These snippets will range in time from Aragorn's early childhood to his time as king. They will not be posted chronologically they will be posted as I complete them, and it doesn't matter what order they are read. I try to write as fast as possible, but sometimes real life gets in the way. Reviews do encourage me to work harder, but I'm not in this strictly for the reviews. They are nice, but I take issue with the authors that say, "If I don't get X amount of reviews, I'm not posting anymore." If you would like to constructively criticize, I would greatly appreciate it, as well as if you just wanted to drop a line saying you enjoyed it.
Title: Estel
Author: MaraJade
Rating: G
Summary: Aragorn is brought to Rivendell.
Archive: Mellon Chronicles, if they want it, anyone else, just ask!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor am I making any money off this (and I'm really not making anything to speak of at my job, either) please don't sue!
Warnings: I'm only following canon when it suits me, therefore I will classify these snippets as AU. If you don't like alternate universe fics, you might want to go elsewhere for your entertainment. Flames will be used to burn human sacrifices at the stake.
Lord Elrond of Rivendell was summoned from his library by one of the perimeter guards. It seemed his sons were back, and were bearing bad tidings. He quickly made his way to the gates to await the arrival of the hunting party. He only had to wait a few minutes before the weary elves were riding through the gates. Elrond was confused by the burden his eldest was cradling to his chest.
"Elladan?" his question voiced in the name.
Elladan met his eyes momentarily, but then glanced down, his grief showing plainly on his face. "The son of Arathorn. He is now Isildur and Elendil's heir."
"How old is the child?" Elrond questioned.
"He is but two years," Elrohir answered.
At that moment the young human awoke. He babbled for a moment, but then called out, "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!"
Elladan sighed heavily. "Your father is not here, little one."
"Daddy?" The boy asked, his eyes filling with tears and his chin quivering. When Elladan just shook his head, Isildur's heir wailed loudly.
"Give him to me, Elladan. When you have rested, you will tell me your tale," Elrond instructed.
Elladan complied, then dismounted. Stable hands appeared to care for the mounts, while the hunters went their separate ways.
Elrond took the child for a walk around the grounds, talking calmly to soothe the boy. He quieted then turned his attention to the lord of Imladris.
"Who you?"
"I am Elrond."
"Elod? Elod, Elod, Elod! Where Eldan and Elhir?"
"They have gone to eat and rest after their trip."
"Hungy? Me hungy."
"Well, let's get you some food, then."
Elrond took the boy to the kitchens where he made an absolute mess of himself and the tables, and even managed to sling food on Elrond and several of the other elves trying to enjoy their meals.
"That is the reason children are scarce in Imladris," one Elrond's adviser Erestor commented to Glorfindel while wiping food from his face. A devilish giggle pierced the air then more food was being slung at the diners.
"We do not throw food here, young one," Elrond scolded.
The boy's chin began quivering again and he called out, "Mommy!"
"Hush, it's all right. Are you sleepy? Maybe you would like to rest like Elladan and Elrohir," Elrond suggested.
"No seepy!" Aragorn firmly insisted.
"What would you like to do then?"
"Pay wif Elhir!"
"You can't play with him right now. Maybe you would like to play with Glorfindel instead?" Elrond was just about at his wit's end with the stubborn child. His own children had grown up millennia ago, and then he'd had his wife Celebrian to help him.
"Glorfy?"
"Lord Elrond, really, I know nothing about children! I'm not sure that's such a good idea."
"Just take him and keep him happy. I need to check on Elladan and Elrohir." Glorfindel picked up the child and left, everyone laughing in his wake at the almost panicked expression on his face.
Elrond made his way to Elrohir's room first, peeking in to see that his younger son was sleeping. He watched for a moment, then closed the door and walked to the next room. He opened that door to see Elladan staring out the window. He rapped gently on the door to alert Elladan of his presence.
"You should be resting," Elrond gently scolded.
"Every time I try, I see Arathorn and Gilraen. They did not deserve to die! I turned my back to them for but a second! Then Arathorn was slain with an arrow through his eye, and Gilraen followed him shortly with an arrow to the heart! When the battle was over, all I could do was see to the safety of the child and get him here! He has no one and it is all my fault!" The words were painful for Elladan to speak, but once he had started talking he couldn't stop.
"My son, it is not your fault. It is tragic that Arathorn and his wife were slain, but you protected their son, which is what they would have wanted. I will raise him as my own. He will not know of his heritage until he is ready to stand and face the evils of this world. He is the hope of all Middle Earth, and for that we will call him Estel.
A servant knocked on the open door, cutting off any reply Elladan may have had. "I'm sorry to interrupt, my lord. I believe that Glorfindel needs help."
"Ada, please tell me you did not leave Ara-Estel with Glorfindel!
"I did. Perhaps we should go rescue him," Elrond said. "Show us to him, please."
They quickly made their way outside where a muddy Glorfindel handed off an equally muddy child. "Keep that demon child away from me!"
"The fearsome warrior Glorfindel brought low by a human babe! Oh how the mighty have fallen," Elrond teased.
Glorfindel's glare would have made a Nazgul tremble, but only served to heighten Lord Elrond's amusement. "I'm going to get clean and get far away from that-that-that monster!" Saying that, the elven warrior stormed off, muttering obscenities under his breath that were clearly distinguishable to the sharp ears of his fellows.
"Glorfy come back!" the child pleaded. "Elod pay wif me?" he entreated.
"I will play with you, but first I've got to tell you about your new name. You will be called Estel."
"No, I Argon," the child informed Elrond.
"Yes, but you are going to live here now, and you must have an elvish name. We are going to call you Estel," Elrond explained patiently.
"I Argon."
"Estel."
"Argon."
"Estel."
"Argon."
"Estel."
Elladan could only laugh helplessly as he watched his father and new foster brother walk away arguing.
"Argon."
End
Title: Estel
Author: MaraJade
Rating: G
Summary: Aragorn is brought to Rivendell.
Archive: Mellon Chronicles, if they want it, anyone else, just ask!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor am I making any money off this (and I'm really not making anything to speak of at my job, either) please don't sue!
Warnings: I'm only following canon when it suits me, therefore I will classify these snippets as AU. If you don't like alternate universe fics, you might want to go elsewhere for your entertainment. Flames will be used to burn human sacrifices at the stake.
Lord Elrond of Rivendell was summoned from his library by one of the perimeter guards. It seemed his sons were back, and were bearing bad tidings. He quickly made his way to the gates to await the arrival of the hunting party. He only had to wait a few minutes before the weary elves were riding through the gates. Elrond was confused by the burden his eldest was cradling to his chest.
"Elladan?" his question voiced in the name.
Elladan met his eyes momentarily, but then glanced down, his grief showing plainly on his face. "The son of Arathorn. He is now Isildur and Elendil's heir."
"How old is the child?" Elrond questioned.
"He is but two years," Elrohir answered.
At that moment the young human awoke. He babbled for a moment, but then called out, "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!"
Elladan sighed heavily. "Your father is not here, little one."
"Daddy?" The boy asked, his eyes filling with tears and his chin quivering. When Elladan just shook his head, Isildur's heir wailed loudly.
"Give him to me, Elladan. When you have rested, you will tell me your tale," Elrond instructed.
Elladan complied, then dismounted. Stable hands appeared to care for the mounts, while the hunters went their separate ways.
Elrond took the child for a walk around the grounds, talking calmly to soothe the boy. He quieted then turned his attention to the lord of Imladris.
"Who you?"
"I am Elrond."
"Elod? Elod, Elod, Elod! Where Eldan and Elhir?"
"They have gone to eat and rest after their trip."
"Hungy? Me hungy."
"Well, let's get you some food, then."
Elrond took the boy to the kitchens where he made an absolute mess of himself and the tables, and even managed to sling food on Elrond and several of the other elves trying to enjoy their meals.
"That is the reason children are scarce in Imladris," one Elrond's adviser Erestor commented to Glorfindel while wiping food from his face. A devilish giggle pierced the air then more food was being slung at the diners.
"We do not throw food here, young one," Elrond scolded.
The boy's chin began quivering again and he called out, "Mommy!"
"Hush, it's all right. Are you sleepy? Maybe you would like to rest like Elladan and Elrohir," Elrond suggested.
"No seepy!" Aragorn firmly insisted.
"What would you like to do then?"
"Pay wif Elhir!"
"You can't play with him right now. Maybe you would like to play with Glorfindel instead?" Elrond was just about at his wit's end with the stubborn child. His own children had grown up millennia ago, and then he'd had his wife Celebrian to help him.
"Glorfy?"
"Lord Elrond, really, I know nothing about children! I'm not sure that's such a good idea."
"Just take him and keep him happy. I need to check on Elladan and Elrohir." Glorfindel picked up the child and left, everyone laughing in his wake at the almost panicked expression on his face.
Elrond made his way to Elrohir's room first, peeking in to see that his younger son was sleeping. He watched for a moment, then closed the door and walked to the next room. He opened that door to see Elladan staring out the window. He rapped gently on the door to alert Elladan of his presence.
"You should be resting," Elrond gently scolded.
"Every time I try, I see Arathorn and Gilraen. They did not deserve to die! I turned my back to them for but a second! Then Arathorn was slain with an arrow through his eye, and Gilraen followed him shortly with an arrow to the heart! When the battle was over, all I could do was see to the safety of the child and get him here! He has no one and it is all my fault!" The words were painful for Elladan to speak, but once he had started talking he couldn't stop.
"My son, it is not your fault. It is tragic that Arathorn and his wife were slain, but you protected their son, which is what they would have wanted. I will raise him as my own. He will not know of his heritage until he is ready to stand and face the evils of this world. He is the hope of all Middle Earth, and for that we will call him Estel.
A servant knocked on the open door, cutting off any reply Elladan may have had. "I'm sorry to interrupt, my lord. I believe that Glorfindel needs help."
"Ada, please tell me you did not leave Ara-Estel with Glorfindel!
"I did. Perhaps we should go rescue him," Elrond said. "Show us to him, please."
They quickly made their way outside where a muddy Glorfindel handed off an equally muddy child. "Keep that demon child away from me!"
"The fearsome warrior Glorfindel brought low by a human babe! Oh how the mighty have fallen," Elrond teased.
Glorfindel's glare would have made a Nazgul tremble, but only served to heighten Lord Elrond's amusement. "I'm going to get clean and get far away from that-that-that monster!" Saying that, the elven warrior stormed off, muttering obscenities under his breath that were clearly distinguishable to the sharp ears of his fellows.
"Glorfy come back!" the child pleaded. "Elod pay wif me?" he entreated.
"I will play with you, but first I've got to tell you about your new name. You will be called Estel."
"No, I Argon," the child informed Elrond.
"Yes, but you are going to live here now, and you must have an elvish name. We are going to call you Estel," Elrond explained patiently.
"I Argon."
"Estel."
"Argon."
"Estel."
"Argon."
"Estel."
Elladan could only laugh helplessly as he watched his father and new foster brother walk away arguing.
"Argon."
End