Title: Mortality Rate
Author/Email: MaraJade (LadyJadeSky@aol.com since comcast seems to be offline right now)
Archive: Mellon Chronicles, The_Istari, anyone else just ask.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't make any money, don't sue!
Summary: Aragorn's not feeling so well
Warnings: Usual of not beta'd, other thank that, I don't think there are any
Aragorn ached. He was glad he was almost home. He and Legolas had traveled from Rivendell to Mirkwood and then Lothlorien delivering messages to Thranduil and Galadriel from Lord Elrond. Unfortunately Aragorn had fallen into a lake on the way back and destroyed half of his and Legolas' supplies. They had stopped at a human town to replenish their supplies and allow Aragorn the chance to recover from injuries he had sustained. Aragorn suspected he was coming down with a cold from his unexpected bath in the icy water.
They walked through the gates of Imladris and Aragorn sighed in relief. It was mid-afternoon and their pace had not been trying, but Aragorn was exhausted.
"I'll see you later, Legolas. I'm going to take a nap."
"You haven't eaten lunch yet. Don't you think you should do that first?"
"I'm not really very hungry. I will make sure to eat dinner, though," Aragorn promised.
"Are you feeling alright? You haven't been eating much lately."
"I've got a headache. I think I might have caught a cold from falling into that lake. I'll be fine," Aragorn replied before walking off to his room.
Legolas unpacked then went to the kitchens where he was met by Elladan and Elrohir.
"We are glad you are back in one piece. Where is Estel?" Elrohir asked.
"I don't think he's feeling well. He went to rest."
"We'll need to let Father know to check on him later," Elladan replied. "But right now we'll let him sleep." They finished their lunch and went out to spend time catching up with each other. ***
Legolas and the twins were once again in the kitchen. It was suppertime and Estel still had not made an appearance. "I'm going to go check on him," Legolas said.
"We'll come with you. We haven't seen him in months and he usually seeks us out right away, if he's not injured that is."
They quickly made their way to the Ranger's room and knocked on the door. When there was no answer Elladan pushed open the door. Aragorn was curled up into a ball on his bed with his back to the door.
"Estel," Elladan called out. The figure on the bed did not stir, so Elladan walked to his side. When he saw his little brother's face, he turned to Elrohir and snapped out, "Go get Father, quickly!"
"What's wrong?" Legolas asked as Elrohir ran off.
"Estel had a fever." He placed his hand on the man's forehead. "It's very high. Grab some spare blankets from the closet," Elladan ordered after seeing Estel shiver. He grabbed a small towel and the pitcher of water from Aragorn's nightstand and started bathing his face.
Elrohir and Elrond arrived as Legolas was settling the blankets around Aragorn. Elrond quickly made his way to his son's side. After a quick examination he said, "Elladan, continue what you are doing. Elrohir, go get my herbs. Legolas, go get more fresh water and a few more cloths. Estel! Estel, can you hear me? Estel, wake up!"
Aragorn moaned, then stirred. "Ada?" he said, cracking his eyes open.
"Good, Estel. Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"Hurts. Cold."
"What hurts, my son?"
"Ever' thing."
"Does it hurt badly, Estel?" Aragorn shook his head in a negative response. "Does anything hurt more than everything else?"
"Head and chest." Lord Elrond placed his ear on his son's chest, listening intently.
"It sounds like you are quite congested, Estel," he said after hearing the Ranger's breath rattling in his chest. He took the bag of herbs Elrohir had returned with and quickly mixed a few together with water. He helped Estel sit up and supported him while he choked down the vile concoction. When he finished it, Elrond helped him lie back down.
"Rest, my son. I'll check on you in a little while." Elrond then turned his attention to the others. "You can stay as long as you are quiet. Estel needs the rest. Come and get me immediately if his condition should change." When he was certain they would comply with his orders, Elrond left the room and headed for his library to do some research on the illness. ***
The twins and Legolas sat in Aragorn's room conversing quietly when the human moaned loudly. Elrohir, being the closest, jumped up to check on him. He noticed immediately that the fever had spiked again. Estel thrashed in his bed for a few moments before laying still with a final whimper. "Go get Father, Elladan!" Elrohir cried, concerned.
Elladan rushed out of the room to his father's library. He quickly entered but Elrond was not within the room. A passing servant was quickly grabbed and Elladan said, "Do you know my father's whereabouts?"
"Lord Elrond is down by the gates. A human was in need of his assistance."
Elladan tossed a quick, "thanks!" over his shoulder as he ran outside. He approached his father and the human quickly.
"Excuse me, but Estel is getting worse, Ada!"
"Did Legolas and Estel pass through the town of Lyda, Elladan?" Elrond asked.
"I'm not sure. Legolas said something about stopping at a town for a few days, but he did not mention the name."
"This is Venetan. He is a messenger from Lyda. It seems they are dealing with a plague that is killing off the majority of its inhabitants. This is my eldest son Elladan, sir Venetan. If you could tell me the symptoms, perhaps I can find a cure. My youngest may also be infected with the same illness."
"Your pardon, Lord, but I was not aware elves could get sick," Venetan said.
"Estel is my adopted son. He is human. I was close to his parents before they died," Elrond explained, trying to be patient when his son's life was on the line.
"Ah. Well, it starts out with flu-like symptoms. A general achy feeling, congestion, chills, and a fever. From there it usually progresses to convulsions and hallucinations, then coma and death. We don't know how to treat it. We've tried the herbs we use for the flu, but they don't work! We are hoping you could help. They say you are the best healer in Middle Earth!"
Elrond was saved from replying as the commotion in Estel's room could clearly be heard. They quickly entered and Elrond saw Estel's body in the throes of a seizure.
"Hold his head, Elrohir! Legolas, hand me a clean cloth, quickly!" Elrond inserted the cloth into Estel's mouth while holding on to the ends. The convulsions lasted another minute or so, and then Estel relaxed on his bed.
"Ada, his temperature is too high! We must bring it down," Elrohir said, ignoring the stranger for the moment.
Elrond quickly checked his youngest's temperature before muttering a curse. "A fever this high can lead to brain damage in mortals. My sons, gather as many servants as you can find and fill Estel's bathtub with cold water." The twins hurried out of the room and Elrond turned to the other elf. "Legolas, go into Elrohir's room and get more blankets and some large towels. But before you do, did you and Estel pass through Lyda?"
"We stayed for three days, milord. Strider was slightly injured and fell into a pool of water. We lost half of our supplies so we stopped at the nearest town. We replenished our stock and let Estel recover from his wounds." He left the room when Elrond motioned that he was finished questioning him.
"Is everyone getting sick?" Elrond asked Venetan.
"Not everyone, but most are."
"Have you gotten sick?"
"No, I'm one of the few that haven't."
"Is there a particular area of the town where people aren't getting ill?"
"No, we are scattered all throughout Lyda. Why?"
"I'm looking for a common denominator as to why some of you aren't sick."
"There is not one that I can think of."
Legolas returned then with an armload of blankets and towels. "The twins will be back momentarily. It seems they have gotten every servant in the house, quite a few warriors, and many of your advisors. Estel is very well liked."
"Except when he and his brothers are pulling pranks on everyone in the house. Hurry with that water, boys. We need to get Estel's temperature down immediately," Elrond said as the twins hurried in, a bucket in each hand. They were closely followed by a group of elves who also carried two buckets apiece. It took only a few moments before the tub was filled with icy water.
Elrond quickly picked up his youngest and walked into the bathroom, calling out over his shoulder, "Bring those towels and a blanket." The twins, the prince, and the human complied, and then watched as Elrond lowered Estel into the water. The Ranger was completely still for a few moments but began thrashing about in the tub.
"Ada?" Elrohir said.
"Be ready. When he stops fighting we will get him out. Then we must quickly warm him." As if on cue, Estel stopped moving. Putting his elven reflexes to good use, Elrond quickly pulled Estel from the water. "All of you, dry him off. Rub briskly but not too hard."
Estel's lips were still blue-tinged when they wrapped him in the blanket after spending several moments chafing his skin. Elrond carried him back to his bed and they made short work of spreading the other blankets across the unconscious human.
"Go rest, all of you. I'll stay with Estel to keep an eye on him. And Elladan, make sure our guest gets something to eat," Elrond ordered.
"Yes, Ada. But we will return in a few hours so you can follow your own instructions, Father," Elladan replied. With that they filed out of the room, heading to the kitchens. They each chose a light mean and talked idly. The conversation was deliberately kept light as all of them were worried. When they finished eating, Elrohir suggested, "Let's go sit outside for a while. It might get our minds off all this for a few minutes." The others quickly agreed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes until Venetan pulled what looked to be a stick from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
"What is that?" Legolas questioned.
"We call it a jerwasha root. Several of us chew on them. We didn't think they had any good qualities, but come to think of it, none of us who chew them regularly are sick," he answered.
"Do you have any more of these roots?" Elrohir asked, excited at the idea that there might be something that could save his brother.
"I've got several."
"We must take them to Father immediately! This might just save Estel!" Elladan said. They ran into the house and headed immediately for Estel's room.
Elrond was irritated by the sheer volume of noise they created, and became downright angry when they burst into the room, all of them talking at once.
"Silence, all of you! Estel is ill and does not need this kind of disturbance. What has got you all riled up?" Elrond felt immense relief when he got an explanation. There was hope his youngest might survive now. He didn't think he would have been able to bear Aragorn's passing. He had lost too many people in his long life: his brother Elros, Gil-Galad, Celebrian, Arathorn and Gilraen, and many others.
"Venetan, where is this root?" Elrond asked. The human handed several of the sticks over with no protest. Elrond studied it closely for a moment before smelling it. "Hmmm. I'll be back in a few minutes." The elf lord disappeared before the others could question him.
Several minutes later Elrond returned with a glass of tea. "Prop him up, boys," he ordered. Elladan and Elrohir complied as Elrond moved to Estel's side. He managed to get the boy to swallow the liquid without choking.
"We will have to wait and see how he reacts. If this works, you will be able to save your town, Venetan."
"Elrond saw the twins share a look and then Elrohir said, "Father, you need to eat and rest. We will come get you at the slightest change in his condition." When Elrond nodded and walked out, Elrohir turned to Venetan. "You can go and rest if you like. I can show you to your room."
"No, thank you. I would like to stay if it is alright with you. It might be helpful to see what reaction this garners from him." ***
Elrond was woken from a light doze several hours later. Elladan walked in his room and said, "Ada, I think he's waking up! Come quickly." Elrond ran after Elladan and they arrived at Estel's room in moments. Elrond assessed Estel's condition and concluded that Elladan was correct.
"His breathing has eased slightly, his fever is down, and his pulse is strong and steady. He is on the mend. We just have to wait for him to wake up. Venetan, I hope that root of yours is plentiful. I'll send several of my healers with you to help administer the medicine. You can leave as soon as you wish, but I hope you will at least stay the night. It is almost dark and you wouldn't be able to travel very far tonight."
"Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Elrond. I will leave at first light."
"Good. We will make sure you are properly outfitted before you leave." Aragorn coughed and shifted on the bed before Elrond could continue. "Estel. Wake up," he encouraged. Aragorn moaned and shifted again, then his eyes opened to mere slits.
"Welcome back, my son."
"Hmmm?" Estel murmured.
"You were very ill, Estel. But you are getting better. You had us quite worried," Elrond said, seeming to understand Estel's question.
"Yes, Estel. You are going to be very lucky if we let you leave home again," Elrohir teased.
Aragorn just grunted. He was slowly waking up, but he felt extremely sluggish. Thinking seemed almost impossible, and moving was completely out of the question. The only thing he was capable of doing was staring up at everyone.
Legolas seemed concerned at Estel's reactions. "Lord Elrond, is he alright? You mentioned that a fever could damage his brain. You don't think that happened, do you?"
"No. I think he's just weak. He will be for many days to come, but he is recovering," Elrond assured the elven prince. "Rest, Estel. That is the best thing for you right now." Aragorn closed his eyes, content to follow his father's instructions. He smiled slightly as he heard Elrond murmuring softly and soothingly to him in Elvish as he drifted off to sleep.
End.
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Lotholien: Thanks so much! I kind of like the whole, "You aren't Strider anymore, Strider!" Hmm, sixteen or seventeen year old Estel. I'll have to think about how I can do one of those. Maybe the whole teenage rebellion thing. Wonder how Elrond would react? It probably wouldn't be pretty.
Author/Email: MaraJade (LadyJadeSky@aol.com since comcast seems to be offline right now)
Archive: Mellon Chronicles, The_Istari, anyone else just ask.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't make any money, don't sue!
Summary: Aragorn's not feeling so well
Warnings: Usual of not beta'd, other thank that, I don't think there are any
Aragorn ached. He was glad he was almost home. He and Legolas had traveled from Rivendell to Mirkwood and then Lothlorien delivering messages to Thranduil and Galadriel from Lord Elrond. Unfortunately Aragorn had fallen into a lake on the way back and destroyed half of his and Legolas' supplies. They had stopped at a human town to replenish their supplies and allow Aragorn the chance to recover from injuries he had sustained. Aragorn suspected he was coming down with a cold from his unexpected bath in the icy water.
They walked through the gates of Imladris and Aragorn sighed in relief. It was mid-afternoon and their pace had not been trying, but Aragorn was exhausted.
"I'll see you later, Legolas. I'm going to take a nap."
"You haven't eaten lunch yet. Don't you think you should do that first?"
"I'm not really very hungry. I will make sure to eat dinner, though," Aragorn promised.
"Are you feeling alright? You haven't been eating much lately."
"I've got a headache. I think I might have caught a cold from falling into that lake. I'll be fine," Aragorn replied before walking off to his room.
Legolas unpacked then went to the kitchens where he was met by Elladan and Elrohir.
"We are glad you are back in one piece. Where is Estel?" Elrohir asked.
"I don't think he's feeling well. He went to rest."
"We'll need to let Father know to check on him later," Elladan replied. "But right now we'll let him sleep." They finished their lunch and went out to spend time catching up with each other. ***
Legolas and the twins were once again in the kitchen. It was suppertime and Estel still had not made an appearance. "I'm going to go check on him," Legolas said.
"We'll come with you. We haven't seen him in months and he usually seeks us out right away, if he's not injured that is."
They quickly made their way to the Ranger's room and knocked on the door. When there was no answer Elladan pushed open the door. Aragorn was curled up into a ball on his bed with his back to the door.
"Estel," Elladan called out. The figure on the bed did not stir, so Elladan walked to his side. When he saw his little brother's face, he turned to Elrohir and snapped out, "Go get Father, quickly!"
"What's wrong?" Legolas asked as Elrohir ran off.
"Estel had a fever." He placed his hand on the man's forehead. "It's very high. Grab some spare blankets from the closet," Elladan ordered after seeing Estel shiver. He grabbed a small towel and the pitcher of water from Aragorn's nightstand and started bathing his face.
Elrohir and Elrond arrived as Legolas was settling the blankets around Aragorn. Elrond quickly made his way to his son's side. After a quick examination he said, "Elladan, continue what you are doing. Elrohir, go get my herbs. Legolas, go get more fresh water and a few more cloths. Estel! Estel, can you hear me? Estel, wake up!"
Aragorn moaned, then stirred. "Ada?" he said, cracking his eyes open.
"Good, Estel. Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"Hurts. Cold."
"What hurts, my son?"
"Ever' thing."
"Does it hurt badly, Estel?" Aragorn shook his head in a negative response. "Does anything hurt more than everything else?"
"Head and chest." Lord Elrond placed his ear on his son's chest, listening intently.
"It sounds like you are quite congested, Estel," he said after hearing the Ranger's breath rattling in his chest. He took the bag of herbs Elrohir had returned with and quickly mixed a few together with water. He helped Estel sit up and supported him while he choked down the vile concoction. When he finished it, Elrond helped him lie back down.
"Rest, my son. I'll check on you in a little while." Elrond then turned his attention to the others. "You can stay as long as you are quiet. Estel needs the rest. Come and get me immediately if his condition should change." When he was certain they would comply with his orders, Elrond left the room and headed for his library to do some research on the illness. ***
The twins and Legolas sat in Aragorn's room conversing quietly when the human moaned loudly. Elrohir, being the closest, jumped up to check on him. He noticed immediately that the fever had spiked again. Estel thrashed in his bed for a few moments before laying still with a final whimper. "Go get Father, Elladan!" Elrohir cried, concerned.
Elladan rushed out of the room to his father's library. He quickly entered but Elrond was not within the room. A passing servant was quickly grabbed and Elladan said, "Do you know my father's whereabouts?"
"Lord Elrond is down by the gates. A human was in need of his assistance."
Elladan tossed a quick, "thanks!" over his shoulder as he ran outside. He approached his father and the human quickly.
"Excuse me, but Estel is getting worse, Ada!"
"Did Legolas and Estel pass through the town of Lyda, Elladan?" Elrond asked.
"I'm not sure. Legolas said something about stopping at a town for a few days, but he did not mention the name."
"This is Venetan. He is a messenger from Lyda. It seems they are dealing with a plague that is killing off the majority of its inhabitants. This is my eldest son Elladan, sir Venetan. If you could tell me the symptoms, perhaps I can find a cure. My youngest may also be infected with the same illness."
"Your pardon, Lord, but I was not aware elves could get sick," Venetan said.
"Estel is my adopted son. He is human. I was close to his parents before they died," Elrond explained, trying to be patient when his son's life was on the line.
"Ah. Well, it starts out with flu-like symptoms. A general achy feeling, congestion, chills, and a fever. From there it usually progresses to convulsions and hallucinations, then coma and death. We don't know how to treat it. We've tried the herbs we use for the flu, but they don't work! We are hoping you could help. They say you are the best healer in Middle Earth!"
Elrond was saved from replying as the commotion in Estel's room could clearly be heard. They quickly entered and Elrond saw Estel's body in the throes of a seizure.
"Hold his head, Elrohir! Legolas, hand me a clean cloth, quickly!" Elrond inserted the cloth into Estel's mouth while holding on to the ends. The convulsions lasted another minute or so, and then Estel relaxed on his bed.
"Ada, his temperature is too high! We must bring it down," Elrohir said, ignoring the stranger for the moment.
Elrond quickly checked his youngest's temperature before muttering a curse. "A fever this high can lead to brain damage in mortals. My sons, gather as many servants as you can find and fill Estel's bathtub with cold water." The twins hurried out of the room and Elrond turned to the other elf. "Legolas, go into Elrohir's room and get more blankets and some large towels. But before you do, did you and Estel pass through Lyda?"
"We stayed for three days, milord. Strider was slightly injured and fell into a pool of water. We lost half of our supplies so we stopped at the nearest town. We replenished our stock and let Estel recover from his wounds." He left the room when Elrond motioned that he was finished questioning him.
"Is everyone getting sick?" Elrond asked Venetan.
"Not everyone, but most are."
"Have you gotten sick?"
"No, I'm one of the few that haven't."
"Is there a particular area of the town where people aren't getting ill?"
"No, we are scattered all throughout Lyda. Why?"
"I'm looking for a common denominator as to why some of you aren't sick."
"There is not one that I can think of."
Legolas returned then with an armload of blankets and towels. "The twins will be back momentarily. It seems they have gotten every servant in the house, quite a few warriors, and many of your advisors. Estel is very well liked."
"Except when he and his brothers are pulling pranks on everyone in the house. Hurry with that water, boys. We need to get Estel's temperature down immediately," Elrond said as the twins hurried in, a bucket in each hand. They were closely followed by a group of elves who also carried two buckets apiece. It took only a few moments before the tub was filled with icy water.
Elrond quickly picked up his youngest and walked into the bathroom, calling out over his shoulder, "Bring those towels and a blanket." The twins, the prince, and the human complied, and then watched as Elrond lowered Estel into the water. The Ranger was completely still for a few moments but began thrashing about in the tub.
"Ada?" Elrohir said.
"Be ready. When he stops fighting we will get him out. Then we must quickly warm him." As if on cue, Estel stopped moving. Putting his elven reflexes to good use, Elrond quickly pulled Estel from the water. "All of you, dry him off. Rub briskly but not too hard."
Estel's lips were still blue-tinged when they wrapped him in the blanket after spending several moments chafing his skin. Elrond carried him back to his bed and they made short work of spreading the other blankets across the unconscious human.
"Go rest, all of you. I'll stay with Estel to keep an eye on him. And Elladan, make sure our guest gets something to eat," Elrond ordered.
"Yes, Ada. But we will return in a few hours so you can follow your own instructions, Father," Elladan replied. With that they filed out of the room, heading to the kitchens. They each chose a light mean and talked idly. The conversation was deliberately kept light as all of them were worried. When they finished eating, Elrohir suggested, "Let's go sit outside for a while. It might get our minds off all this for a few minutes." The others quickly agreed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes until Venetan pulled what looked to be a stick from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
"What is that?" Legolas questioned.
"We call it a jerwasha root. Several of us chew on them. We didn't think they had any good qualities, but come to think of it, none of us who chew them regularly are sick," he answered.
"Do you have any more of these roots?" Elrohir asked, excited at the idea that there might be something that could save his brother.
"I've got several."
"We must take them to Father immediately! This might just save Estel!" Elladan said. They ran into the house and headed immediately for Estel's room.
Elrond was irritated by the sheer volume of noise they created, and became downright angry when they burst into the room, all of them talking at once.
"Silence, all of you! Estel is ill and does not need this kind of disturbance. What has got you all riled up?" Elrond felt immense relief when he got an explanation. There was hope his youngest might survive now. He didn't think he would have been able to bear Aragorn's passing. He had lost too many people in his long life: his brother Elros, Gil-Galad, Celebrian, Arathorn and Gilraen, and many others.
"Venetan, where is this root?" Elrond asked. The human handed several of the sticks over with no protest. Elrond studied it closely for a moment before smelling it. "Hmmm. I'll be back in a few minutes." The elf lord disappeared before the others could question him.
Several minutes later Elrond returned with a glass of tea. "Prop him up, boys," he ordered. Elladan and Elrohir complied as Elrond moved to Estel's side. He managed to get the boy to swallow the liquid without choking.
"We will have to wait and see how he reacts. If this works, you will be able to save your town, Venetan."
"Elrond saw the twins share a look and then Elrohir said, "Father, you need to eat and rest. We will come get you at the slightest change in his condition." When Elrond nodded and walked out, Elrohir turned to Venetan. "You can go and rest if you like. I can show you to your room."
"No, thank you. I would like to stay if it is alright with you. It might be helpful to see what reaction this garners from him." ***
Elrond was woken from a light doze several hours later. Elladan walked in his room and said, "Ada, I think he's waking up! Come quickly." Elrond ran after Elladan and they arrived at Estel's room in moments. Elrond assessed Estel's condition and concluded that Elladan was correct.
"His breathing has eased slightly, his fever is down, and his pulse is strong and steady. He is on the mend. We just have to wait for him to wake up. Venetan, I hope that root of yours is plentiful. I'll send several of my healers with you to help administer the medicine. You can leave as soon as you wish, but I hope you will at least stay the night. It is almost dark and you wouldn't be able to travel very far tonight."
"Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Elrond. I will leave at first light."
"Good. We will make sure you are properly outfitted before you leave." Aragorn coughed and shifted on the bed before Elrond could continue. "Estel. Wake up," he encouraged. Aragorn moaned and shifted again, then his eyes opened to mere slits.
"Welcome back, my son."
"Hmmm?" Estel murmured.
"You were very ill, Estel. But you are getting better. You had us quite worried," Elrond said, seeming to understand Estel's question.
"Yes, Estel. You are going to be very lucky if we let you leave home again," Elrohir teased.
Aragorn just grunted. He was slowly waking up, but he felt extremely sluggish. Thinking seemed almost impossible, and moving was completely out of the question. The only thing he was capable of doing was staring up at everyone.
Legolas seemed concerned at Estel's reactions. "Lord Elrond, is he alright? You mentioned that a fever could damage his brain. You don't think that happened, do you?"
"No. I think he's just weak. He will be for many days to come, but he is recovering," Elrond assured the elven prince. "Rest, Estel. That is the best thing for you right now." Aragorn closed his eyes, content to follow his father's instructions. He smiled slightly as he heard Elrond murmuring softly and soothingly to him in Elvish as he drifted off to sleep.
End.
Thank you for the reviews! If you want to read about something just let me know, I'll try my best to write it.
Ryokima: Thanks for your great comments! I was dancing too, when I saw your review!
Lotholien: Thanks so much! I kind of like the whole, "You aren't Strider anymore, Strider!" Hmm, sixteen or seventeen year old Estel. I'll have to think about how I can do one of those. Maybe the whole teenage rebellion thing. Wonder how Elrond would react? It probably wouldn't be pretty.