Okay I'm pausing this fic for a second. (There will be a fic below all of this.) Some things are clearly messed up here. Now to Legolas of Mirkwood, right now cept for Virresee their in Rivendell. Lady Grey (who is a major in English), is TRYING to help me with my English. It is getting better though it does remain below adverage. I'M TRYING PEOPLE, and I'll be a more nit picking for you and I hope I can catch most of my mistakes. SHe says I do a great job telling were everyone is, but on the other hand I do switch around alot so one reading my fic for time on end might get confused.
For two Thranduil would never ever do this DUH! But just for a second, why do all you flamers and cranky people read all of the fic first if you hate it so much? Do you love self torture?
Thranduil: Lady Ro, You were talking about me.
A: Fine, fine, fine. And I'm not a lady I'm a hobbit! Yuppy.
Thranduil: -_- Okay hobbit back to me.
A: K, I swear by the shire, we'll all have the Thranduil we all know and love by the 11th chapter. I will not leave him like this. Nope, nope, nope, nope. Thranduil must come back, he must make amends and come a greater more powerful king... ::giggle spasims:: Bear with me people, I'm a cruel writer.
NOW UNTO THE FIC!!!
Thranduil: Oh and ViVi you will be coming in soon. I know you helped the hobbit AprilMay... ... Ro valently with the fight with the darkside.
A: ::tugs on Thranduil's pants leg::
Thranduil: Yes?
A: King Thranduil, may I please get back to the fic.
Thranduil: Sorry, carry on. And please, I don't want to hurt anymore people.
A: I promice King Thranduil. ::huggles:: And hungry
Disclaimer, I don't own Tolkien's wonderful work. I'm just a humble fanfic writer.
Thranduil: And I'd would like to introduce the new beta reader SilvermoonSedai. But this chapter LadyGrey will fill in her place.
A: Ahem.
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Subj: Beta'd Fic
Date: 3/12/03 2:58:06 AM Central Standard Time
From: XxLadyGreyxX
To: RoMayDrako
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It was well into the night, night life of Rivendell forest sings outside the window. Elladan watches carefully as his human brother breathes in the fire light. It ws like he was sleeping; not fighting to live. So intent he was on his brother, he dosn't notice the door to Aragorn's room opens, as Elrohir slips in. Silently, Elrohir walks over to Elladan, and sits the book infront of his twin.
"Look what I found." Elrohir smirks.
Elladan blinks, surprised by the site of the book. "Elrohir, where did you find that? We've been looking for that book ever since Estel hid it on us."
"I suckered the maid and she got it for me." Elrohir pauses. "I don't blame Estel for hiding it either, we were going to destoy it."
"You were, not me."
"Any way, it's my turn to watch Estel, off to bed with you."
A frown crosses Elladan's face, Just like his father he did not wat to leave Aragorn. Unlike his father, Elladan leaves, but with something on his mind.
Alone with Aragorn, Elrohir sits on the bed chuckling. "You know lil' Estel, I swear our brother's up to something. He left way too easily." Elrohir picks up the book, studying it. "Can you believe our father was just like him when he was our age? You need to get better lil' Estel and we'll show dad we're more mischievous than him, then we can blame it all on Elladan. How does that sound?"
"Sounds horrible." Elladan grumbles from the door.
"Huh? Elladan what are you doing?"
Elladan pushes in a pile of blankets. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You're going to get your blankets all filthy pushing them around the floor like that." Elrohir scolds.
"I know, that's why I put your blanket on bottem."
"What?!"
Elrohir drops the book and rushes over to his brother. Disgracfully he pulls the blanket from the bottem of the pile. Dust and dirt drift off the[then] fly off the blanket. Elladan sneezes, pushing off the quilts that flew over him in Elrohir's ungraceful haste.
"It's filthy now!" Elrohir glowers. "Thank a lot, I will get you for this."
****
Legolas lightly knocks on Elrond's door. He hated to disturb him at such an hour, but he needed to talk to Elrond about what happened. He was begining to feel different, it was nearly impossible to hide when his stomach got upset. It couldn't be what he thought. Again he knocks on the door, this time the door opens slowly.
"Legolas, to what do I owe this visit?" Elrond asks through half lidded eyes.
"I'm sorry Lord Elrond, but I have a problam." Legolas grows uncomfortable.
"Come in let's talk."
Elrond dissapears back into his room followed by Legolas. It was a shock to see the Lord of Rivendell's room. Unlike the rest of the house, this room was a sheer mess. Books, paper, and who knows what, littered the floor. Little veins of dusty floor is the only means of traveling the maze.
Elrond walks over to a small couch and pushes off a pile of stuff. "Have a seat, I apologize for the mess."
"It's okay." Legolas kicks a pile of papers, making a funny face he catches himself on a artical of furniture. "Your study on a busy day is scarier."
Elrond supresses a laugh. "That is true Legolas, now what is bothering you?"
"It's rather stressing to say, but I think I might be pregnant."
Lord Elrond's eye brow[eyebrow] raises, and he sits on the bed.
"No it's not like that, I know how male and females work... but 'Let a new race of Elf be born. A new race born from a male Elf, to deceive and destroy the old breed of Elf.' That's what I over heard, and there was a spell cast on me." Legolas stops, the room seemed chokingly silent. "And I did make love to a female illusion in my dream before he said that."
"Well at least I know I haven't lost my mind." Elrond states trying to sound calm. "You're not the best at hiding your sickness, all signs point to it's true. The woman in your dream was just a means to get your means of making life."
"Means of making life?"
Elrond looks Legolas in the eye, Legolas suddenly getting it.
"OH that." Legolas grew more uncomfortable. "Elrond what do I do? This child is part me, part... Part... ... Part I don't know."
"Well Legolas," Elrond starts. "We should just treat this like any other pregnancy."
"Lord Elrond, pardon me, but I'm not pregnant I'm just host to this child. A child that's a threat."
"Legolas, we do not know if it's a threat for certian." Elrond corrects. "All life is precious Legolas, even if it was created in a different way."
Legolas breathes out heavily, realizing the weight of this situation. Elrond rises from the bed and puts a reassuring hand on Legolas' shoulder. A smile of reassurence drifts across his face.
"Legolas, it'll be all right."
"Think we can keep this quiet? At least for now." Legolas pleads.
"Yes Legolas, just at some time people are going to notice."
"Thank you Lord Elrond."
Elrond stands composed til Legolas closes the door; It seemed as if the weight of Middle Earth pressed on his shoulders. Too many problems in such a little time. Walking over to his bed, he collapses onto the soft matress. He just wanted a few hours alone to think.
*Knock knock*
Elrond groans burying his head into the matress, maybe just maybe, if he ignored the door they would go away.
*Knock knock*
Asher knocks on the door of Elrond's chamber. He knew he was in there, for he saw Legolas leave. Despite his valent bravery, facing a lord that didn't want to talk is where his bravery ended. It was not considered dignified getting run through delivering a message.
*Knock knock*
Elrond peers out the window, sun was surely to rise at any minute, was it not? The begin to another day. The shadows of the night had their time to dance, now it was time for the light to come in.
*Knock knock*
"Lord Elrond, I appoligize, but I must speak to you." Asher speaks softly and respectfully.
Anxioiusly Asher waits at the door, he did not feel like knocking so he just waited. Soon the door opens to reveal Elrond composed, but obviously stressed. Strangely, Asher accepted the death he knew was coming.
"Yes, how may I help you?" Elrond asks.
Asher bows respectively. "Lord Elrond, Thranduil wishes to speak to you."
Elrond's eyebrow twitches, "he what?"
"He wishes to see you before he leaves for Loirn," Asher speeds out.
Elrond steps closer to the guard, forcing Asher to step back. He does this till Asher is against the wall, then he grabs the dagger from his side belt. Just the name of Thranduil angered him greatly, boiling over, Elrond slams the the dagger into wall.
"Tell him I will speak to him tomorrow." Elrond's voice is low and dangerous.
"Y... Yes Lord Elrond."
The Lord of Mirkwood starts off down the hallway then pauses, looking at his guard, standing against the wall. A lock of hair had fallen from his head, and a thin line of blood ran across his face from the daggers's edge. Elrond felt shamed that once again he took his frustrations out on a guard.
"I'm sorry, what is your name?" Elrond asks.
"Asher, commander of one of your armies."
"I rember you now, if there is anything you, or your party needs please tell me. Again I apologize for my inappropriate behavor."
"It's okay Lord Elrond, we all know how much stress your under. And all the enjoyable years serving under you, we all have learned you're prone to these out outbursts when you're highest stressed. It's not a probablem[problem."
"Do you think I should see King Thranduil tonight?" Elrond asks suddenly.
"Pardon me?"
"Do you think I should see King Thranduil tonight?" Elrond repeats.
"Well, Lord Elrond, the sooner you see him the faster he leaves. That would let up on your stress would it not?"
Elrond nods, "have him meet me in the council area in two hours, I'm going to check on my sons for now."
Asher acknowledges what Elrond told him then takes off down the hallway.
"Asher."
Asher stops in his tracks. "Yes?"
"You forgot your dagger." Elrond smiles and continues on his way.
"Thank you."
Asher walks back and retrives the dagger. Proof he survived the Lord of Rivendell's stress related out outburst. Not everyday an elf gets to claim that, for Elrond was very level headed most of the time.
****
Elrond enters Aragorn's room, the first thing he notices was the pile of blankets in the corner. Curiously he looks over the the bed, at the twin who was reading a book to Aragorn. Probably Elladan, Elrohir wasn't too fond of Aragorn. Then agian it was nearly impossible to predict, or tell apart his sons in this state of mind.
Eventually Elrohir looks up, noticing his father who was between eyeing him, and eyeing his brother's nest of blankets. Carfully he bends the corner of the page he was on and closes the book.
"Elladan's under there somewhere."
Raising an eyebrow Elrond looks at the pile of blankets. This meant Elrohir was the one reading to Aragorn. Indeed, Elrohir loved his brother more then he let on to.
"How are you doing?" Elrond asks Elrohir.
"Tired, but I have several hours of energy left in me yet."
"Estel?"
"Still no change."
Making a move for Elrohir to stand up, Elrond slips into the chair. Pulling his son unto[onto] his lap. Holding him like he did when he was a little boy. Just a bit more awkwardly considering Elrohir was on the way to being taller then him.
"I'm not a child anymore." Elrohir complains resting his head on Elrond's shoulder.
"I know you're not, now shut up."
Elrond wraps his arms around Elrohir, holding him tightly. Unconsciously rocking him back and forth. Mind wandering over the day's events.
"I almost killed an elf named Asher by accident today." Elrond mutters.
"Asher... Asher... I know that elf, how did you like the color of his hair?"
"It was odd for a elf."
Elrohir chuckles, "To think Aragorn did that three years ago."
"Is that why you started calling him Estel not Aragorn?"
"Yes."
***
AWWWW I know, HOW CUTE, okay originally I'd end it here, BUT I decided not to. I'm sure your all wondering about the dirty-dishwater blonde with reddish tinge, so I'm adding a story.
*****
ADDED STORY: CASE OF ASHER'S REDDISH HAIR
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"Aragorn," Elrohir hit his leg laughing. "Oh Aragorn, you'll NEVER do a prank to out last any prank."
"Dad may have named you Estel, but you have no hope."
"OH yeah I'll prove it to you, I'll prove it to all you elves."
Aragorn shouted, his voice exstremly squeeky.
A group of elves laugh at Aragorn. His pride hurt Estel ran away from the torment. Lord Elrond always told him he must some times fight to live up to the other elves. So indept in his thoughts, the then four in a half foot Aragorn nearly gets ran over by a cart.
Aragorn staggered back and watched the wagon pass. Almost instantly something evil crosses his mind. That was a wine wagon, to night the elves will be out some wine. But who to get.
Not his brothers, or his friends, they'd see him coming. A hand grabed Aragorn's shoulder startling him. Turning around Aragorn looks up into the brown eyes of a dirty dishwater blonde.
"Hey tiny one, you're barely the size of a hobbit, I'd be careful if I were you." He smiled. "Need me to escort you back to your parents?"
Aragorn sticked out his lip and shook his head no.
"What's your name?"
"Estel."
"Estel, that's a pertty name for a little girl." The man messed up Aragorn's hair.
"I'm not a little girl!" Aragorn shouted and kicked the elf's shin. "I'm a boy, son to Lord Elrond!"
Aragorn ran off, he had found his target for tonight. A stupid elf, that thought he was a girl.
****
Later that night Aragorn found the elf he was eyeing from earlier. He was laughing along with some other higher rank elves drinking wine. Aragorn pulled out a cylender with some liquid in it, he knew his father used this to sidate elves. Only problem Aragorn had was not knowing how much to use.
Watching carefully Aragorn waits for his chance. A chance that did come as the target elf turned his back to his wine. Aragorn sliped in with extreme grace and dumped in the contents of the cylander into the elf's wine. But before he can leave the elf turns around.
"Oh Estel, what are you doing out so late?"
Aragorn hid the cylander. "I... I wanted to know what you guys were up to."
"Hey Asher, who's this little boy?" One of the elves ask.
"Elrond's son, I'll take him back to his room."
Aragorn felt defeted, he felt his chance to get the elf was nil. Asher waved to his friends and grabed his wine glass, downing it disgracefully. He smacked his lips he looked at Estel.
"Don't want them slipping in any thing while I'm away." Asher laughed.
Asher grabs Argorn's hand and leads him through the garden to the lords house. His body suddenly grew tired on him, but before he can think twice he was on the ground.
Estel cheered as he saw the unconscious elf. Grabbing two hands Aragorn struggled to drag him unto a bench, tying Ashers hands to the legs of the stone bench. Hopefully no one would find him till he was done.
****
Three buckets of stolden[stolen] wine later, Asher's head floated in a larger bucket of wine. Unhappy, Aragorn finds a heavy rock and ties it to some of Asher's hair, the pushes in the bucket. The top of Asher's head now was up to the eye brows ups in wine. A wine sure to stain, for how long Aragorn didn't care.
Aragorn giggled to himself and ran off to bed. Not knowing he left a over sedated elf with his head soaking in a bucket of wine.
****
Two days later a scream came from the garden. Hords of elves moved from there respective places, running towards the source. What they found was a groggy elf with bright red hair, wine pouring from his strands. He had managed to free his hands, but man, was he peeved.
"What happened here?" Elrohir asked, Aragorn hugging his leg.
"That thing!" Asher pointed at Aragorn. "He did this to me."
"Estel, but he would never do anything like that." Elrohir stuttered.
"Yeah I would, he called me a little girl!"
Elrohir slapped his forhead. "Asher, please let's not tell Lord Elrond of this. I fear this was also our fault too for teasing young Estel."
"You owe me." Asher growls pushing his way past elves.
Elladan and Elrond was the last to arrive. Staring oddly at the elf covered in wine. Elrond looked confused, not understanding what might possibly happen. But one look at his twin, Elladan understood full well what happened.
"Estel." Elladan whispers.
For two Thranduil would never ever do this DUH! But just for a second, why do all you flamers and cranky people read all of the fic first if you hate it so much? Do you love self torture?
Thranduil: Lady Ro, You were talking about me.
A: Fine, fine, fine. And I'm not a lady I'm a hobbit! Yuppy.
Thranduil: -_- Okay hobbit back to me.
A: K, I swear by the shire, we'll all have the Thranduil we all know and love by the 11th chapter. I will not leave him like this. Nope, nope, nope, nope. Thranduil must come back, he must make amends and come a greater more powerful king... ::giggle spasims:: Bear with me people, I'm a cruel writer.
NOW UNTO THE FIC!!!
Thranduil: Oh and ViVi you will be coming in soon. I know you helped the hobbit AprilMay... ... Ro valently with the fight with the darkside.
A: ::tugs on Thranduil's pants leg::
Thranduil: Yes?
A: King Thranduil, may I please get back to the fic.
Thranduil: Sorry, carry on. And please, I don't want to hurt anymore people.
A: I promice King Thranduil. ::huggles:: And hungry
Disclaimer, I don't own Tolkien's wonderful work. I'm just a humble fanfic writer.
Thranduil: And I'd would like to introduce the new beta reader SilvermoonSedai. But this chapter LadyGrey will fill in her place.
A: Ahem.
___
Subj: Beta'd Fic
Date: 3/12/03 2:58:06 AM Central Standard Time
From: XxLadyGreyxX
To: RoMayDrako
____
It was well into the night, night life of Rivendell forest sings outside the window. Elladan watches carefully as his human brother breathes in the fire light. It ws like he was sleeping; not fighting to live. So intent he was on his brother, he dosn't notice the door to Aragorn's room opens, as Elrohir slips in. Silently, Elrohir walks over to Elladan, and sits the book infront of his twin.
"Look what I found." Elrohir smirks.
Elladan blinks, surprised by the site of the book. "Elrohir, where did you find that? We've been looking for that book ever since Estel hid it on us."
"I suckered the maid and she got it for me." Elrohir pauses. "I don't blame Estel for hiding it either, we were going to destoy it."
"You were, not me."
"Any way, it's my turn to watch Estel, off to bed with you."
A frown crosses Elladan's face, Just like his father he did not wat to leave Aragorn. Unlike his father, Elladan leaves, but with something on his mind.
Alone with Aragorn, Elrohir sits on the bed chuckling. "You know lil' Estel, I swear our brother's up to something. He left way too easily." Elrohir picks up the book, studying it. "Can you believe our father was just like him when he was our age? You need to get better lil' Estel and we'll show dad we're more mischievous than him, then we can blame it all on Elladan. How does that sound?"
"Sounds horrible." Elladan grumbles from the door.
"Huh? Elladan what are you doing?"
Elladan pushes in a pile of blankets. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You're going to get your blankets all filthy pushing them around the floor like that." Elrohir scolds.
"I know, that's why I put your blanket on bottem."
"What?!"
Elrohir drops the book and rushes over to his brother. Disgracfully he pulls the blanket from the bottem of the pile. Dust and dirt drift off the[then] fly off the blanket. Elladan sneezes, pushing off the quilts that flew over him in Elrohir's ungraceful haste.
"It's filthy now!" Elrohir glowers. "Thank a lot, I will get you for this."
****
Legolas lightly knocks on Elrond's door. He hated to disturb him at such an hour, but he needed to talk to Elrond about what happened. He was begining to feel different, it was nearly impossible to hide when his stomach got upset. It couldn't be what he thought. Again he knocks on the door, this time the door opens slowly.
"Legolas, to what do I owe this visit?" Elrond asks through half lidded eyes.
"I'm sorry Lord Elrond, but I have a problam." Legolas grows uncomfortable.
"Come in let's talk."
Elrond dissapears back into his room followed by Legolas. It was a shock to see the Lord of Rivendell's room. Unlike the rest of the house, this room was a sheer mess. Books, paper, and who knows what, littered the floor. Little veins of dusty floor is the only means of traveling the maze.
Elrond walks over to a small couch and pushes off a pile of stuff. "Have a seat, I apologize for the mess."
"It's okay." Legolas kicks a pile of papers, making a funny face he catches himself on a artical of furniture. "Your study on a busy day is scarier."
Elrond supresses a laugh. "That is true Legolas, now what is bothering you?"
"It's rather stressing to say, but I think I might be pregnant."
Lord Elrond's eye brow[eyebrow] raises, and he sits on the bed.
"No it's not like that, I know how male and females work... but 'Let a new race of Elf be born. A new race born from a male Elf, to deceive and destroy the old breed of Elf.' That's what I over heard, and there was a spell cast on me." Legolas stops, the room seemed chokingly silent. "And I did make love to a female illusion in my dream before he said that."
"Well at least I know I haven't lost my mind." Elrond states trying to sound calm. "You're not the best at hiding your sickness, all signs point to it's true. The woman in your dream was just a means to get your means of making life."
"Means of making life?"
Elrond looks Legolas in the eye, Legolas suddenly getting it.
"OH that." Legolas grew more uncomfortable. "Elrond what do I do? This child is part me, part... Part... ... Part I don't know."
"Well Legolas," Elrond starts. "We should just treat this like any other pregnancy."
"Lord Elrond, pardon me, but I'm not pregnant I'm just host to this child. A child that's a threat."
"Legolas, we do not know if it's a threat for certian." Elrond corrects. "All life is precious Legolas, even if it was created in a different way."
Legolas breathes out heavily, realizing the weight of this situation. Elrond rises from the bed and puts a reassuring hand on Legolas' shoulder. A smile of reassurence drifts across his face.
"Legolas, it'll be all right."
"Think we can keep this quiet? At least for now." Legolas pleads.
"Yes Legolas, just at some time people are going to notice."
"Thank you Lord Elrond."
Elrond stands composed til Legolas closes the door; It seemed as if the weight of Middle Earth pressed on his shoulders. Too many problems in such a little time. Walking over to his bed, he collapses onto the soft matress. He just wanted a few hours alone to think.
*Knock knock*
Elrond groans burying his head into the matress, maybe just maybe, if he ignored the door they would go away.
*Knock knock*
Asher knocks on the door of Elrond's chamber. He knew he was in there, for he saw Legolas leave. Despite his valent bravery, facing a lord that didn't want to talk is where his bravery ended. It was not considered dignified getting run through delivering a message.
*Knock knock*
Elrond peers out the window, sun was surely to rise at any minute, was it not? The begin to another day. The shadows of the night had their time to dance, now it was time for the light to come in.
*Knock knock*
"Lord Elrond, I appoligize, but I must speak to you." Asher speaks softly and respectfully.
Anxioiusly Asher waits at the door, he did not feel like knocking so he just waited. Soon the door opens to reveal Elrond composed, but obviously stressed. Strangely, Asher accepted the death he knew was coming.
"Yes, how may I help you?" Elrond asks.
Asher bows respectively. "Lord Elrond, Thranduil wishes to speak to you."
Elrond's eyebrow twitches, "he what?"
"He wishes to see you before he leaves for Loirn," Asher speeds out.
Elrond steps closer to the guard, forcing Asher to step back. He does this till Asher is against the wall, then he grabs the dagger from his side belt. Just the name of Thranduil angered him greatly, boiling over, Elrond slams the the dagger into wall.
"Tell him I will speak to him tomorrow." Elrond's voice is low and dangerous.
"Y... Yes Lord Elrond."
The Lord of Mirkwood starts off down the hallway then pauses, looking at his guard, standing against the wall. A lock of hair had fallen from his head, and a thin line of blood ran across his face from the daggers's edge. Elrond felt shamed that once again he took his frustrations out on a guard.
"I'm sorry, what is your name?" Elrond asks.
"Asher, commander of one of your armies."
"I rember you now, if there is anything you, or your party needs please tell me. Again I apologize for my inappropriate behavor."
"It's okay Lord Elrond, we all know how much stress your under. And all the enjoyable years serving under you, we all have learned you're prone to these out outbursts when you're highest stressed. It's not a probablem[problem."
"Do you think I should see King Thranduil tonight?" Elrond asks suddenly.
"Pardon me?"
"Do you think I should see King Thranduil tonight?" Elrond repeats.
"Well, Lord Elrond, the sooner you see him the faster he leaves. That would let up on your stress would it not?"
Elrond nods, "have him meet me in the council area in two hours, I'm going to check on my sons for now."
Asher acknowledges what Elrond told him then takes off down the hallway.
"Asher."
Asher stops in his tracks. "Yes?"
"You forgot your dagger." Elrond smiles and continues on his way.
"Thank you."
Asher walks back and retrives the dagger. Proof he survived the Lord of Rivendell's stress related out outburst. Not everyday an elf gets to claim that, for Elrond was very level headed most of the time.
****
Elrond enters Aragorn's room, the first thing he notices was the pile of blankets in the corner. Curiously he looks over the the bed, at the twin who was reading a book to Aragorn. Probably Elladan, Elrohir wasn't too fond of Aragorn. Then agian it was nearly impossible to predict, or tell apart his sons in this state of mind.
Eventually Elrohir looks up, noticing his father who was between eyeing him, and eyeing his brother's nest of blankets. Carfully he bends the corner of the page he was on and closes the book.
"Elladan's under there somewhere."
Raising an eyebrow Elrond looks at the pile of blankets. This meant Elrohir was the one reading to Aragorn. Indeed, Elrohir loved his brother more then he let on to.
"How are you doing?" Elrond asks Elrohir.
"Tired, but I have several hours of energy left in me yet."
"Estel?"
"Still no change."
Making a move for Elrohir to stand up, Elrond slips into the chair. Pulling his son unto[onto] his lap. Holding him like he did when he was a little boy. Just a bit more awkwardly considering Elrohir was on the way to being taller then him.
"I'm not a child anymore." Elrohir complains resting his head on Elrond's shoulder.
"I know you're not, now shut up."
Elrond wraps his arms around Elrohir, holding him tightly. Unconsciously rocking him back and forth. Mind wandering over the day's events.
"I almost killed an elf named Asher by accident today." Elrond mutters.
"Asher... Asher... I know that elf, how did you like the color of his hair?"
"It was odd for a elf."
Elrohir chuckles, "To think Aragorn did that three years ago."
"Is that why you started calling him Estel not Aragorn?"
"Yes."
***
AWWWW I know, HOW CUTE, okay originally I'd end it here, BUT I decided not to. I'm sure your all wondering about the dirty-dishwater blonde with reddish tinge, so I'm adding a story.
*****
ADDED STORY: CASE OF ASHER'S REDDISH HAIR
____
"Aragorn," Elrohir hit his leg laughing. "Oh Aragorn, you'll NEVER do a prank to out last any prank."
"Dad may have named you Estel, but you have no hope."
"OH yeah I'll prove it to you, I'll prove it to all you elves."
Aragorn shouted, his voice exstremly squeeky.
A group of elves laugh at Aragorn. His pride hurt Estel ran away from the torment. Lord Elrond always told him he must some times fight to live up to the other elves. So indept in his thoughts, the then four in a half foot Aragorn nearly gets ran over by a cart.
Aragorn staggered back and watched the wagon pass. Almost instantly something evil crosses his mind. That was a wine wagon, to night the elves will be out some wine. But who to get.
Not his brothers, or his friends, they'd see him coming. A hand grabed Aragorn's shoulder startling him. Turning around Aragorn looks up into the brown eyes of a dirty dishwater blonde.
"Hey tiny one, you're barely the size of a hobbit, I'd be careful if I were you." He smiled. "Need me to escort you back to your parents?"
Aragorn sticked out his lip and shook his head no.
"What's your name?"
"Estel."
"Estel, that's a pertty name for a little girl." The man messed up Aragorn's hair.
"I'm not a little girl!" Aragorn shouted and kicked the elf's shin. "I'm a boy, son to Lord Elrond!"
Aragorn ran off, he had found his target for tonight. A stupid elf, that thought he was a girl.
****
Later that night Aragorn found the elf he was eyeing from earlier. He was laughing along with some other higher rank elves drinking wine. Aragorn pulled out a cylender with some liquid in it, he knew his father used this to sidate elves. Only problem Aragorn had was not knowing how much to use.
Watching carefully Aragorn waits for his chance. A chance that did come as the target elf turned his back to his wine. Aragorn sliped in with extreme grace and dumped in the contents of the cylander into the elf's wine. But before he can leave the elf turns around.
"Oh Estel, what are you doing out so late?"
Aragorn hid the cylander. "I... I wanted to know what you guys were up to."
"Hey Asher, who's this little boy?" One of the elves ask.
"Elrond's son, I'll take him back to his room."
Aragorn felt defeted, he felt his chance to get the elf was nil. Asher waved to his friends and grabed his wine glass, downing it disgracefully. He smacked his lips he looked at Estel.
"Don't want them slipping in any thing while I'm away." Asher laughed.
Asher grabs Argorn's hand and leads him through the garden to the lords house. His body suddenly grew tired on him, but before he can think twice he was on the ground.
Estel cheered as he saw the unconscious elf. Grabbing two hands Aragorn struggled to drag him unto a bench, tying Ashers hands to the legs of the stone bench. Hopefully no one would find him till he was done.
****
Three buckets of stolden[stolen] wine later, Asher's head floated in a larger bucket of wine. Unhappy, Aragorn finds a heavy rock and ties it to some of Asher's hair, the pushes in the bucket. The top of Asher's head now was up to the eye brows ups in wine. A wine sure to stain, for how long Aragorn didn't care.
Aragorn giggled to himself and ran off to bed. Not knowing he left a over sedated elf with his head soaking in a bucket of wine.
****
Two days later a scream came from the garden. Hords of elves moved from there respective places, running towards the source. What they found was a groggy elf with bright red hair, wine pouring from his strands. He had managed to free his hands, but man, was he peeved.
"What happened here?" Elrohir asked, Aragorn hugging his leg.
"That thing!" Asher pointed at Aragorn. "He did this to me."
"Estel, but he would never do anything like that." Elrohir stuttered.
"Yeah I would, he called me a little girl!"
Elrohir slapped his forhead. "Asher, please let's not tell Lord Elrond of this. I fear this was also our fault too for teasing young Estel."
"You owe me." Asher growls pushing his way past elves.
Elladan and Elrond was the last to arrive. Staring oddly at the elf covered in wine. Elrond looked confused, not understanding what might possibly happen. But one look at his twin, Elladan understood full well what happened.
"Estel." Elladan whispers.