3 elves
7 dwarf lords
9 men
1 ring rule all
Blah blah blah, it was driving poor Aragorn mad. Stupid myths, stupid teachers, stupid school and stupid Elrond for putting him there. He could think of nothing but leaving the stupid school and going to fool around with his elfish brothers. He laid his head gently on his desk praying no others would notice his nap. He was just getting to the best part of his dream when. WHACK! A sharp branch cuffed him across his extended arm. He shrieked as his elfish friends laughed.
"Estel, it would be amazing if would grace us with your being awake! Remember you are nothing here. You are only a filthy human refined with Lord Elrond's teachings. Lle naa haran e' nausalle. You are king only in your imagination. Dolle naa lost. Your head is empty. Lle holma ve' edan. You smell like a human and you are a human. A stupid filthy human are to be treated as none other." The teacher seethed. She smirked at him and returned to her teaching.
"Stupid elf."
"Estel! Estel!" Aragorn turned around sharply his frame twisted with anger. How dare that teacher tell him that? He looked at who had called him. Ah yes his dear friend and co mischief-maker, Legolas. He smiled at the young boy's flowing blond hair and sparkling sapphire eyes. Legolas grinned when he finally caught up to him.
"Hello Legolas, It's a pleasure seeing you again mellonamin!" He grinned at the shock designating on the elf's face.
"Wow, you learned to speak in elfish. Wow. Wait you are not going to start insulting me like when I learned you could speak?" Aragorn laughed at the memories of him calling Legolas a stupid girl and bopping him on the head. That was before he learned Legolas was actually a boy but he had come to terms with it anyways.
"No my friend I will not make fun of your girlish hair or your need to look in a mirror every 25 minutes!" Legolas pouted. He hated being reminded of how his mother always said he was blessed twice with his hair eyes and thrice more with his smooth complexion.
"So are we going back to your house or mine?" The elf quipped. Aragorn pondered that idea. Go to his house be surrounded by his sister Arwen and his maids, or go with Legolas and probably be able to run ramped. Even though Legolas was the prince of Mirkwood, he still wasn't afraid of being a bit dirty at times. He sometimes would sacrifice his beauty regimen to go on a journey with Aragorn. " To my place then?"
Aragorn couldn't agree more.
They ran through the thick underbrush chasing after a small animal they had found. It was their training to become better fighters. Legolas would practice his shooting while Aragorn could slice and dice. Legolas finally caught up with it and grinned letting loose an arrow speeding past the brush hitting the animal in the leg. Aragorn bolted after him catching the animal and pleasantly slitting its neck. He smiled and held up the animal wondering if one of the chefs needed rabbits for dinner tonight.
"So, Estel, do you know why you live with Elrond? Or who brought you here?" Legolas questioned in between his bites of rabbit stew they were now precariously eating on top of Lord Elrond's new carpet in his bedchambers. Elrond strolled in slowly knocking softly on the door entering his own bedchambers. He grinned at the two princes sitting softly on his new carpet. He sat down on his bed and looked at the two boys chatting.
"Lord Elrond?" Legolas finally spoke shaking Elrond from his thoughts.
"Yes Legolas?" He spoke softly as not to wake the sleeping child in the next room.
"Do you know why Estel lives with you?" He said quietly tilting his head just a bit. Elrond sighed and laid back on his bed and pulled his wits together.
"Aye, Children you both need to hear the full story told from the beginning. So come here and I shall tell you it." He shifted as the two children climbed onto his bed pulling the sheets around them sipping their drinks and snuggled up warm waiting to hear the tale.
"Well it was many years ago. Far away in the land of Gondor. There was a man. Not just any man but a man powerful enough to birth the heir of Isildur. I not remember his name, yet knowing he was a good man gave me all the strength I needed to take the young heir in. I remember his arrival clearly; there was a battle, a long battle. Your father brought you here Estel, he placed you in my arms. He told me to watch over you while he fought the battle knowing I would have not go into the battle. I tried to make him take his son back at the end of the battle. He would not. I am sorry to tell you of this Estel. He cast his eyes upon you asleep next to my Arwen and pledged that you would be safer here. He told me your original name the one that you are called by your rulers before you, you are Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You never were Estel yet that is what I call you to hide your heritage for men have forsaken us for many years. I have tried with no avail to teach this to the hearts of many that you are different from every other man. You are Estel, Aragorn. You are my son now. Even though you are not my blood son you are my child and I will always treat you as such. Now come along you two before you get too tired to play tomorrow, get some sleep. Come now." Elrond reached his arms around either child and lifted them into his arms carrying them into Aragorn's bedchambers.
Aragorn woke suddenly again. It was the 3rd time that night. He sighed and wiped the sheen of sweat of his small forehead. It was so hard for him these days, and only for 17 years of age he understood more than he could bear. He sighed and stepped out of the bed him and Legolas had been sharing. He slipped over to the window the cool nights breeze settling softly against his skin the air seeping softly through the fabric of his nightclothes. He ran a hand through his dark thick hair. He had grown up around these elves. Knowing he could have something different gave him the idea that their was something wrong with himself. Why did his father abandon him? Was he not fit to be king? He sighed softly and looked towards his bed. He saw the reasons he was glad his father abandoned him. He looked at the blond elf sleeping peacefully in his bed. He smiled softly; he wasn't in the mood to wake up his precious elf. He had a hard enough time at home sleeping; it was harder on him here. He was an outsider like Aragorn, for he was not from Rivendell but from Mirkwood. He loved that fact. The fact that he had another like him, he may have still been an elf but he was close as it got to being the same. He turned back around looking out at the deep green brush that had now turned a silvery hue. He let his eyes fall shut as he thought of things to come. His eyes popped open as a hand fell onto his shoulder.
"Aye, what is troubling you Aragorn?" Legolas said bringing himself to stand next to Aragorn. He smiled softly running his hand down Aragorn's back.
"The true thought of being rejected by ones own father and cast into the arms of another." He said brashly. He turned around and plummeted himself back on the bed. Legolas sighed and sat next to him.
"Aye my prince, yet you are not being rejected by the ones who truly love you." He whispered quietly. Aragorn cocked his head in question. He didn't understand the blonde's reply.
"What do you mean Legolas?" He spoke softly letting his legs dangle of the edge of the bed.
"I mean that, that you are not alone in this anymore Aragorn. I will fight with you to the end and further. I am sorry you doubted that my prince I guess I did not make it clear enough to your eyes. Your eyes deceive your heart, Aragorn. I wish I could show you what I mean. There may not be much that changes your mind but maybe this will." Legolas closed his eyes and leaned in towards Aragorn kissing him softly on the lips. Aragorn let his eyes flutter shut and slipped his hand through the young elf's hair letting it entwine between his fingers. He groaned as the kiss deepened and Legolas's body turned towards his letting Legolas slip his legs around Aragorn's waist. And Aragorn genuinely smiled as they tumbled back into the sheets so that Aragorn could prove that Legolas wasn't the only one who needed to be loved.
Blah blah blah, it was driving poor Aragorn mad. Stupid myths, stupid teachers, stupid school and stupid Elrond for putting him there. He could think of nothing but leaving the stupid school and going to fool around with his elfish brothers. He laid his head gently on his desk praying no others would notice his nap. He was just getting to the best part of his dream when. WHACK! A sharp branch cuffed him across his extended arm. He shrieked as his elfish friends laughed.
"Estel, it would be amazing if would grace us with your being awake! Remember you are nothing here. You are only a filthy human refined with Lord Elrond's teachings. Lle naa haran e' nausalle. You are king only in your imagination. Dolle naa lost. Your head is empty. Lle holma ve' edan. You smell like a human and you are a human. A stupid filthy human are to be treated as none other." The teacher seethed. She smirked at him and returned to her teaching.
"Stupid elf."
"Estel! Estel!" Aragorn turned around sharply his frame twisted with anger. How dare that teacher tell him that? He looked at who had called him. Ah yes his dear friend and co mischief-maker, Legolas. He smiled at the young boy's flowing blond hair and sparkling sapphire eyes. Legolas grinned when he finally caught up to him.
"Hello Legolas, It's a pleasure seeing you again mellonamin!" He grinned at the shock designating on the elf's face.
"Wow, you learned to speak in elfish. Wow. Wait you are not going to start insulting me like when I learned you could speak?" Aragorn laughed at the memories of him calling Legolas a stupid girl and bopping him on the head. That was before he learned Legolas was actually a boy but he had come to terms with it anyways.
"No my friend I will not make fun of your girlish hair or your need to look in a mirror every 25 minutes!" Legolas pouted. He hated being reminded of how his mother always said he was blessed twice with his hair eyes and thrice more with his smooth complexion.
"So are we going back to your house or mine?" The elf quipped. Aragorn pondered that idea. Go to his house be surrounded by his sister Arwen and his maids, or go with Legolas and probably be able to run ramped. Even though Legolas was the prince of Mirkwood, he still wasn't afraid of being a bit dirty at times. He sometimes would sacrifice his beauty regimen to go on a journey with Aragorn. " To my place then?"
Aragorn couldn't agree more.
They ran through the thick underbrush chasing after a small animal they had found. It was their training to become better fighters. Legolas would practice his shooting while Aragorn could slice and dice. Legolas finally caught up with it and grinned letting loose an arrow speeding past the brush hitting the animal in the leg. Aragorn bolted after him catching the animal and pleasantly slitting its neck. He smiled and held up the animal wondering if one of the chefs needed rabbits for dinner tonight.
"So, Estel, do you know why you live with Elrond? Or who brought you here?" Legolas questioned in between his bites of rabbit stew they were now precariously eating on top of Lord Elrond's new carpet in his bedchambers. Elrond strolled in slowly knocking softly on the door entering his own bedchambers. He grinned at the two princes sitting softly on his new carpet. He sat down on his bed and looked at the two boys chatting.
"Lord Elrond?" Legolas finally spoke shaking Elrond from his thoughts.
"Yes Legolas?" He spoke softly as not to wake the sleeping child in the next room.
"Do you know why Estel lives with you?" He said quietly tilting his head just a bit. Elrond sighed and laid back on his bed and pulled his wits together.
"Aye, Children you both need to hear the full story told from the beginning. So come here and I shall tell you it." He shifted as the two children climbed onto his bed pulling the sheets around them sipping their drinks and snuggled up warm waiting to hear the tale.
"Well it was many years ago. Far away in the land of Gondor. There was a man. Not just any man but a man powerful enough to birth the heir of Isildur. I not remember his name, yet knowing he was a good man gave me all the strength I needed to take the young heir in. I remember his arrival clearly; there was a battle, a long battle. Your father brought you here Estel, he placed you in my arms. He told me to watch over you while he fought the battle knowing I would have not go into the battle. I tried to make him take his son back at the end of the battle. He would not. I am sorry to tell you of this Estel. He cast his eyes upon you asleep next to my Arwen and pledged that you would be safer here. He told me your original name the one that you are called by your rulers before you, you are Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You never were Estel yet that is what I call you to hide your heritage for men have forsaken us for many years. I have tried with no avail to teach this to the hearts of many that you are different from every other man. You are Estel, Aragorn. You are my son now. Even though you are not my blood son you are my child and I will always treat you as such. Now come along you two before you get too tired to play tomorrow, get some sleep. Come now." Elrond reached his arms around either child and lifted them into his arms carrying them into Aragorn's bedchambers.
Aragorn woke suddenly again. It was the 3rd time that night. He sighed and wiped the sheen of sweat of his small forehead. It was so hard for him these days, and only for 17 years of age he understood more than he could bear. He sighed and stepped out of the bed him and Legolas had been sharing. He slipped over to the window the cool nights breeze settling softly against his skin the air seeping softly through the fabric of his nightclothes. He ran a hand through his dark thick hair. He had grown up around these elves. Knowing he could have something different gave him the idea that their was something wrong with himself. Why did his father abandon him? Was he not fit to be king? He sighed softly and looked towards his bed. He saw the reasons he was glad his father abandoned him. He looked at the blond elf sleeping peacefully in his bed. He smiled softly; he wasn't in the mood to wake up his precious elf. He had a hard enough time at home sleeping; it was harder on him here. He was an outsider like Aragorn, for he was not from Rivendell but from Mirkwood. He loved that fact. The fact that he had another like him, he may have still been an elf but he was close as it got to being the same. He turned back around looking out at the deep green brush that had now turned a silvery hue. He let his eyes fall shut as he thought of things to come. His eyes popped open as a hand fell onto his shoulder.
"Aye, what is troubling you Aragorn?" Legolas said bringing himself to stand next to Aragorn. He smiled softly running his hand down Aragorn's back.
"The true thought of being rejected by ones own father and cast into the arms of another." He said brashly. He turned around and plummeted himself back on the bed. Legolas sighed and sat next to him.
"Aye my prince, yet you are not being rejected by the ones who truly love you." He whispered quietly. Aragorn cocked his head in question. He didn't understand the blonde's reply.
"What do you mean Legolas?" He spoke softly letting his legs dangle of the edge of the bed.
"I mean that, that you are not alone in this anymore Aragorn. I will fight with you to the end and further. I am sorry you doubted that my prince I guess I did not make it clear enough to your eyes. Your eyes deceive your heart, Aragorn. I wish I could show you what I mean. There may not be much that changes your mind but maybe this will." Legolas closed his eyes and leaned in towards Aragorn kissing him softly on the lips. Aragorn let his eyes flutter shut and slipped his hand through the young elf's hair letting it entwine between his fingers. He groaned as the kiss deepened and Legolas's body turned towards his letting Legolas slip his legs around Aragorn's waist. And Aragorn genuinely smiled as they tumbled back into the sheets so that Aragorn could prove that Legolas wasn't the only one who needed to be loved.