A/N: I am really bored and have nothing to do with my life. This is the
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Aragorn took them to Rivendell, constantly on his guard. How could he not be, things being the way they were?
They were almost there, and he was getting ready to turn back. The Hobbits didn't understand why, but they weren't going to stop him. He got the feeling that they didn't believe his excuse about having something else to do. He hadn't for some reason, told them of the war with the Elves. He didn't want to worry them overmuch.
Right as he was about to leave, they were attacked. Aragorn fought as hard as he could, but when the Hobbits' lives were threatened, he couldn't continue. He surrendered. He was bound hand and foot and tossed over a horse, the Hobbits walked. He kept an eye on them, as well as he could. He was in a slightly awkward position, though.
The Hobbits, for their part, were very confused.
A few (uncomfortable) hours later, they reached Rivendell. The Hobbits were placed into a chamber, Aragorn was thrown in. "Aredhelamin toluya rato," the Elf spat. This was in Elvish and means 'My (Elf) Lord will come soon.' They (the Elf guards) thought no one would understand them. Unfortunately for them, Aragorn was an Elf and well schooled in the language. Therefore, he understood just fine. Inwardly, he cursed at those words, though outwardly he was a study of calm.
A time later, none of them knew how long, there were foot steps. "They found four Halflings with a Ranger, Adar," Aragorn heard Elladan say.
"That's unusual," replied Elrond. "Let's get this over with. With that, both Elves entered.
"You have been caught trespassing on the lands of the Elves, Ranger," Elrond said. Aragorn was careful to keep his head down. He saw Anduril, but couldn't go for it. Too far away for his bound hands and legs to reach. "Ah, set the Halflings free. They are friends." That was done. The Hobbits were free. Aragorn was relieved. Now, if only he could get out of his own predicament.
"What about. . ." Frodo began. There was a loud crash that interrupted him. Suddenly, Aragorn felt his bonds cut and he lunged for Anduril, grabbed it, and started following the Rangers who had attempted the rescue out. The Hobbits followed them.
"~Halbarad, how the hell did you know where I was?~" he demanded once they were all safe.
Halbarad pointed at a fleeing figure. "~We needed to keep an eye on you, my lord, chose the most inconspicuous among us.~"
"~Oh,~" Aragorn said. Lessa. That explained why he hadn't heard her. "I'll kill her," he added, quite calmly and rationally.
"Which is why she's running!" Halbarad choked out, barely managing to keep from laughing. Inwardly, though, he was also cringing. He'd hate to be the one Aragorn went after when he sounded calm and rational.
Lessa wandered around, attempting to hide from Aragorn. Something told her he was not in the best of moods, having someone follow him.
"Lessa!" Oh no. She started to run. Fast. As she was an Elf, this wasn't hard. However. . .
After they hit the ground, he said, "You do know that I'm an Elf too, right?"
"Ouch. . .Yeah, I knew, but I was hoping you had forgotten."
"Not likely. Why did you follow me?"
"Halbarad told me of your tendency to get yourself in trouble, and you really need to get off me. People are staring!"
"Let 'em stare." I bet you can guess what happened next. If not, or in case your mind is dirtier than mine, I'll tell you. He kissed her. JUST kissed. Nothing else. Really. Get your minds outta the gutter!
"Um. . .Bad idea." She was very breathless. First kiss and all.
"Why?" He was sorta breathless, but he'd probably laid all kinds of women in his first life. He'd at least kissed before.
"I'll give you several reasons. One: there are kids here! Two: there are women glaring daggers at me. Three: Halbarad's coming."
He'd been calm through out the first two reasons, then when he heard Halbarad was going to make an appearance, he jumped up and pulled her up, too. Then they walked off together
Meanwhile, in Rivendell. . .
"Celebrian, it cannot be." It was a simple denial. All Celebrian could think was, *The poor darling.*
"Yet it is true," she replied.
"No," Elrond said, eyes blazing. "That would mean that. . ."
"Yes. In this life, yes."
Elrond put his head in his hands. Aragorn. . .Estel. . .His son.
Aragorn took them to Rivendell, constantly on his guard. How could he not be, things being the way they were?
They were almost there, and he was getting ready to turn back. The Hobbits didn't understand why, but they weren't going to stop him. He got the feeling that they didn't believe his excuse about having something else to do. He hadn't for some reason, told them of the war with the Elves. He didn't want to worry them overmuch.
Right as he was about to leave, they were attacked. Aragorn fought as hard as he could, but when the Hobbits' lives were threatened, he couldn't continue. He surrendered. He was bound hand and foot and tossed over a horse, the Hobbits walked. He kept an eye on them, as well as he could. He was in a slightly awkward position, though.
The Hobbits, for their part, were very confused.
A few (uncomfortable) hours later, they reached Rivendell. The Hobbits were placed into a chamber, Aragorn was thrown in. "Aredhelamin toluya rato," the Elf spat. This was in Elvish and means 'My (Elf) Lord will come soon.' They (the Elf guards) thought no one would understand them. Unfortunately for them, Aragorn was an Elf and well schooled in the language. Therefore, he understood just fine. Inwardly, he cursed at those words, though outwardly he was a study of calm.
A time later, none of them knew how long, there were foot steps. "They found four Halflings with a Ranger, Adar," Aragorn heard Elladan say.
"That's unusual," replied Elrond. "Let's get this over with. With that, both Elves entered.
"You have been caught trespassing on the lands of the Elves, Ranger," Elrond said. Aragorn was careful to keep his head down. He saw Anduril, but couldn't go for it. Too far away for his bound hands and legs to reach. "Ah, set the Halflings free. They are friends." That was done. The Hobbits were free. Aragorn was relieved. Now, if only he could get out of his own predicament.
"What about. . ." Frodo began. There was a loud crash that interrupted him. Suddenly, Aragorn felt his bonds cut and he lunged for Anduril, grabbed it, and started following the Rangers who had attempted the rescue out. The Hobbits followed them.
"~Halbarad, how the hell did you know where I was?~" he demanded once they were all safe.
Halbarad pointed at a fleeing figure. "~We needed to keep an eye on you, my lord, chose the most inconspicuous among us.~"
"~Oh,~" Aragorn said. Lessa. That explained why he hadn't heard her. "I'll kill her," he added, quite calmly and rationally.
"Which is why she's running!" Halbarad choked out, barely managing to keep from laughing. Inwardly, though, he was also cringing. He'd hate to be the one Aragorn went after when he sounded calm and rational.
Lessa wandered around, attempting to hide from Aragorn. Something told her he was not in the best of moods, having someone follow him.
"Lessa!" Oh no. She started to run. Fast. As she was an Elf, this wasn't hard. However. . .
After they hit the ground, he said, "You do know that I'm an Elf too, right?"
"Ouch. . .Yeah, I knew, but I was hoping you had forgotten."
"Not likely. Why did you follow me?"
"Halbarad told me of your tendency to get yourself in trouble, and you really need to get off me. People are staring!"
"Let 'em stare." I bet you can guess what happened next. If not, or in case your mind is dirtier than mine, I'll tell you. He kissed her. JUST kissed. Nothing else. Really. Get your minds outta the gutter!
"Um. . .Bad idea." She was very breathless. First kiss and all.
"Why?" He was sorta breathless, but he'd probably laid all kinds of women in his first life. He'd at least kissed before.
"I'll give you several reasons. One: there are kids here! Two: there are women glaring daggers at me. Three: Halbarad's coming."
He'd been calm through out the first two reasons, then when he heard Halbarad was going to make an appearance, he jumped up and pulled her up, too. Then they walked off together
Meanwhile, in Rivendell. . .
"Celebrian, it cannot be." It was a simple denial. All Celebrian could think was, *The poor darling.*
"Yet it is true," she replied.
"No," Elrond said, eyes blazing. "That would mean that. . ."
"Yes. In this life, yes."
Elrond put his head in his hands. Aragorn. . .Estel. . .His son.