Wow! We are soooooo close to being finished with this story! It has been
so much fun!! Well enough blabbing! On with the story! lol!
Title: Hope and Despair
Rating: ummm about PG-13 for violence and angst.
Disclaimer:oh man, do we ever wish we owned this! But no sorry!!! I know if I did that I would not be living in a Trailer, and I am so I don't think it belongs to me! This is simply for our own sick pleasure, so we make no money, pity really I need it!
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.
HobbitsRFun: Thank you for the compliments! Lol! Read and find out what happens! Hope this chapter lives up to your expectations!
leggy-stinks: lol! Yes, I am afraid that we are evil authors and you will just have to wait and see for yourself!!! Thank you for reviewing!!! And here is a question, is he going to get better?????? Lol! Read and find out!
Songbird: Is it really getting worse? *looks at chapter* yeah I guess so! Lol! Oh well! Hope you enjoy anyway!
Iawen Londea: Thank you for all the wonderful compliments!!!! They really mean a lot coming from a really talented author such as yourself! Hope you like this chapter as well!
littlesaiyangirl: Thank you for reviewing!! *blushes* we are glad you like it!!! Hope you continue to read and enjoy!
To all reviewers: WE BROKE 60 REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!! Hehe!!! A HUGE Thank you to EVERYONE!!!! *huggles everyone* you guys are the best! Hannon le to you all!
Now on with the Torture errrrrr fic rather.
Chapter 13
~*~*~*~*~*~*
While Elrond and the twins went down to the diningroom for lunch, Estel used that time to think about his night terrors. 'They do not love me. I am only a burden to them, why should I stay?' he thought mournfully. 'I know they do not really care, after all it is as Thaynes said, "Who could ever love a human?"'
Then an idea struck him, he would run away, he obviously was not wanted, and he did not want to be a burden to the ones he loved so much. That is what he would do, relieve his beloved family of a burden, himself.
Estel then proceeded to try and get out of bed. However, that just was not working very well, between his very sore chest, his pounding head, and the rest of his sore and abused body getting up was proving much more difficult than Estel thought it would.
'Just another thing that is wrong with me' Estel thought disgustedly. 'I am so weak I can not even get out of bed, I bet anything that Elladan or Elrohir would be able to, or even an elfling would be able to!'
With those gloomy thoughts Estel heaved himself out of bed and wandered around the room, trying to keep it from spinning, and also trying to gather a few supplies to take with him.
It was while doing this that a thought struck him, maybe he should leave a note for his family. Though they undoubtably thought him a burden, he still knew that they would worry if they found him missing with no explanation as to where he went, simply because they felt him their responsibility. He had no paper or ink in his room, and the only place he knew to get them where he would not have to ask someone would be his father's study.
'Well then I'll just have to go to ada's, no not ada anymore Elrond, Elrond's study and write them a note, I can leave it on a... no Elrond's desk, he surely will find it there.' Estel thought. The thought of Elrond no longer being his ada was tearing him up inside, but that's just how things were, and if he could not handle that then that was just more proof of how weak he truly was.
Having gathered a few belongings, clothes, his small dagger, some of the food left from breakfast, he headed to Elrond's study to leave his elven family a note.
~*Meanwhile in the diningroom~*
"I worry for Estel Ada." Elrohir confessed quietly. "He is much changed, I do not understand. He does not seem to be in much physical pain, but I know these night terrors are keeping him from resting properly, and he will not discuss what is bothering him. Ada this worries me, he has never shut us out before." he finished quietly, a lone tear slipping from under his eyelid.
Elrond sighed and looked upon his twin sons. Elladan's face had the same confused and hurt expression that his brother's face held. "I do not know my sons. I do not think that it is mere physical pain either, it is something much deeper than that." the elf lord stated quietly. "Could it be from.. from where Thaynes" Elladan spat the name out as if it tasted foul in his mouth, "tortured him? Perhaps that is what his night terrors are about." he finished.
"But then if that is what they are over why would he not tell us that?" Elrohir asked. He was not really expecting a satisfying answer, for he knew that neither his father nor his twin really knew, but he could not help himself asking these questions, they were ripping him apart inside.
"Once again my sons I do not have the answers, perhaps he is ashamed, now before you ask, I do not know why he would be ashamed, but that is the only explanation I can come up with. The only way we are going to get answers is to ask Estel, we will all have a talk after lunch is over." Elrond stated, now desperate for answers himself.
They all looked at each other, and then began to eat at a pace that was very unbefitting elves, especially elven lords.
'I am certainly glad Glorfindel is not in here now.' Elrond thought as he observed the twins eating. 'We would all get the 'what a elf lord does and does not do' speech, because eating like a pack of starving hobbits is certainly something proper elf lords do not do' he thought in amusement while beginning to dig into his meal with just as much gusto as his sons.
~* Elrond's Study~*
Estel was sitting at Elrond's desk with a large piece of parchment before him and a ink quill in hand.
"Dear Ada," 'Wait no, not ada, scratch that, it should be Elrond. Or would they all think I was being ungrateful if I called him Elrond? Lord Elrond and family maybe?' Estel pondered to himself. This farewell letter was harder than he thought it would be. He did not want to sound too harsh, because he was not mad at any of them, in fact it was out of love that he did this. That's when it hit him, that is what he could write, the truth, his love for them, and that he no longer wished to burden them with his troublesome presence.
After this revelation Estel had no trouble coming up with the rest of his letter. He bid farewell to the only family he had ever known, and let them know that he loved them, even though they were different.
Just as he finished writing the letter and was trying to decide where to put it so that Elrond would find it immediately, he heard a voice behind him.
"Estel! What are you doing out of bed, and in my study?" Elrond cried harshly out of shock and worry for his son.
What little color was left in Estel's face fled it quickly upon hearing Elrond's words and tone. Estel slowly turned around to face his foster father, 'This is not good'
TBC....
Elvish translations.
Ada- Father/daddy
Well, once again thank you for all of your wonderful reviews!!! These are what keep us writing! Oh that and the evil voices in our minds. Lol!
Oh good quote just found: "What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies."-Aristotle. Niffty huh?? I thought so.
Well Namaarie till next time everyone!
Rhonda-The Keeper of Legolas' sad looks and Elrond's love for his sons.
&
Arwen/Vanaondoiel-The Keeper of Elladan and Estel's guilt trips.
Title: Hope and Despair
Rating: ummm about PG-13 for violence and angst.
Disclaimer:oh man, do we ever wish we owned this! But no sorry!!! I know if I did that I would not be living in a Trailer, and I am so I don't think it belongs to me! This is simply for our own sick pleasure, so we make no money, pity really I need it!
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.
HobbitsRFun: Thank you for the compliments! Lol! Read and find out what happens! Hope this chapter lives up to your expectations!
leggy-stinks: lol! Yes, I am afraid that we are evil authors and you will just have to wait and see for yourself!!! Thank you for reviewing!!! And here is a question, is he going to get better?????? Lol! Read and find out!
Songbird: Is it really getting worse? *looks at chapter* yeah I guess so! Lol! Oh well! Hope you enjoy anyway!
Iawen Londea: Thank you for all the wonderful compliments!!!! They really mean a lot coming from a really talented author such as yourself! Hope you like this chapter as well!
littlesaiyangirl: Thank you for reviewing!! *blushes* we are glad you like it!!! Hope you continue to read and enjoy!
To all reviewers: WE BROKE 60 REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!! Hehe!!! A HUGE Thank you to EVERYONE!!!! *huggles everyone* you guys are the best! Hannon le to you all!
Now on with the Torture errrrrr fic rather.
Chapter 13
~*~*~*~*~*~*
While Elrond and the twins went down to the diningroom for lunch, Estel used that time to think about his night terrors. 'They do not love me. I am only a burden to them, why should I stay?' he thought mournfully. 'I know they do not really care, after all it is as Thaynes said, "Who could ever love a human?"'
Then an idea struck him, he would run away, he obviously was not wanted, and he did not want to be a burden to the ones he loved so much. That is what he would do, relieve his beloved family of a burden, himself.
Estel then proceeded to try and get out of bed. However, that just was not working very well, between his very sore chest, his pounding head, and the rest of his sore and abused body getting up was proving much more difficult than Estel thought it would.
'Just another thing that is wrong with me' Estel thought disgustedly. 'I am so weak I can not even get out of bed, I bet anything that Elladan or Elrohir would be able to, or even an elfling would be able to!'
With those gloomy thoughts Estel heaved himself out of bed and wandered around the room, trying to keep it from spinning, and also trying to gather a few supplies to take with him.
It was while doing this that a thought struck him, maybe he should leave a note for his family. Though they undoubtably thought him a burden, he still knew that they would worry if they found him missing with no explanation as to where he went, simply because they felt him their responsibility. He had no paper or ink in his room, and the only place he knew to get them where he would not have to ask someone would be his father's study.
'Well then I'll just have to go to ada's, no not ada anymore Elrond, Elrond's study and write them a note, I can leave it on a... no Elrond's desk, he surely will find it there.' Estel thought. The thought of Elrond no longer being his ada was tearing him up inside, but that's just how things were, and if he could not handle that then that was just more proof of how weak he truly was.
Having gathered a few belongings, clothes, his small dagger, some of the food left from breakfast, he headed to Elrond's study to leave his elven family a note.
~*Meanwhile in the diningroom~*
"I worry for Estel Ada." Elrohir confessed quietly. "He is much changed, I do not understand. He does not seem to be in much physical pain, but I know these night terrors are keeping him from resting properly, and he will not discuss what is bothering him. Ada this worries me, he has never shut us out before." he finished quietly, a lone tear slipping from under his eyelid.
Elrond sighed and looked upon his twin sons. Elladan's face had the same confused and hurt expression that his brother's face held. "I do not know my sons. I do not think that it is mere physical pain either, it is something much deeper than that." the elf lord stated quietly. "Could it be from.. from where Thaynes" Elladan spat the name out as if it tasted foul in his mouth, "tortured him? Perhaps that is what his night terrors are about." he finished.
"But then if that is what they are over why would he not tell us that?" Elrohir asked. He was not really expecting a satisfying answer, for he knew that neither his father nor his twin really knew, but he could not help himself asking these questions, they were ripping him apart inside.
"Once again my sons I do not have the answers, perhaps he is ashamed, now before you ask, I do not know why he would be ashamed, but that is the only explanation I can come up with. The only way we are going to get answers is to ask Estel, we will all have a talk after lunch is over." Elrond stated, now desperate for answers himself.
They all looked at each other, and then began to eat at a pace that was very unbefitting elves, especially elven lords.
'I am certainly glad Glorfindel is not in here now.' Elrond thought as he observed the twins eating. 'We would all get the 'what a elf lord does and does not do' speech, because eating like a pack of starving hobbits is certainly something proper elf lords do not do' he thought in amusement while beginning to dig into his meal with just as much gusto as his sons.
~* Elrond's Study~*
Estel was sitting at Elrond's desk with a large piece of parchment before him and a ink quill in hand.
"Dear Ada," 'Wait no, not ada, scratch that, it should be Elrond. Or would they all think I was being ungrateful if I called him Elrond? Lord Elrond and family maybe?' Estel pondered to himself. This farewell letter was harder than he thought it would be. He did not want to sound too harsh, because he was not mad at any of them, in fact it was out of love that he did this. That's when it hit him, that is what he could write, the truth, his love for them, and that he no longer wished to burden them with his troublesome presence.
After this revelation Estel had no trouble coming up with the rest of his letter. He bid farewell to the only family he had ever known, and let them know that he loved them, even though they were different.
Just as he finished writing the letter and was trying to decide where to put it so that Elrond would find it immediately, he heard a voice behind him.
"Estel! What are you doing out of bed, and in my study?" Elrond cried harshly out of shock and worry for his son.
What little color was left in Estel's face fled it quickly upon hearing Elrond's words and tone. Estel slowly turned around to face his foster father, 'This is not good'
TBC....
Elvish translations.
Ada- Father/daddy
Well, once again thank you for all of your wonderful reviews!!! These are what keep us writing! Oh that and the evil voices in our minds. Lol!
Oh good quote just found: "What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies."-Aristotle. Niffty huh?? I thought so.
Well Namaarie till next time everyone!
Rhonda-The Keeper of Legolas' sad looks and Elrond's love for his sons.
&
Arwen/Vanaondoiel-The Keeper of Elladan and Estel's guilt trips.
