Title: Cold

Author: Rhonda

Rating: PG to PG-13

Summary: When an unsuspected illness spreads through a town close to Imaldris and The twins and a young Estel stop to help, will Estel be immune to it as well?

Disclaimer: *sigh* sadly STILL not mine! Darn!! And I SOOOOO want to own this! Oh well, can't have everything I suppose.

A/N- This came to me LATE one night it is just another one of my demented mind things. I hope you enjoy all reviews are welcome and all flames will be used to torture someone in the next fic. I also would like the thank my beta Sina who without her I could never have done this. She ROCKS!

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.

leggy-stinks: *pats on back* it's ok really! As for whether or not he is dead, you will just have to read and find out! Lol! Thank you for the review! *sits back and imagines what all these reviewers would do to her if she left him dead* Interesting, maybe I should find out? Lol

Jack Sparrow1: Wow, I shocked so many people!! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well, it is the last one of this fic.

BillThePony2: *looks sheepish* hmmm so I did, oh well it's not like it has never been done before right?? Lol!! Thanks for the kind review!

Estelle1: :( *Sniffles* no halo??? Oh well, it was only held up by my horns anyway! *grins* hope you like this chapter!

Iawen Londea: eep! Don't hurt me!!!! *starts backing away* ok ok ok, just read, find out what happens and don't hurt the author k? Thanks for the support mellon nin! *runs*

Etharei: aka the lump of moss LOL!!! Nooooooooooo!! Not the mechanical pencil!!! Eep!!!!!! *runs and hides under bed* don't' hurt me! Thanks for the review! Hope you enjoy the way this turns out!

BlackRose1356: lol, well you will just have to read and find out!! Thank you for the review!

Well that's all! *whew* loL! Death threats! My fav!!!!!! *chuckles* hope everyone enjoys the conclusion to this!!! I know it's short, but hey at least it's a tad longer than a 1 shot right? Lol! Later!

Chapter 2

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After an hour had passed Glorfindel returned to gather the small family for the impending funeral. Elrond stayed to get his son ready. He dressed the child in his finest elven robes and laid a circlet with the family emblem upon his head. Mithril tears ran unheeded down his face during this process. He took one last look at the child who he had loved as his very own and silently shut the door behind him.

The afternoon brought everyone from Imaldris to the child's funeral. All looked upon the family with great sorrow for the loss of one so young. As the last of the elves left and the box was lowered into the ground Elrond and the twins wept once more. They cried for the future of man and for the beautiful smile they would never see again.

Glorfindel shuffled the group back inside and they all retired the their beds. It was only dusk but all wished to perhaps dream of Estel once more. Glorfindel looked at upon each member of the family before turning in himself, and each timewas met by an elf in fitful sleep with a tear stained face. Tears slid from his eyes for the grief of his lord, and for the loss of the boy that he too had loved.

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The silence of the night was broken as a guard yelled "Rider at the gate!" Elrond quickly dressed and hurried to meet the strange late night visitor. As he approached the gate he saw a man.

"What brings you to Imaldris?" the elf lord said in a diplomatic, and welcoming tone.

"I beg your pardon sir, but I bring news from the village." the man replied wearily.

"What news?" Elladan asked as he and his brother joined their father at the gate.

"I would ask if your sons had fallen ill, but I see that two of them are here and seem fine." the man replied cryptically. "Where is the other?" he finished, worry etched on his young face.

"Estel fell ill and passed yesterday." Elrond stated quietly, as the thought of his son brought tears once more. "NO!" the man shouted "Are you sure he was dead?" he asked, looking almost panicked.

"What do you mean 'are we sure he was dead?" Elrohir asked, fear creeping into his voice "Explain yourself!" Elrond said patience now gone.

"Excuse me, my lord, I mean no disrespect." It is only that there has been a sickness throughout our village and it makes the ill seem to all eyes dead." the man explained quietly.

At this Elrond swayed, but begged the man to continue. "Well, as I said, it makes them appear dead but within a day they have returned to normal." he finished, shuddering at the memory of realizing that they had buried so many in their village alive.

"Oh Valar NO!" all three elves cried at once.

"We have buried Estel alive!" Elladan whispered, horrified. All three thanked the man quickly and rushed to get their beloved Estel from the cold earth in which he laid.

"Glorfy help us" the twins yelled in a near panic as they and their father frantically dug at the earth of Estel's grave. Several elves had heard the commotion and stood by wondering why the family was desecrating the grave. Word soon spread, however, about the hope that Estel still lived.

"Father we have reached the box." Elladan said quietly. With Glorfindel's help they lifted the box and placed it on the ground. As the lid was pried off their eyes fell upon what appeared to be Estel still resting eternally. Elrond gathered the child up in his arms and ran quickly into the house, the twins and Glorfindel on his heels. He laid Estel on his bed and sat beside him cradling his head in his lap and waited. Waited for a sign of life from his son.

Several hours passed as Elrond and his sons sat on the bed with Estel, Elrond at the top and the twins curled up at the foot of the bed. They were the longest hours any of them could remember.

Estel awoke as if from a deep sleep. He was glad to be awake for he had many strange dreams while he slept. As his eyes focused he saw his father and brothers practically laying on him. His sudden movement awoke the others and all at once there was a mass of elves all trying to hug him at once.

"What is this all about?" Estel asked, very confused by his family's behaviour.

"Estel we are just so happy to see your beautiful, smiling face" Elrohir exclaimed to the confused child. Which only served to confuse him further.

"Father why are you crying?" Estel gasped as he looked into his father's watery eyes.

"The love I feel for you has never been greater than at this moment Estel" he said as the tears dared to fall again. That was the scene as night once again fell upon The Last Homely House. A father and his three sons asleep on the bed, each twin holding a hand of the youngest and their father with his head upon his son's chest making sure the heart still beat.

The End.

Well that's all for this one folks!! Hope you all enjoyed and as always please r/r!

Namaarie!

Rhonda-The Keeper of Legolas' sad looks and Elrond's love for his sons.