A Son in Need
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
The twins sat in Aragorn's room, keeping a vigil over their ill brother. Little did they know what was happening in his mind…
"Ada, ada where are you?" Aragorn looked around for his father. He couldn't find him, but he had a nagging feeling that he would find him if only he went a little further. He looked around him. The woods were beautiful. Elrond had always liked the woods. The trees were bright green in color with golden sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves. Aragorn took a deep breath. He also loved the woods.
"Ada, please answer me" Still no answer. He continued to walk further. With a jolt and a rushing feeling he was standing in the middle of a wide open space. Looking around Aragorn had a sinking feeling. He was in the forest! Except it was no longer the forest. The trees were gone. There was no singing birds, no golden sunlight. All that was left was smoking ground, dead bodies, and smoky dim light.
He slowly walked over to the bodies. The sinking feeling grew deeper. "Ada"? He cried. He looked around, no sign of him. He continued further looking at the grim bodies as he went. Thankfully none of them belonged to his Ada…yet. He was about to stop when he saw a body, brighter than the rest. He ran over to it fearing the worst, and he had all the right to. Lying before him was Elrond, gravely wounded, taking his last breaths.
"Ada", he whispered. Elrond opened his eyes, gently smiling.
"Estel, my dear son. I wish you didn't have to see this." He grimaced in pain as he took a breath. "Please, take care of everything for me, and watch out for the twins. They will need you, and you them." He paused to cough, which brought blood to his lips. He went to speak again, but Aragorn stopped him.
"No Ada, save your strength." He caressed his fathers face and kissed him on the forehead. When he looked down, Elrond had passed away, with a smile on his face.
Grief racked Aragorn's heart, and he began sobbing uncontrollably. "No ada, no…
Meanwhile in Aragorn's room…
The twins were in deep conversation speaking worriedly about their brother. Elrohir glanced at Aragorn only to see him shifting uncomfterbley. Thinking quickly he put a hand to his forehead feeling the unnatural heat rise off of him.
"Elladan, get Ada quickly!"
It's short I know, I've been so busy with schoolwork, but I promise to update soon, only if you review!
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
The twins sat in Aragorn's room, keeping a vigil over their ill brother. Little did they know what was happening in his mind…
"Ada, ada where are you?" Aragorn looked around for his father. He couldn't find him, but he had a nagging feeling that he would find him if only he went a little further. He looked around him. The woods were beautiful. Elrond had always liked the woods. The trees were bright green in color with golden sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves. Aragorn took a deep breath. He also loved the woods.
"Ada, please answer me" Still no answer. He continued to walk further. With a jolt and a rushing feeling he was standing in the middle of a wide open space. Looking around Aragorn had a sinking feeling. He was in the forest! Except it was no longer the forest. The trees were gone. There was no singing birds, no golden sunlight. All that was left was smoking ground, dead bodies, and smoky dim light.
He slowly walked over to the bodies. The sinking feeling grew deeper. "Ada"? He cried. He looked around, no sign of him. He continued further looking at the grim bodies as he went. Thankfully none of them belonged to his Ada…yet. He was about to stop when he saw a body, brighter than the rest. He ran over to it fearing the worst, and he had all the right to. Lying before him was Elrond, gravely wounded, taking his last breaths.
"Ada", he whispered. Elrond opened his eyes, gently smiling.
"Estel, my dear son. I wish you didn't have to see this." He grimaced in pain as he took a breath. "Please, take care of everything for me, and watch out for the twins. They will need you, and you them." He paused to cough, which brought blood to his lips. He went to speak again, but Aragorn stopped him.
"No Ada, save your strength." He caressed his fathers face and kissed him on the forehead. When he looked down, Elrond had passed away, with a smile on his face.
Grief racked Aragorn's heart, and he began sobbing uncontrollably. "No ada, no…
Meanwhile in Aragorn's room…
The twins were in deep conversation speaking worriedly about their brother. Elrohir glanced at Aragorn only to see him shifting uncomfterbley. Thinking quickly he put a hand to his forehead feeling the unnatural heat rise off of him.
"Elladan, get Ada quickly!"
It's short I know, I've been so busy with schoolwork, but I promise to update soon, only if you review!