Title: Be Careful What You Wish For

Rating: PG Slight angst, nothing bad or even bloody though

Disclaimer: Nope not mine!

Summary: Estel, feeling very unloved and ignored, decides that the only way to get Elrond's attention is to become one of the sick the mighty healer tends.

AN: This is just a fic from my late night demented thoughts. I would love to thank my beta Sina/Vanaondoiel who without nothing would be possible.

Please Note: Much like Cassia and Sio, I 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) I feel that Aragorn's mother died along with Arathorn, and she has no place in this fic.

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Chapter 4

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Glorfindel was almost within sight of Mirkwood. "Estel must live for his death would deal a crushing blow to Elrond." he said to himself.

"Who dares the enter the king of Mirkwood's realm?" came voice from the trees startling Glorfindel from his thoughts.

"It is I, Glorfindel, young elfling" came the reply.

"Glorfindel I am sorry did not know it was you. Have you come for a visit?" asked the elf merrily.

"NO! I must see the king at once, it is very urgent." he replied. Shocked by the look on the mighty lord's face the elf took off at a run to alert the king of his arrival.

"What?" King Thranduil asked as a guard ran into his diningroom. "Lord Glorfindel wishes your counsel sire." Puzzled as to what Glorfindel could want with him he got up to leave. At once a hand shot up to him along with a puzzled face.

"Father may I join you?" asked Legolas

Thranduil smiled at his son "I don't see why not" he said. As they reached Thranduil's study where Glorfindel waited for them a sense of foreboding seem to cling to the air.

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Two faces were now sitting half lidded after a full night of tears and anguish. However, one did not sleep and that was Elrond who sat by his son holding his hand. The child had started to stir only moments earlier and was calling out to him.

"Ada I am sorry, Ada please help me. It hurts" he now sobbed still in his dream state. This awoke the two which were moments earlier asleep. "Father what does he speak of?" asked Elrohir.

"I do not know my son, his dreams take him to a dark place it seems." The sobs turned into gasps. Elladan was on his feet knocking the chair to the floor. "Ada help him please!" he cried.

Elrond was already holding the child shaking him. "Estel ion nin breathe for me." Elrond whispered gently, but urgently in elvish. At these words he seemed to calm.

"Adar he needs to eat he grows so thin." Elladan said after a moment.

"Alas I cannot get him to take any food. " Elrond sighed. Their rest was short lived as Estel screamed in agony clutching his stomach. Elrond held his son trying to relieve some of the pain. He, once again, felt tears cascading down his face for his son's pain.

~*~*~*~*~*~ "Glorfindel what bids you come here?" Thranduil inquired curiously.

"It is Elrond's youngest, Estel, he has taken the poison iest." At this statement a gasp was heard from the corner where Legolas sat with eyes wide in horror. He had only met the little edain the previous summer. He had grown quite fond of him while in Rivendell.

"We must find the plant and make the antidote for it only grows here." stated Glorfindel.

"Of course I shall assemble a scouting party at once to find it." Thranduil stated swiftly.

"Father may I join them" Legolas asked quietly. Thranduil smiled at this request "Yes, my son, go now and get the others ready." Thranduil knew his son had grown close to the edain, he was not sure he approved, but he did not want to see the little one die especially not when he knew that his death would break many elven hearts, his son's included.

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Elladan now sat staring at his little brother. He was unsure of what to say he just wanted to be near him. As Estel stirred in his fevered sleep Elladan stroked his damp hair whispering kind words in elvish to soothe him.

As he began to calm Elladan moved next to him in his bed and cradled the sleeping child in his arms. This is how Elrond found them hours later, his oldest son acting the protector once again. He worried that if Estel died he would take Elladan's very soul with him. The thought of losing either of them would break his heart completely in two.

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"Glorfindel take some rest, they will find it soon I am sure." the king said.

"I worry for the fate of all of Imaldris if he dies." the mighty lord confessed quietly. "He carries all of our hearts with him and if he dies I fear that Elrond and the twins will soon follow."

"Father! Father I have found it!" Legolas shouted as he ran in.

"Thank Valar! Let us hurry and make the antidote so you can leave within the hour Lord Glorfindel." Thranduil comanded. Glorfindel prayed he would make it back in time for Estel.

Within the hour he was mounted and leaving. "May the Valar watch over you and make your journey back swift." Thranduil said. With this Glorfindel was off praying once again that he would make it in time for it was a two day ride to Imaldris and Estel only had one left.

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"Please my lord eat something" a servant pleaded with Elrond. "You have not eaten in two days or slept for that matter. You cannot go on like this." he finished, begging his lord to understand, to come to reason. As Elrond got ready to reply Estel sat up with a blood curling scream.

"GO! Leave us!" was the elf lord's only reply as he rushed to his son's side. The servant ran from the room closing the door behind her. Elrond was met at the bed by his twin sons who had be woken from their sleep by the screams.

"Please Ada I don't want to go." Estel whimpered. "Help me" he screamed..

"Adar his fever is too high" Elrohir said worriedly. "'Dan help me!"

At these words Elladan's face turned ashen. "Ada is there nothing we can do?" he whispered, staring at his little brother in shock.

"I am sorry my sons there is not." Elrond said his words dripping with sorrow and regret for the pain he could not help ease. Estel stopped screaming and slumped back onto the pillows.

"Is he?...he isn't..." Elrohir could not bring himself to say the words. Elrond laid his head upon Estel's chest and his worst fears came to surface. His son was leaving them, his time was almost up.

TBC........