Lost
disclaimer: I don't own any of this, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm not making any money from it.
A/N: Wow, sorry this took so long. My muse has kind of abandoned me for this fic, so this is the last chappie. But fear not, oh faithful fans, I will be starting a new fic soon, and I'm REALLY excited about it. It involves Maglor, and the Silmaril and...OH! You'll just have to read it, heh heh. And FF.net deleted the translation for the elvish in the last chappie, so here is the translation now, and I'm really sorry about that! "Ion nin, Im boe o ped- na Posie. Erui. Caro le henio?" = "My son, I need to speak with Posie. Alone. Do you understand?" "O-yr, Ada." = "Of course, dad" *mutters* stupid ff.net.....grrrrrrr..... Well, here goes, thanks as always to my faithful readers, you guys have been awesome. Particularly Cathy, Sparx, Abby, Trin, Pennsuleien and Sake Girl Duelist. I could always count on you for reviews, or at least an encouraging word. Thanks for keeping me going! BIG HUGS FOR YOU ALL!!!!!
Special thanks to Bill the Pony for beta'ing for me, in Trin's absence.
Ok, enough mush, on with the fic!
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After much arguing, it was decided that Aragorn and Legolas would return Posie to her home, due to the fact that Aragorn knew the Shire better than any of them. It was deemed best that Elladan stay with his brother.
So the next couple days we spent preparing. Posie spent much of the time with Elrohir, mostly because the others were so busy packing and checking the packing they couldn't devote as much time to her as she wanted. She plied him with endless questions, which he answered with the patience of an Ent. Elrond noted his son's endless patience with the child, and couldn't help but imagine him with children of his own. What a wonderful father Elrohir would make.
The afternoon before they left, Elrond poked his head in to check on Elrohir, who was still bed-ridden, despite his strenous objections, and grinned at the sight that greeted him.
Elrohir was propped up on a stack of pillows, a large bandage still wrapped around his head, his bad leg still splinted. His arm had healed almost completely, though, and he was sketching away madly with a bit of charcoal.
In the chair across from him Aragorn had dozed off, his bare feet propped on Elrohir's bed. Posie was curled up in the crook of his elbow, her golden head resting on the Ranger's chest. They looked adorable, dark lashes resting against their cheeks, and Elrohir seemed determined to capture the moment on paper.
Elrond leaned in the doorway and simply watched the scene for a while, before slipping off quietly.
~*~
The day of Posie's departure arrived, and she bid farewell to the Elves giving Elladan and Elrohir kisses and hugging Elrond as tightly as her little arms could manage.
Thankfully, Aeariel, a messenger for Elrond who frequently passed through the Shire, delivering messages to some of the outlying elven villages, and occasionally to an old hobbit friend of Elronds, recognized Posie.
She gave Aragorn and Legolas very good directions towards Posie's village before heading off for some much deserved rest.
With the promise to return in a fortnight, Aragorn and Legolas rode off, the early morning sun glinting off the metal buckles on their clothes.
~*~
Prisca Goodbody was worried.
Her husband, Minta had left nearly a month ago, and she had been expecting him for a week now.
She rose, stretching her aching back. Their second child was due any day now, and she wished Minta would return, so he could help her with the heavy chores. Not to mention, he had taken their daughter, Posie, and Prisca was really beginning to miss the child.
She walked to the doorway, and took a breath of fresh air.
When she heard the sound of hoofbeats on the path outside her gate, she waddled to the end of the garden path, hoping against hope it was her beloved husband.
It was, of course, not him.
Two big people rode up the path, their heads hooded, and one appeared to be riding without reins or saddle.
Prisca was shocked when they stopped outside her gate. "Excuse me, do you know of the Goodbody family?"
She stared at the hooded figure in silent shock, her mouth hanging wide open.
When she realized she was gawking, she closed her jaws with an audible snap.
"Goodbody? Aye, that's my family. What can I do for you?" She asked, collecting her thoughts with admirable speed.
"Ah, wonderful." Aragorn pushed back his hood, and dismounted with admirable grace.
Smiling kindly, he took something from his companions hands, and stepped towards her gate. Prisca had to resist the urge to step backwards, for she had never met a big person this close before.
Aragorn knelt down, and set a familiar looking figure in front of her. "Does this belong to you?"
"Posie!" With a stunned cry, Prisca knelt down awkwardly, and gathered her first-born up to her bosom.
"Mama?" Posie had been napping comfortably in Legolas' arms for a couple hours now, she was startled to wake up the familiar arms of her mother. The pair clung together for what seemed like ages, while Aragorn stepped back politely, not wanting to interrupt the little reunion.
After a few moments, Prisca collected her thoughts for the second time since seeing the two strangers, and looked up at them, confusion showing in her warm brown eyes. "Where is my husband?"
What followed was a rather lengthy explanation, and many reassurances that Minta had died peacefully, unafraid and was laid to rest in the forest.
Aragorn placed a small sack of gold in her hands. "This is from Lord Elrond, for Posie was a joy to have around Rivendell, and she helped to save his son, Elrohir. For these things, you have Lord Elrond's eternal gratitude. Because your husband has died, Elrond is offering to provide for you and your children, twice a year, a messenger will come by here, and see if you have any needs he can fill, for the rest of your days, Madam Goodbody."
Prisca was in shock, her husband gone, but she was now rich beyond her wildest dreams. She had loved Minta very much, but hobbits are a pragmatic sort, and she recognized this windfall for what it was. "I thank you very much, mr...?"
"Call me Strider, this is Legolas. I will be checking in from time to time as well. Farewell, Posie, I'll see you next time I'm in the area."
Posie raised one tiny hand in farewell, and smiled her angelic smile. "Bye bye 'Gorn, Lego!"
Aragorn and Legolas bid the little family farewell, and headed back down the road to Rivendell.
~*~
A few days later, Prisca gave birth to a son, and called him Lotho.
Prisca, Lotho and Posie all lived long and prosperous lives, and died contented old hobbits with many many grandchildren around them.
~*~
Alright, that's it! What did you think? Sorry the end is such a cop-out.
More A/N:
NaughtyNat: Sorry about the elvish...*mutters stupid ff.net* Thanks for the reviews, keep your eyes open for the next fic, coming soon!
Pennsuleien: Ok, sorry I didn't get to any Legolas torture in this fic. The plot bunnies abandoned me, and sent me new bunnies for a different idea instead. But the new one is going to be REALLY good. I'm excited, lol. Don't worry, PLENTY of elf torture is planned in the next fic. Thanks for all the lovely lovely reviews!
Helen T: I hope this answered all your questions. Thanks for the reviews!
Sparx: I can't imagine WHERE you would get such a feeling. You're paranoid, lol. Thanks for reviewing sweetie!
Mav: Ok. Sorry I took so long to update, I'll try to be more punctual with my next fic, my heart wasn't really in this one for some reason. Go figure. Thanks for reviewing though!
Hex: Nope, no elf abuse, but a nice, semi-happy ending. Hope you enjoyed!
Supergurl15: Thanks for the review! I love hobbit children too, they're adorable!!! I really want to see what an elfling looks like too, and a dwarf child! I wonder if they have beards.... Anyways, thanks for the review!
Ok, thats' the end of this fic! *whew* Thanks for reading folks!
XOXO
Cor
disclaimer: I don't own any of this, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm not making any money from it.
A/N: Wow, sorry this took so long. My muse has kind of abandoned me for this fic, so this is the last chappie. But fear not, oh faithful fans, I will be starting a new fic soon, and I'm REALLY excited about it. It involves Maglor, and the Silmaril and...OH! You'll just have to read it, heh heh. And FF.net deleted the translation for the elvish in the last chappie, so here is the translation now, and I'm really sorry about that! "Ion nin, Im boe o ped- na Posie. Erui. Caro le henio?" = "My son, I need to speak with Posie. Alone. Do you understand?" "O-yr, Ada." = "Of course, dad" *mutters* stupid ff.net.....grrrrrrr..... Well, here goes, thanks as always to my faithful readers, you guys have been awesome. Particularly Cathy, Sparx, Abby, Trin, Pennsuleien and Sake Girl Duelist. I could always count on you for reviews, or at least an encouraging word. Thanks for keeping me going! BIG HUGS FOR YOU ALL!!!!!
Special thanks to Bill the Pony for beta'ing for me, in Trin's absence.
Ok, enough mush, on with the fic!
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
After much arguing, it was decided that Aragorn and Legolas would return Posie to her home, due to the fact that Aragorn knew the Shire better than any of them. It was deemed best that Elladan stay with his brother.
So the next couple days we spent preparing. Posie spent much of the time with Elrohir, mostly because the others were so busy packing and checking the packing they couldn't devote as much time to her as she wanted. She plied him with endless questions, which he answered with the patience of an Ent. Elrond noted his son's endless patience with the child, and couldn't help but imagine him with children of his own. What a wonderful father Elrohir would make.
The afternoon before they left, Elrond poked his head in to check on Elrohir, who was still bed-ridden, despite his strenous objections, and grinned at the sight that greeted him.
Elrohir was propped up on a stack of pillows, a large bandage still wrapped around his head, his bad leg still splinted. His arm had healed almost completely, though, and he was sketching away madly with a bit of charcoal.
In the chair across from him Aragorn had dozed off, his bare feet propped on Elrohir's bed. Posie was curled up in the crook of his elbow, her golden head resting on the Ranger's chest. They looked adorable, dark lashes resting against their cheeks, and Elrohir seemed determined to capture the moment on paper.
Elrond leaned in the doorway and simply watched the scene for a while, before slipping off quietly.
~*~
The day of Posie's departure arrived, and she bid farewell to the Elves giving Elladan and Elrohir kisses and hugging Elrond as tightly as her little arms could manage.
Thankfully, Aeariel, a messenger for Elrond who frequently passed through the Shire, delivering messages to some of the outlying elven villages, and occasionally to an old hobbit friend of Elronds, recognized Posie.
She gave Aragorn and Legolas very good directions towards Posie's village before heading off for some much deserved rest.
With the promise to return in a fortnight, Aragorn and Legolas rode off, the early morning sun glinting off the metal buckles on their clothes.
~*~
Prisca Goodbody was worried.
Her husband, Minta had left nearly a month ago, and she had been expecting him for a week now.
She rose, stretching her aching back. Their second child was due any day now, and she wished Minta would return, so he could help her with the heavy chores. Not to mention, he had taken their daughter, Posie, and Prisca was really beginning to miss the child.
She walked to the doorway, and took a breath of fresh air.
When she heard the sound of hoofbeats on the path outside her gate, she waddled to the end of the garden path, hoping against hope it was her beloved husband.
It was, of course, not him.
Two big people rode up the path, their heads hooded, and one appeared to be riding without reins or saddle.
Prisca was shocked when they stopped outside her gate. "Excuse me, do you know of the Goodbody family?"
She stared at the hooded figure in silent shock, her mouth hanging wide open.
When she realized she was gawking, she closed her jaws with an audible snap.
"Goodbody? Aye, that's my family. What can I do for you?" She asked, collecting her thoughts with admirable speed.
"Ah, wonderful." Aragorn pushed back his hood, and dismounted with admirable grace.
Smiling kindly, he took something from his companions hands, and stepped towards her gate. Prisca had to resist the urge to step backwards, for she had never met a big person this close before.
Aragorn knelt down, and set a familiar looking figure in front of her. "Does this belong to you?"
"Posie!" With a stunned cry, Prisca knelt down awkwardly, and gathered her first-born up to her bosom.
"Mama?" Posie had been napping comfortably in Legolas' arms for a couple hours now, she was startled to wake up the familiar arms of her mother. The pair clung together for what seemed like ages, while Aragorn stepped back politely, not wanting to interrupt the little reunion.
After a few moments, Prisca collected her thoughts for the second time since seeing the two strangers, and looked up at them, confusion showing in her warm brown eyes. "Where is my husband?"
What followed was a rather lengthy explanation, and many reassurances that Minta had died peacefully, unafraid and was laid to rest in the forest.
Aragorn placed a small sack of gold in her hands. "This is from Lord Elrond, for Posie was a joy to have around Rivendell, and she helped to save his son, Elrohir. For these things, you have Lord Elrond's eternal gratitude. Because your husband has died, Elrond is offering to provide for you and your children, twice a year, a messenger will come by here, and see if you have any needs he can fill, for the rest of your days, Madam Goodbody."
Prisca was in shock, her husband gone, but she was now rich beyond her wildest dreams. She had loved Minta very much, but hobbits are a pragmatic sort, and she recognized this windfall for what it was. "I thank you very much, mr...?"
"Call me Strider, this is Legolas. I will be checking in from time to time as well. Farewell, Posie, I'll see you next time I'm in the area."
Posie raised one tiny hand in farewell, and smiled her angelic smile. "Bye bye 'Gorn, Lego!"
Aragorn and Legolas bid the little family farewell, and headed back down the road to Rivendell.
~*~
A few days later, Prisca gave birth to a son, and called him Lotho.
Prisca, Lotho and Posie all lived long and prosperous lives, and died contented old hobbits with many many grandchildren around them.
~*~
Alright, that's it! What did you think? Sorry the end is such a cop-out.
More A/N:
NaughtyNat: Sorry about the elvish...*mutters stupid ff.net* Thanks for the reviews, keep your eyes open for the next fic, coming soon!
Pennsuleien: Ok, sorry I didn't get to any Legolas torture in this fic. The plot bunnies abandoned me, and sent me new bunnies for a different idea instead. But the new one is going to be REALLY good. I'm excited, lol. Don't worry, PLENTY of elf torture is planned in the next fic. Thanks for all the lovely lovely reviews!
Helen T: I hope this answered all your questions. Thanks for the reviews!
Sparx: I can't imagine WHERE you would get such a feeling. You're paranoid, lol. Thanks for reviewing sweetie!
Mav: Ok. Sorry I took so long to update, I'll try to be more punctual with my next fic, my heart wasn't really in this one for some reason. Go figure. Thanks for reviewing though!
Hex: Nope, no elf abuse, but a nice, semi-happy ending. Hope you enjoyed!
Supergurl15: Thanks for the review! I love hobbit children too, they're adorable!!! I really want to see what an elfling looks like too, and a dwarf child! I wonder if they have beards.... Anyways, thanks for the review!
Ok, thats' the end of this fic! *whew* Thanks for reading folks!
XOXO
Cor