Well here it 'tis! Ch 9!! Sorry, this was supposed to be out last night
but my internet went down, AGAIN! *screams in frustration* ug! *kicks
computer* so it's a tad late sorry!
Title: Hope and Despair
Rating: ummm about PG-13 for violence and angst.
Disclaimer: Do we really have to say this? Ok, these characters do not belong to us, we just borrow them to torture for pleasure, not money and them give them back in (basically) the same condition we got them! *G*
A/N: Well this a first. Rhonda's first fic and my first co-authored fic. Hope everyone enjoys, feedback is always welcome!
Please Note: Much like Cassia and Sio, we feel that when Tolkien said that Aragorn was "raised in the house of Lord Elrond" he meant that Estel grew up in Rivendell with Elrond as his father and the twins as his brothers. Also in this fic (again like Cassia and Sio) we feel that Aragorn's mother died along with Arathorn, and she has no place in this fic.
Ok enough with the head's up!! On with the fic!
Iawen Londea: lol!! Next chapter is here. Don't run out of words!!! You need them for the next chapter of your story *hint hint* lol! Thanks for reviewing!
HobbitsRFun: Thank you for the compliments, and yes I have to admit I even felt bad for the characters ah well, had to be done! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!
Aemilia Rose: Yes, that was one of the rougher chapters! Hope it didn't scare you away! This one should be a bit better for ya! Thanks for reviewing again!
Firniswin: lol!! I have had that very conversation with a certain ranger! Lol!! Thank you for reviewing! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Also welcome back! How was camp?
Ymmas Sirron: More is here!! Lol! Thanks for reviewing!
We broke 30 reviews!!!! *huggles all reviewers* THANK YOU!!!!!!!
Chapter 9
~*~*~*~*~
As dawn approached the sun's golden rays stretched across the beautiful forest surrounding Imaldris. They quickly worked their way into the very heart of the forest where the Noldor elves resided. Golden light bathed the graceful archways and towers of the Last Homely House. The light entered the room where Estel lay in bed in peaceful slumber. It was the golden rays that woke Estel from his herb and pain induced sleep.
For a moment he just lay there, content to bask in the morning sunshine. There were still enough herbs in his system to keep most of the pain at bay and he was able to enjoy the warm sunshine that had aroused him.
After a few minutes of enjoying the sunshine Estel pried his eyes open to peer around his room. What he saw brought a smile to his young face. Elrond was sitting next to him with his head resting beside Estel on the bed sleeping soundly. Elladan was in a high backed chair that Estel was sure did not belong in his room, his eyes were half lidded and glazed with sleep. Elrohir too appeared to be sound asleep sitting in an overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. Estel knew that if he so much as turned over though, all of them would awake instantly.
It was then that he noticed a fourth figure in the room who was not dosing, Glorfindel. Silver clashed with blue as Estel stared into the ancient elf's blue eyes. Estel continued to look into Glorfindel's eyes, he wasn't certain what he was searching for in those blue depths, he only knew that finding it was important. It was then that Estel noticed the compassion, caring, and gentleness that shone out of Glorfindel's eyes. Once he locked onto these emotions Estel visibly relaxed.
This did not escape Glorfindel, and it saddened him greatly that Estel had lost some of his innocent trust in this ordeal. "Maer aur, neth pen." Glorfindel said quietly.(good morning, young one.)
"Morning" Estel managed, though his throat was dry and scratchy. Glorfindel quickly identified the problem and poured Estel a glass of water and handed it to the boy cautioning him to drink it very slowly so it would not make him sick.
As Estel reached for the water, his movement awoke Elrond. The elf lord's eyes came into focus and he quickly jumped up.
Estel blinked up at his foster father, startled at his quick movements. He then took a sip of water and managed a tentative "Good morning ada." His memory was still fuzzy but he seemed to remember that Elrond had been yelling at someone the night before and he had been very upset, so he was unsure of his mood this morning.
However Estel's fears were swept away when he looked into his father's eyes. Elrond gazed softly at his youngest son. He looked on him with pure love, and caring.
"Good morning ion nin, how are you feeling this morning?" Elrond greeted his son, while silently thanking Iluvatar for sparing his youngest son.
"I am fine ada, do not worry for me." Estel answered, trying, rather unsuccessfully, to keep his voice from wavering with exhaustion. The truth was that he ached, everywhere. But especially in his head and chest, oh valar yes, his chest hurt.
"Such brave words from one so young" Glorfindel spoke up.
"Yes" Elrond agreed, "but you can not fool me my son, now tell me what hurts?" Elrond commanded gently.
"Well my head aches a little, and my chest and ribs are sore I suppose" Estel finally admitted quietly looking at his hands.
The talking had finally wormed it's way into Elladan and Elrohir's brains and they left the world of elvish dreams and listened to their father and little brother converse about his injuries. Elrond was explaining what happened the previous night to Estel at his request, and the twins listened to the account, that was greatly glossed over from what actually happened.
Then they both got up and wandered over to their brother's bedside. "You scared us tithen gwador, don't do it again okay?" Elrohir asked lightheartedly. "Yes you really must not do that again, where would we find a replacement brother at this time of year?" Elladan added playfully.
Estel offered a weak smile to his brothers for their efforts to lighten the mood and cheer him up. "Thanks, love you guys too" he muttered sarcastically.
Elrond smiled at the young ones' antics and left the bedside to mix up a tea that would put Estel into a healing sleep. Glorfindel followed him with intentions of speaking with his lord about what had transpired between he and Estel that morning before Elrond awoke.
"Brannon nin?" Glorfindel questioned Elrond.
"Yes mellon nin?" Elrond asked as he set water to boiling and began gathering up the herbs that he would need to make the tea.
"I am worried about Estel." Glorfindel finally admitted.
"I am touched by your concern mellon nin, but Estel is now on the mend, he will heal in time." Elrond answered confidently.
"It is not his physical wounds that concern me brannon nin" Glrofindel confided "It is the psychological one's that worry me." He then proceeded to tell Lord Elrond all about what had transpired that morning and what he had read in the little one's eyes.
Meanwhile the twins were still chatting adamantly with Estel. They were trying to make him laugh and were succeeding easily.
They were currently in an argument about who had gotten the most injuries in the past, it was really quite amusing, not only to hear the argument, but to think of how much trouble the pair had gotten into over the millennia. It was truly amazing that they had both lived this long.
"Nay brother! I would never have fired that arrow if you had not stumbled over that pack." Elrohir defended himself.
"Yes, but I never would have tripped over the pack if you had not set it there and then begun yelling about warg and orc attacks!" Elladan countered.
"Yes, but.." Elrohir was at a loss, he didn't really know what to say to that, it was true that he had been trying to scare his brother with the threat of an orc attack but he never imagined that Elladan would rush over trip over his own pack and smack into Elrohir and make him fire the arrow he had notched. Then there was the small fact that the arrow just happened to bounce off of the rock face the twins had camped next to and came back and hit Elladan in the leg.
Poor Elladan had to spend the next 2 weeks in bed unable to put pressure on his leg.
Estel was now chuckling quietly at the twins' stories of their misadventures. Those two sure could get into trouble. Estel figured they were telling him this not only to make him laugh but to remind him that he was not the only one under this fair roof who got into strange and dangerous predicaments.
Glorfindel, who had been listening after talking with Lord Elrond about Estel decided to join the foray. "Just how old are you two?" he asked. "Honestly, you would think to young lords such as yourself would behave better." he lectured.
The twins looked at each other for a moment, and then turned simultaneously towards Glorfindel, who had turned his back to the twins and was once again speaking with Lord Elrond. Had he been looking at the twins he probably would have been running for cover while thinking up a nice long lecture for both Elrond and the twins, but he did not even see it coming.
*WACK*
*WACK*
Two throw pillows hit him square in the back of his head. The attack was so unexpected that it sent him forward off balance. He crashed into Lord Elrond and the herb table knocking Elrond down with him and spilling the contents of the table all over the floor.
Elladan looked on in horror as Elrond picked himself off the floor and graced them with the look. Elrohir looked startled for a moment, then the dam burst and he fell to the floor clutching his stomach in laughter.
Estel too collapsed with laughter. He had never seen a funnier sight. Glorfindel lying on the floor surrounded by healing herbs with tea, water, and spare herbs all over him, Elrond who was also covered in tea and herbs glowering at the twins, Elladan's look of horror that barely concealed his mirth, and Elrohir having fits on the floor.
Estel's laughter soon turned to moans of pain as he clutched his chest trying to ease the deep ache that accompanied his laughter. Elrond quickly poured what he had managed to save of Estel's tea into a mug and hurried over to his son's bed, the twins momentarily forgotten in his concern for Estel.
"You should not shake like that Estel, it could aggravate your wounds." Elrond advised. "Now drink you tea, it will make you feel better." he finished softly.
Meanwhile Glorfindel and the twins were glaring daggers at each other.
"Yes ada" Estel said compliantly, for once, he really was feeling sick, and he was much too tired to argue.
"Rest ion nin I will be here when you awake, you are not alone." Elrond whispered soothingly to the tired boy.
The boy's eyes slid closed and he was lulled to sleep by the combination of the drugged tea and his father's warm presence.
His last thoughts were to wonder if the twins and Glorfindel would kill each other before he awoke. Then he drifted off into the peaceful arms of unconsciousness.
Elrond watched his youngest drift to sleep, and then bent down to kiss his forehead affectionately. He then turned his attention to the twins who were disappearing out the door with Glorfindel hot in pursuit.
Elrond laughed quietly to himself as he heard the twins explanation for having thrown the pillows. "But they are throw pillows Glorfindel, it is their purpose!" Elrohir protested as he ran for dear life.
Their lighthearted laughter lifted the elf lord's heart and brought a smile to his face, yes, now things could go back to normal in Imaldris.
Elrond had no idea how wrong he was, but his premonitions were silent and he simply enjoyed the fact that his youngest son was safe and listened to Glorfindel's death threats to the rest of his family, yes everything seemed so normal.
TBC......
Brannon nin- My lord
Mellon nin- My friend
Ada- Father or Daddy
ion nin- my son
Tithen gwador- little brother
See look no cliffie!! We can be nice!!!! Nice ending!!!
Well Namaarie everyone!
Title: Hope and Despair
Rating: ummm about PG-13 for violence and angst.
Disclaimer: Do we really have to say this? Ok, these characters do not belong to us, we just borrow them to torture for pleasure, not money and them give them back in (basically) the same condition we got them! *G*
A/N: Well this a first. Rhonda's first fic and my first co-authored fic. Hope everyone enjoys, feedback is always welcome!
Please Note: Much like Cassia and Sio, we feel that when Tolkien said that Aragorn was "raised in the house of Lord Elrond" he meant that Estel grew up in Rivendell with Elrond as his father and the twins as his brothers. Also in this fic (again like Cassia and Sio) we feel that Aragorn's mother died along with Arathorn, and she has no place in this fic.
Ok enough with the head's up!! On with the fic!
Iawen Londea: lol!! Next chapter is here. Don't run out of words!!! You need them for the next chapter of your story *hint hint* lol! Thanks for reviewing!
HobbitsRFun: Thank you for the compliments, and yes I have to admit I even felt bad for the characters ah well, had to be done! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!
Aemilia Rose: Yes, that was one of the rougher chapters! Hope it didn't scare you away! This one should be a bit better for ya! Thanks for reviewing again!
Firniswin: lol!! I have had that very conversation with a certain ranger! Lol!! Thank you for reviewing! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Also welcome back! How was camp?
Ymmas Sirron: More is here!! Lol! Thanks for reviewing!
We broke 30 reviews!!!! *huggles all reviewers* THANK YOU!!!!!!!
Chapter 9
~*~*~*~*~
As dawn approached the sun's golden rays stretched across the beautiful forest surrounding Imaldris. They quickly worked their way into the very heart of the forest where the Noldor elves resided. Golden light bathed the graceful archways and towers of the Last Homely House. The light entered the room where Estel lay in bed in peaceful slumber. It was the golden rays that woke Estel from his herb and pain induced sleep.
For a moment he just lay there, content to bask in the morning sunshine. There were still enough herbs in his system to keep most of the pain at bay and he was able to enjoy the warm sunshine that had aroused him.
After a few minutes of enjoying the sunshine Estel pried his eyes open to peer around his room. What he saw brought a smile to his young face. Elrond was sitting next to him with his head resting beside Estel on the bed sleeping soundly. Elladan was in a high backed chair that Estel was sure did not belong in his room, his eyes were half lidded and glazed with sleep. Elrohir too appeared to be sound asleep sitting in an overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. Estel knew that if he so much as turned over though, all of them would awake instantly.
It was then that he noticed a fourth figure in the room who was not dosing, Glorfindel. Silver clashed with blue as Estel stared into the ancient elf's blue eyes. Estel continued to look into Glorfindel's eyes, he wasn't certain what he was searching for in those blue depths, he only knew that finding it was important. It was then that Estel noticed the compassion, caring, and gentleness that shone out of Glorfindel's eyes. Once he locked onto these emotions Estel visibly relaxed.
This did not escape Glorfindel, and it saddened him greatly that Estel had lost some of his innocent trust in this ordeal. "Maer aur, neth pen." Glorfindel said quietly.(good morning, young one.)
"Morning" Estel managed, though his throat was dry and scratchy. Glorfindel quickly identified the problem and poured Estel a glass of water and handed it to the boy cautioning him to drink it very slowly so it would not make him sick.
As Estel reached for the water, his movement awoke Elrond. The elf lord's eyes came into focus and he quickly jumped up.
Estel blinked up at his foster father, startled at his quick movements. He then took a sip of water and managed a tentative "Good morning ada." His memory was still fuzzy but he seemed to remember that Elrond had been yelling at someone the night before and he had been very upset, so he was unsure of his mood this morning.
However Estel's fears were swept away when he looked into his father's eyes. Elrond gazed softly at his youngest son. He looked on him with pure love, and caring.
"Good morning ion nin, how are you feeling this morning?" Elrond greeted his son, while silently thanking Iluvatar for sparing his youngest son.
"I am fine ada, do not worry for me." Estel answered, trying, rather unsuccessfully, to keep his voice from wavering with exhaustion. The truth was that he ached, everywhere. But especially in his head and chest, oh valar yes, his chest hurt.
"Such brave words from one so young" Glorfindel spoke up.
"Yes" Elrond agreed, "but you can not fool me my son, now tell me what hurts?" Elrond commanded gently.
"Well my head aches a little, and my chest and ribs are sore I suppose" Estel finally admitted quietly looking at his hands.
The talking had finally wormed it's way into Elladan and Elrohir's brains and they left the world of elvish dreams and listened to their father and little brother converse about his injuries. Elrond was explaining what happened the previous night to Estel at his request, and the twins listened to the account, that was greatly glossed over from what actually happened.
Then they both got up and wandered over to their brother's bedside. "You scared us tithen gwador, don't do it again okay?" Elrohir asked lightheartedly. "Yes you really must not do that again, where would we find a replacement brother at this time of year?" Elladan added playfully.
Estel offered a weak smile to his brothers for their efforts to lighten the mood and cheer him up. "Thanks, love you guys too" he muttered sarcastically.
Elrond smiled at the young ones' antics and left the bedside to mix up a tea that would put Estel into a healing sleep. Glorfindel followed him with intentions of speaking with his lord about what had transpired between he and Estel that morning before Elrond awoke.
"Brannon nin?" Glorfindel questioned Elrond.
"Yes mellon nin?" Elrond asked as he set water to boiling and began gathering up the herbs that he would need to make the tea.
"I am worried about Estel." Glorfindel finally admitted.
"I am touched by your concern mellon nin, but Estel is now on the mend, he will heal in time." Elrond answered confidently.
"It is not his physical wounds that concern me brannon nin" Glrofindel confided "It is the psychological one's that worry me." He then proceeded to tell Lord Elrond all about what had transpired that morning and what he had read in the little one's eyes.
Meanwhile the twins were still chatting adamantly with Estel. They were trying to make him laugh and were succeeding easily.
They were currently in an argument about who had gotten the most injuries in the past, it was really quite amusing, not only to hear the argument, but to think of how much trouble the pair had gotten into over the millennia. It was truly amazing that they had both lived this long.
"Nay brother! I would never have fired that arrow if you had not stumbled over that pack." Elrohir defended himself.
"Yes, but I never would have tripped over the pack if you had not set it there and then begun yelling about warg and orc attacks!" Elladan countered.
"Yes, but.." Elrohir was at a loss, he didn't really know what to say to that, it was true that he had been trying to scare his brother with the threat of an orc attack but he never imagined that Elladan would rush over trip over his own pack and smack into Elrohir and make him fire the arrow he had notched. Then there was the small fact that the arrow just happened to bounce off of the rock face the twins had camped next to and came back and hit Elladan in the leg.
Poor Elladan had to spend the next 2 weeks in bed unable to put pressure on his leg.
Estel was now chuckling quietly at the twins' stories of their misadventures. Those two sure could get into trouble. Estel figured they were telling him this not only to make him laugh but to remind him that he was not the only one under this fair roof who got into strange and dangerous predicaments.
Glorfindel, who had been listening after talking with Lord Elrond about Estel decided to join the foray. "Just how old are you two?" he asked. "Honestly, you would think to young lords such as yourself would behave better." he lectured.
The twins looked at each other for a moment, and then turned simultaneously towards Glorfindel, who had turned his back to the twins and was once again speaking with Lord Elrond. Had he been looking at the twins he probably would have been running for cover while thinking up a nice long lecture for both Elrond and the twins, but he did not even see it coming.
*WACK*
*WACK*
Two throw pillows hit him square in the back of his head. The attack was so unexpected that it sent him forward off balance. He crashed into Lord Elrond and the herb table knocking Elrond down with him and spilling the contents of the table all over the floor.
Elladan looked on in horror as Elrond picked himself off the floor and graced them with the look. Elrohir looked startled for a moment, then the dam burst and he fell to the floor clutching his stomach in laughter.
Estel too collapsed with laughter. He had never seen a funnier sight. Glorfindel lying on the floor surrounded by healing herbs with tea, water, and spare herbs all over him, Elrond who was also covered in tea and herbs glowering at the twins, Elladan's look of horror that barely concealed his mirth, and Elrohir having fits on the floor.
Estel's laughter soon turned to moans of pain as he clutched his chest trying to ease the deep ache that accompanied his laughter. Elrond quickly poured what he had managed to save of Estel's tea into a mug and hurried over to his son's bed, the twins momentarily forgotten in his concern for Estel.
"You should not shake like that Estel, it could aggravate your wounds." Elrond advised. "Now drink you tea, it will make you feel better." he finished softly.
Meanwhile Glorfindel and the twins were glaring daggers at each other.
"Yes ada" Estel said compliantly, for once, he really was feeling sick, and he was much too tired to argue.
"Rest ion nin I will be here when you awake, you are not alone." Elrond whispered soothingly to the tired boy.
The boy's eyes slid closed and he was lulled to sleep by the combination of the drugged tea and his father's warm presence.
His last thoughts were to wonder if the twins and Glorfindel would kill each other before he awoke. Then he drifted off into the peaceful arms of unconsciousness.
Elrond watched his youngest drift to sleep, and then bent down to kiss his forehead affectionately. He then turned his attention to the twins who were disappearing out the door with Glorfindel hot in pursuit.
Elrond laughed quietly to himself as he heard the twins explanation for having thrown the pillows. "But they are throw pillows Glorfindel, it is their purpose!" Elrohir protested as he ran for dear life.
Their lighthearted laughter lifted the elf lord's heart and brought a smile to his face, yes, now things could go back to normal in Imaldris.
Elrond had no idea how wrong he was, but his premonitions were silent and he simply enjoyed the fact that his youngest son was safe and listened to Glorfindel's death threats to the rest of his family, yes everything seemed so normal.
TBC......
Brannon nin- My lord
Mellon nin- My friend
Ada- Father or Daddy
ion nin- my son
Tithen gwador- little brother
See look no cliffie!! We can be nice!!!! Nice ending!!!
Well Namaarie everyone!
