Lost
disclaimer: All recognizable characters and settings are from Tolkien's toybox, but don't worry, I'll play nicely, and return them when I'm done.
A/N: Ok, well, first of all, thanks to Cathy for helping me find a word I couldn't think of (it's boisterous btw). We're picking right up where we left off :) Sorry it took so long for me to get this out, the weather here has been positively hellish, and I haven't been able to have my computer on much, for fear of it being struck by lightening and burned out :( Special thanks to Cat, who beta'd for me on the fly this time, as Trin was busy. *Huggles cat all to bits* THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
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Legolas was just laying Elladan on his bed, when he heard Posie's shout all the way down the hall. He grinned, and yanked the boots off the exhausted twin, before tucking the blankets about his shoulders, and slipping out of the room.
Elladan, for his part, didn't move, already lost in dreamland.
Legolas headed back down towards Elrohir's room, intending to gather up the rather boisterous hobbit, and leave Lord Elrond in peace. He met up with a much dryer Aragorn on the way there.
"Was that Posie I just heard yelling?" Aragorn looked perplexed as he tried to hide a cough behind his hand.
Legolas ignored the cough, and nodded. "Yes, I believe so. She makes quite a lot of noise for such a tiny creature."
"Indeed," Aragorn couldn't help but chuckle as they reached Elrohir's door. He pulled the door open, and stepped aside to let Legolas in.
He was, naturally, rather annoyed when his friend simply froze in the doorway.
"Legolas! You cannot stand there! Move, so I can get in the...." His voice trailed off as the elf stepped aside.
Elrond was just finishing propping Elrohir up on with some pillows, while Posie was sitting at the foot of the bed, chattering away happily. The biggest shocker, though, was that Elrohir was carrying on a conversation with the tiny hobbit.
It wasn't the most animated conversation, and his smoky grey eyes were tired, but he was definitely awake, and lucid.
Aragorn couldn't contain himself. "Elrohir!" He cried out, as he moved to fling his arms around his bed-ridden brother.
Elrond stopped him, "You must be gentle, Aragorn. Elrohir is far from fully recovered."
"Yeah, and his head hurts, so we have to be quiet!" Posie put one chubby finger to her lips, and whispered, in an effort to show Aragorn how quiet he should be.
Aragorn smiled at her, "Alright, I'll be quiet."
Elrohir smiled at his younger brother, and reached for him. "How is your leg?"
"It's fine, thank you." Aragorn hid his slight limp as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his brother. "Thank the Valar you are alright. I was so terrified for you."
Legolas patted Elrohir on the knee, before scooping up Posie, and exiting the room quietly, leaving the family to fuss over one another.
~*~
The next couple days passed quickly, Elrond sent a messenger to his daughter, informing her of Elrohir's recovery, and Arwen sent a message back, expressing her relief and gratitude, but that she would be continuing to Lorien.
Aragorns slight cough blossomed into a full fledged cold, and he was forced to spend two days in bed as well, much to his chagrin.
Elrond, however, took pity on his sons, and allowed Aragorn to reside in Elrohir's room, while they both convalesced.
Legolas and Elladan spent as much time with the pair as possible, but whenever Elrond chased them off, they would spend hours playing happily with Posie.
The hobbit, for her part, seemed to love being among the elves, and they adored her as well. Children are rare amongst elvenkind, and are cherished as a result. With her chubby cheeks, silky curls, and winning smile, there wasn't an elf in Imladris who stood a chance against Posie's charms.
The one shadow that hung over Rivendell, sneaking in at unexpected moments, to catch Elladan and Legolas off-guard, was Posie's father. They still hadn't been able to tell her, indeed, they didn't know how.
It was one thing when a rabbit died, but another thing entirely when it was the father of a small child.
Finally, Legolas turned to Elrond for advice.
The Elf Lord was rather frazzled from convincing Elrohir and Aragorn to stay in bed. Indeed, as the days passed, it was getting more and more difficult to keep them down, now that they were both on the mend.
And so, he welcomed a chance to have a conversation that didn't involve the words "Stay in bed!" or "Stop throwing things at your brother, he's been ill/injured!".
But when he learned of Legolas' predicament, he had to resist the urge to whack the Prince over the head.
Taking a deep breath, while rubbing his forehead with two fingers, he spoke slowly. "So, you have not told the child her father is dead yet? And he has been dead for how long now?"
Legolas paused, and began to count in his head. "Almost...two weeks now..." He trailed off, a guilty expression on his face.
Elrond took another deep breath, and contemplated the situation. "The hobbit has taken quite a liking to you, 'Lego'."
Legolas resisted making a face at Posie's pet name for him, Elrond continued, pretending not to notice Legolas' obvious displeasure at the moniker. "I believe it should be you who tells her."
"No, Lord Elrond, please don't make me! I...I don't think I can! It will break her little heart!" Legolas had grown quite attached to Posie, despite her abuse of his name. Elrond nodded, he had been expecting this response.
"It's alright, Legolas. I will tell her. It is very difficult to tell a child that they have lost a parent. Unfortunately, I'm quite experienced at it."
Elrond rose and left the room, placing a comforting hand on Legolas' shoulder as he walked out. "Don't worry, mellon nin, she will be alright."
~*~
Elrond found Posie playing outside with Elladan under a flowering tree.
One of the many craftsmen that dwelled in Imladris had made her a set of dolls, complete with real hair, and delicately carved faces.
Posie had Elladan brushing out their hair, and carefully dressing them for her.
"No no, El'! THAT dress goes on Akanshya!"
Elladan paused in his efforts to dress one of the dolls, "Which one is Akanshya?"
She pointed to a doll sporting an unusual haircut, 'Posie must have found the scissors,' Elladan thought absently as he began to dress the doll carefully.
"Having fun?" The unexpected voice caused Elladan to practically jump out of his skin, as he quickly tossed Akanshya aside.
Elrond suppressed a chuckle as a bright red blush crept up his son's face, right to the tips of his delicately pointed ears. "Ion nin, Im boe o ped- na Posie. Erui. Caro le henio?"
"O-yr, Ada."
Elladan rose gracefully, and smiled at Posie, before heading off to the house, most likely to torment his brothers.
Elrond sank down at the foot of the tree, taking in the sweet scent of apple blossoms, before reaching for Posie.
The hobbit climbed into his arms cheerfully, and nestled her little body against his.
"Posie, I need to tell you something. It might be kind of hard for you to understand, but it's important, so you must pay close attention."
She looked up at him, confusion in her wide green eyes. "What's wrong, 'Rond?"
Elrond smiled, and looked up at the darkening sky. The stars were just beginning to come out, and he pointed out Earendil to her. "That is where my father dwells, Posie. He left Arda long long ago, but he watches over me, and everyone else from that star up there."
Posie smiled, reaching her tiny hands up, as though to catch the star in her hand like a firefly. "How did he get up there?"
Elrond smiled, "That is a story for another time, little one. Today, I want to talk about your father."
"Is he coming to take me home soon?" She asked. "I don't think he know's how to get here 'Rond."
"He can't come get you, sweetling. Your papa died."
"Like the bunny?" Her eyes swam with tears.
"Yes Posie, like the bunny. He's gone to be with Illuvitar."
"Can you tell Illuvitar I need my papa more than He does?"
Elrond chuckled, "No I cannot, that's for Illuvitar to decide, not you or me. But if you look up at the sky, and squint real hard, I'll bet you can see your Papa looking down at you from one of those stars up there."
"Really?" Her voice quavered.
"Try it."
She turned her face up toward the heavens, and scrunched up her tiny button nose. "I see him, 'Rond! He's waving at me!" She leapt out of Elrond's arms, and waved frantically at the sky. "Papa!! Papa, come back down here! Mama and I need you!"
Elrond reached down, and gathered her back up. "Your papa will always watch you from the sky, and if you should ever need him, all you have to do is look up, and he's there!"
"But I want him here!" She buried her face in the Elf Lords tunic, sobbing openly now.
"I know, child, I know."
Elrond carried her inside, and tucked her into bed. He stayed with her, until her sobs subsided, and she drifted off to sleep.
Then he rose, and joined Legolas and his sons, in Elrohir's room.
Aragorn had been allowed out of bed all day, and was growing quite tired. He was stretched out at the foot of his brother's big elven bed, Elladan was draped over an armchair, and Legolas perched on the windowsill, staring out absently.
Three dark heads turned, when Elrond entered the room. Legolas did not move from his perch, but Elrond knew that the Sindar elf had heard him enter.
"Two of you will need to take Posie home. Elrohir is not going, for obvious reasons. Which of you will be going?"
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Ok, that's all for today guys and gals!! You know the drill, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! lol
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More A/N:
Silver: Lol, are you happy?
Trin: Look who's talking! At least when *I* kill them both at the same time, so they don't have to be separated! sheesh! And I think I might be related to your cousin as well...
Sparx: Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it! Tell me what you thought of this one!
Pennsuleien: LOL! I'm sure Legolas appreciates the sentiment! Of course, he'd probably prefer I torture him than his friends.... maybe I should give him what he wants?
Diadora: Too good? *blushes* thanks, but I think you're exagerating. Thanks for the compliments though!
Naughtynat: Thanks! Sorry it took so long!
Sake Girl: It looks like he will be, and I don't think Posie will need a megaphone though, lol! She'd deafen all of Middle Earth!
Hex: Beat up the Leggy? Why does everyone like that so much?! Poor Leggy! *sigh* Well, I can't deny my fans anything.... keep reading *wink wink*
Finiswen: I hurried as fast as I could, what do you think?
Ok, that's all for today folks, have a wonderful week, be safe, buckle up.... and...oh yeah, REVIEW!!!!
XOXO
Cor
disclaimer: All recognizable characters and settings are from Tolkien's toybox, but don't worry, I'll play nicely, and return them when I'm done.
A/N: Ok, well, first of all, thanks to Cathy for helping me find a word I couldn't think of (it's boisterous btw). We're picking right up where we left off :) Sorry it took so long for me to get this out, the weather here has been positively hellish, and I haven't been able to have my computer on much, for fear of it being struck by lightening and burned out :( Special thanks to Cat, who beta'd for me on the fly this time, as Trin was busy. *Huggles cat all to bits* THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
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Legolas was just laying Elladan on his bed, when he heard Posie's shout all the way down the hall. He grinned, and yanked the boots off the exhausted twin, before tucking the blankets about his shoulders, and slipping out of the room.
Elladan, for his part, didn't move, already lost in dreamland.
Legolas headed back down towards Elrohir's room, intending to gather up the rather boisterous hobbit, and leave Lord Elrond in peace. He met up with a much dryer Aragorn on the way there.
"Was that Posie I just heard yelling?" Aragorn looked perplexed as he tried to hide a cough behind his hand.
Legolas ignored the cough, and nodded. "Yes, I believe so. She makes quite a lot of noise for such a tiny creature."
"Indeed," Aragorn couldn't help but chuckle as they reached Elrohir's door. He pulled the door open, and stepped aside to let Legolas in.
He was, naturally, rather annoyed when his friend simply froze in the doorway.
"Legolas! You cannot stand there! Move, so I can get in the...." His voice trailed off as the elf stepped aside.
Elrond was just finishing propping Elrohir up on with some pillows, while Posie was sitting at the foot of the bed, chattering away happily. The biggest shocker, though, was that Elrohir was carrying on a conversation with the tiny hobbit.
It wasn't the most animated conversation, and his smoky grey eyes were tired, but he was definitely awake, and lucid.
Aragorn couldn't contain himself. "Elrohir!" He cried out, as he moved to fling his arms around his bed-ridden brother.
Elrond stopped him, "You must be gentle, Aragorn. Elrohir is far from fully recovered."
"Yeah, and his head hurts, so we have to be quiet!" Posie put one chubby finger to her lips, and whispered, in an effort to show Aragorn how quiet he should be.
Aragorn smiled at her, "Alright, I'll be quiet."
Elrohir smiled at his younger brother, and reached for him. "How is your leg?"
"It's fine, thank you." Aragorn hid his slight limp as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his brother. "Thank the Valar you are alright. I was so terrified for you."
Legolas patted Elrohir on the knee, before scooping up Posie, and exiting the room quietly, leaving the family to fuss over one another.
~*~
The next couple days passed quickly, Elrond sent a messenger to his daughter, informing her of Elrohir's recovery, and Arwen sent a message back, expressing her relief and gratitude, but that she would be continuing to Lorien.
Aragorns slight cough blossomed into a full fledged cold, and he was forced to spend two days in bed as well, much to his chagrin.
Elrond, however, took pity on his sons, and allowed Aragorn to reside in Elrohir's room, while they both convalesced.
Legolas and Elladan spent as much time with the pair as possible, but whenever Elrond chased them off, they would spend hours playing happily with Posie.
The hobbit, for her part, seemed to love being among the elves, and they adored her as well. Children are rare amongst elvenkind, and are cherished as a result. With her chubby cheeks, silky curls, and winning smile, there wasn't an elf in Imladris who stood a chance against Posie's charms.
The one shadow that hung over Rivendell, sneaking in at unexpected moments, to catch Elladan and Legolas off-guard, was Posie's father. They still hadn't been able to tell her, indeed, they didn't know how.
It was one thing when a rabbit died, but another thing entirely when it was the father of a small child.
Finally, Legolas turned to Elrond for advice.
The Elf Lord was rather frazzled from convincing Elrohir and Aragorn to stay in bed. Indeed, as the days passed, it was getting more and more difficult to keep them down, now that they were both on the mend.
And so, he welcomed a chance to have a conversation that didn't involve the words "Stay in bed!" or "Stop throwing things at your brother, he's been ill/injured!".
But when he learned of Legolas' predicament, he had to resist the urge to whack the Prince over the head.
Taking a deep breath, while rubbing his forehead with two fingers, he spoke slowly. "So, you have not told the child her father is dead yet? And he has been dead for how long now?"
Legolas paused, and began to count in his head. "Almost...two weeks now..." He trailed off, a guilty expression on his face.
Elrond took another deep breath, and contemplated the situation. "The hobbit has taken quite a liking to you, 'Lego'."
Legolas resisted making a face at Posie's pet name for him, Elrond continued, pretending not to notice Legolas' obvious displeasure at the moniker. "I believe it should be you who tells her."
"No, Lord Elrond, please don't make me! I...I don't think I can! It will break her little heart!" Legolas had grown quite attached to Posie, despite her abuse of his name. Elrond nodded, he had been expecting this response.
"It's alright, Legolas. I will tell her. It is very difficult to tell a child that they have lost a parent. Unfortunately, I'm quite experienced at it."
Elrond rose and left the room, placing a comforting hand on Legolas' shoulder as he walked out. "Don't worry, mellon nin, she will be alright."
~*~
Elrond found Posie playing outside with Elladan under a flowering tree.
One of the many craftsmen that dwelled in Imladris had made her a set of dolls, complete with real hair, and delicately carved faces.
Posie had Elladan brushing out their hair, and carefully dressing them for her.
"No no, El'! THAT dress goes on Akanshya!"
Elladan paused in his efforts to dress one of the dolls, "Which one is Akanshya?"
She pointed to a doll sporting an unusual haircut, 'Posie must have found the scissors,' Elladan thought absently as he began to dress the doll carefully.
"Having fun?" The unexpected voice caused Elladan to practically jump out of his skin, as he quickly tossed Akanshya aside.
Elrond suppressed a chuckle as a bright red blush crept up his son's face, right to the tips of his delicately pointed ears. "Ion nin, Im boe o ped- na Posie. Erui. Caro le henio?"
"O-yr, Ada."
Elladan rose gracefully, and smiled at Posie, before heading off to the house, most likely to torment his brothers.
Elrond sank down at the foot of the tree, taking in the sweet scent of apple blossoms, before reaching for Posie.
The hobbit climbed into his arms cheerfully, and nestled her little body against his.
"Posie, I need to tell you something. It might be kind of hard for you to understand, but it's important, so you must pay close attention."
She looked up at him, confusion in her wide green eyes. "What's wrong, 'Rond?"
Elrond smiled, and looked up at the darkening sky. The stars were just beginning to come out, and he pointed out Earendil to her. "That is where my father dwells, Posie. He left Arda long long ago, but he watches over me, and everyone else from that star up there."
Posie smiled, reaching her tiny hands up, as though to catch the star in her hand like a firefly. "How did he get up there?"
Elrond smiled, "That is a story for another time, little one. Today, I want to talk about your father."
"Is he coming to take me home soon?" She asked. "I don't think he know's how to get here 'Rond."
"He can't come get you, sweetling. Your papa died."
"Like the bunny?" Her eyes swam with tears.
"Yes Posie, like the bunny. He's gone to be with Illuvitar."
"Can you tell Illuvitar I need my papa more than He does?"
Elrond chuckled, "No I cannot, that's for Illuvitar to decide, not you or me. But if you look up at the sky, and squint real hard, I'll bet you can see your Papa looking down at you from one of those stars up there."
"Really?" Her voice quavered.
"Try it."
She turned her face up toward the heavens, and scrunched up her tiny button nose. "I see him, 'Rond! He's waving at me!" She leapt out of Elrond's arms, and waved frantically at the sky. "Papa!! Papa, come back down here! Mama and I need you!"
Elrond reached down, and gathered her back up. "Your papa will always watch you from the sky, and if you should ever need him, all you have to do is look up, and he's there!"
"But I want him here!" She buried her face in the Elf Lords tunic, sobbing openly now.
"I know, child, I know."
Elrond carried her inside, and tucked her into bed. He stayed with her, until her sobs subsided, and she drifted off to sleep.
Then he rose, and joined Legolas and his sons, in Elrohir's room.
Aragorn had been allowed out of bed all day, and was growing quite tired. He was stretched out at the foot of his brother's big elven bed, Elladan was draped over an armchair, and Legolas perched on the windowsill, staring out absently.
Three dark heads turned, when Elrond entered the room. Legolas did not move from his perch, but Elrond knew that the Sindar elf had heard him enter.
"Two of you will need to take Posie home. Elrohir is not going, for obvious reasons. Which of you will be going?"
~*~
Ok, that's all for today guys and gals!! You know the drill, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! lol
~*~
More A/N:
Silver: Lol, are you happy?
Trin: Look who's talking! At least when *I* kill them both at the same time, so they don't have to be separated! sheesh! And I think I might be related to your cousin as well...
Sparx: Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it! Tell me what you thought of this one!
Pennsuleien: LOL! I'm sure Legolas appreciates the sentiment! Of course, he'd probably prefer I torture him than his friends.... maybe I should give him what he wants?
Diadora: Too good? *blushes* thanks, but I think you're exagerating. Thanks for the compliments though!
Naughtynat: Thanks! Sorry it took so long!
Sake Girl: It looks like he will be, and I don't think Posie will need a megaphone though, lol! She'd deafen all of Middle Earth!
Hex: Beat up the Leggy? Why does everyone like that so much?! Poor Leggy! *sigh* Well, I can't deny my fans anything.... keep reading *wink wink*
Finiswen: I hurried as fast as I could, what do you think?
Ok, that's all for today folks, have a wonderful week, be safe, buckle up.... and...oh yeah, REVIEW!!!!
XOXO
Cor