My Own Elf
MysticHakai24
Chapter One: How to Hide a Wailing Elf
Aragorn slipped into the kitchens easily, avoiding the chefs' eyes as he told them of how hungry he was. He took some fruits of multiple kinds and the chefs' wondered. The Prince of Gondor rarely ate fruit, only if he were told to.
But Aragorn took it and left. He hid it in his pouch and ran up the many marble stairs. He found Legolas crying, softly at first. Aragorn strided over and lifted the child while depositing the pouch on the floor.
"'Tis all right, my fair Legolas. Do not cry," Aragorn said comfortingly. He began to become frantic as the Elf cried louder and he heard questions outside.
There was a knock on his door, from his father. "Aragorn, is that you crying? Are you well or injured?" The doorknob began to turn but Aragorn had locked it by placing a plank of wood in front of the door.
"I-I am fine, father!" Aragorn cried, placing his rough hand over the baby's mouth. "I just found a scratch from falling off your steed!" He heard a mumble and the footsteps of his father walking away. "'Twas close, young Legolas. You are not safe, I hope you know. We must try to keep you away from others. So please do not rouse the palace."
Legolas hiccuped and became silent. He then laughed and tugged at Aragorn's hair. "Vha!" he cried in nonsense. And he tugged harder until Aragorn yelped.
Aragorn tried uncoiling the child's fingers from his hair. Unwillingly, Legolas dropped his arm back into the blanket. "Perhaps I shall find you clothing."
But Legolas began to cry once more, being totally dependant on Aragorn.
"Oh! Oh, yes," Aragorn said and he walked over to his pouch on his knees and brought out various fruits. "Mm, choose your pick, Legolas." He softly placed Legolas on the floor and watched carefully.
Legolas crawled over to the bananas, and he poked them with a chubby index finger and giggled.
"The bananas?" Aragorn asked. "Of course! They are soft. Tell me, Legolas, do you have teeth yet?" He did not expect an answer, only an image.
The Elf opened his mouth a little to show one or two tiny teeth growing along his gum. "Er, perhaps I should mash them for you." Aragorn presented the babe with a silver platter and utensil. He peeled the bananas' skins off and placed them somewhere else. He then put three on the platter and used his spoon to smash them into an icky goo. Legolas watched closely with interest in his eyes. He giggled and found it funny for no reason.
Aragorn finished and picked a spoonful of banana up. He placed it in front of Legolas' mouth, waiting for the child to eat. But Legolas was unwilling. "Legolas, eat your banana, please." He waited and Legolas just stared at it.
"Are you scared of the mushy stuff?" Aragorn asked out of the blue. Legolas pushed the spoon away with his short arms and then folded them over his chest. "Do you suspect that it is poisoned?" Aragorn asked once more. Legolas nodded.
Aragorn sighed yet smiled. "I would never try to kill you, oh intelligent one. Here I shall take the first bite to prove that it is not to harm you." He lifted the spoon to his mouth's height and sniffed it before swallowing it. "There, you see. Now you eat."
Aragorn placed another spoonful of banana on the spoon and lifted it to Legolas' mouth once more. Legolas opened his mouth eagerly and ate the banana quickly. He found it yummy and opened his mouth again. Aragorn laughed and fed the Elf until he was full.
The Prince of Gondor placed Legolas on his own bed gently and placed the thick blanket over the child to, not much keep it warm, but more to hide him. After happy with the arrangements, he snuck out of the room silently.
He made it to the tailors' room and knocked before walking in. The tailor seemed surprised to see the Prince but she greeted him fairly with low bows and pleasant smiles. "Good day, my lord. It is a surprise to see you here. What have you come need for me to do?"
Aragorn shut the door behind him and hesitated to speak. He finally said, "Tailors make clothing, am I correct?" For he was still very young and had very slim knowledge of every single servant in the palace.
"Yes, my lord."
'Then would you please make clothing for a child that is around one or two?" Aragorn said, forgetting about the secrecy of his purpose.
The tailor looked bemused. "Why would you want clothing for a baby, your highness?"
Aragorn realized his mistake and quickly tried to think of an excuse. "Er, can I not want clothing without someone questioning me? I just have a curioustiy to see the size. Please?"
"How would you like it?"
"Er, green perhaps?" Aragorn replied, thinking that green would fit Legolas' eyes. "And maybe brown leggings? Can I have two of each? Can you make shoes, too?" He looked at the tailor expectantly with wide eyes.
The tailor nodded and laughed. "Of course, my lord. I shall have this all done within a week or so."
"And, er, can you not tell anyone about this? Not even my father?"
"Of course." Aragorn thanked her and left leaving the tailor with a confused train of thought.
Aragorn returned to his room with a satisfied look. He found Legolas sucking his small thumb and mumbling nonsense again. "I never knew that raising a child would be such frustrating." He smiled though and caressed Legolas' cheek.
"I wonder where Gandalf is," Aragorn muttered to himself. He had not seen Gandalf for a while although the wizard had promised to stay for around one week. It has been two days since he had any sight of Gandalf the Grey.
There was a knock on his door that woke Legolas up. Aragorn soothed the baby as he answered, "Yes? Who is it?"
"It is but a servant, oh Prince, who was sent by King Arathorn of Gondor and Mr. Gandalf the Grey. They both wish to speak to you and are coming to your chamber. Thay will be here in a few moments."
Aragorn blinked. "I shall invite them willingly." The servant left. Aragorn pondered what to do with the now-awake Legolas. Aragorn wrapped the sniffling child in the white cloth and he ran to the tailors' room once more.
"Er, Miss!" He barged in and slammed the door behind him.
"Prince Aragorn? Is that a baby in your arms?" the tailor asked in surprise, but she still kept a smile as if she already knew.
"I was hoping that you could keep Legolas for a while," Aragorn said hesitantly. "Can you, er, what is your name?"
"My name is Arwen."
"Yes, can you keep Legolas here for a while?" Aragorn asked, handing the baby over to Arwen's hands.
"Of course."
Aragorn thanked her and ran off back to his room before his father and the wizard arrived. Meanwhile, Arwen stared at the child, "He is an Elf, like I. So I am not the only one left. Thank heavens." And she smiled brightly, dropping a needle and cloth on to a table near by. She cradled the child until he was asleep.
Legolas felt safe, and had thought it was Aragorn who was holding him so tenderly.
Upon close inspection, one could notice that behind Arwen's braids were a pair of ears, sharp at the point that enhanced her healing abilities.
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Um, just for anyone who wants to know. Aragorn and Legolas will not have a relationship at this young of an age. I just want to put in some tender moments between a child and his, um, mother. I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope I'm not rushing it.
And I think I said that Legolas was the last Elf, well that was what Gandalf had made Aragorn think. Maybe I will add more Elves in but I'm not sure.
Thank you for all the great reviews you had given me! In the next chapter, Aragorn will be twelve and celebrating his birthday with a cute seven-year- old Legolas! Tune in!
Please review! It makes me write more and better.
MysticHakai24
Chapter One: How to Hide a Wailing Elf
Aragorn slipped into the kitchens easily, avoiding the chefs' eyes as he told them of how hungry he was. He took some fruits of multiple kinds and the chefs' wondered. The Prince of Gondor rarely ate fruit, only if he were told to.
But Aragorn took it and left. He hid it in his pouch and ran up the many marble stairs. He found Legolas crying, softly at first. Aragorn strided over and lifted the child while depositing the pouch on the floor.
"'Tis all right, my fair Legolas. Do not cry," Aragorn said comfortingly. He began to become frantic as the Elf cried louder and he heard questions outside.
There was a knock on his door, from his father. "Aragorn, is that you crying? Are you well or injured?" The doorknob began to turn but Aragorn had locked it by placing a plank of wood in front of the door.
"I-I am fine, father!" Aragorn cried, placing his rough hand over the baby's mouth. "I just found a scratch from falling off your steed!" He heard a mumble and the footsteps of his father walking away. "'Twas close, young Legolas. You are not safe, I hope you know. We must try to keep you away from others. So please do not rouse the palace."
Legolas hiccuped and became silent. He then laughed and tugged at Aragorn's hair. "Vha!" he cried in nonsense. And he tugged harder until Aragorn yelped.
Aragorn tried uncoiling the child's fingers from his hair. Unwillingly, Legolas dropped his arm back into the blanket. "Perhaps I shall find you clothing."
But Legolas began to cry once more, being totally dependant on Aragorn.
"Oh! Oh, yes," Aragorn said and he walked over to his pouch on his knees and brought out various fruits. "Mm, choose your pick, Legolas." He softly placed Legolas on the floor and watched carefully.
Legolas crawled over to the bananas, and he poked them with a chubby index finger and giggled.
"The bananas?" Aragorn asked. "Of course! They are soft. Tell me, Legolas, do you have teeth yet?" He did not expect an answer, only an image.
The Elf opened his mouth a little to show one or two tiny teeth growing along his gum. "Er, perhaps I should mash them for you." Aragorn presented the babe with a silver platter and utensil. He peeled the bananas' skins off and placed them somewhere else. He then put three on the platter and used his spoon to smash them into an icky goo. Legolas watched closely with interest in his eyes. He giggled and found it funny for no reason.
Aragorn finished and picked a spoonful of banana up. He placed it in front of Legolas' mouth, waiting for the child to eat. But Legolas was unwilling. "Legolas, eat your banana, please." He waited and Legolas just stared at it.
"Are you scared of the mushy stuff?" Aragorn asked out of the blue. Legolas pushed the spoon away with his short arms and then folded them over his chest. "Do you suspect that it is poisoned?" Aragorn asked once more. Legolas nodded.
Aragorn sighed yet smiled. "I would never try to kill you, oh intelligent one. Here I shall take the first bite to prove that it is not to harm you." He lifted the spoon to his mouth's height and sniffed it before swallowing it. "There, you see. Now you eat."
Aragorn placed another spoonful of banana on the spoon and lifted it to Legolas' mouth once more. Legolas opened his mouth eagerly and ate the banana quickly. He found it yummy and opened his mouth again. Aragorn laughed and fed the Elf until he was full.
The Prince of Gondor placed Legolas on his own bed gently and placed the thick blanket over the child to, not much keep it warm, but more to hide him. After happy with the arrangements, he snuck out of the room silently.
He made it to the tailors' room and knocked before walking in. The tailor seemed surprised to see the Prince but she greeted him fairly with low bows and pleasant smiles. "Good day, my lord. It is a surprise to see you here. What have you come need for me to do?"
Aragorn shut the door behind him and hesitated to speak. He finally said, "Tailors make clothing, am I correct?" For he was still very young and had very slim knowledge of every single servant in the palace.
"Yes, my lord."
'Then would you please make clothing for a child that is around one or two?" Aragorn said, forgetting about the secrecy of his purpose.
The tailor looked bemused. "Why would you want clothing for a baby, your highness?"
Aragorn realized his mistake and quickly tried to think of an excuse. "Er, can I not want clothing without someone questioning me? I just have a curioustiy to see the size. Please?"
"How would you like it?"
"Er, green perhaps?" Aragorn replied, thinking that green would fit Legolas' eyes. "And maybe brown leggings? Can I have two of each? Can you make shoes, too?" He looked at the tailor expectantly with wide eyes.
The tailor nodded and laughed. "Of course, my lord. I shall have this all done within a week or so."
"And, er, can you not tell anyone about this? Not even my father?"
"Of course." Aragorn thanked her and left leaving the tailor with a confused train of thought.
Aragorn returned to his room with a satisfied look. He found Legolas sucking his small thumb and mumbling nonsense again. "I never knew that raising a child would be such frustrating." He smiled though and caressed Legolas' cheek.
"I wonder where Gandalf is," Aragorn muttered to himself. He had not seen Gandalf for a while although the wizard had promised to stay for around one week. It has been two days since he had any sight of Gandalf the Grey.
There was a knock on his door that woke Legolas up. Aragorn soothed the baby as he answered, "Yes? Who is it?"
"It is but a servant, oh Prince, who was sent by King Arathorn of Gondor and Mr. Gandalf the Grey. They both wish to speak to you and are coming to your chamber. Thay will be here in a few moments."
Aragorn blinked. "I shall invite them willingly." The servant left. Aragorn pondered what to do with the now-awake Legolas. Aragorn wrapped the sniffling child in the white cloth and he ran to the tailors' room once more.
"Er, Miss!" He barged in and slammed the door behind him.
"Prince Aragorn? Is that a baby in your arms?" the tailor asked in surprise, but she still kept a smile as if she already knew.
"I was hoping that you could keep Legolas for a while," Aragorn said hesitantly. "Can you, er, what is your name?"
"My name is Arwen."
"Yes, can you keep Legolas here for a while?" Aragorn asked, handing the baby over to Arwen's hands.
"Of course."
Aragorn thanked her and ran off back to his room before his father and the wizard arrived. Meanwhile, Arwen stared at the child, "He is an Elf, like I. So I am not the only one left. Thank heavens." And she smiled brightly, dropping a needle and cloth on to a table near by. She cradled the child until he was asleep.
Legolas felt safe, and had thought it was Aragorn who was holding him so tenderly.
Upon close inspection, one could notice that behind Arwen's braids were a pair of ears, sharp at the point that enhanced her healing abilities.
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Um, just for anyone who wants to know. Aragorn and Legolas will not have a relationship at this young of an age. I just want to put in some tender moments between a child and his, um, mother. I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope I'm not rushing it.
And I think I said that Legolas was the last Elf, well that was what Gandalf had made Aragorn think. Maybe I will add more Elves in but I'm not sure.
Thank you for all the great reviews you had given me! In the next chapter, Aragorn will be twelve and celebrating his birthday with a cute seven-year- old Legolas! Tune in!
Please review! It makes me write more and better.