Not All Those Who Wander
PG-13 Angst
Twin Fic No Slash
All right, this is my first fanfiction. I was compelled to write it. Right now it's a bit sucky as I suck at beginnings, but I promises the writing will improve over the next few chapters. My beta reader is also away at a wedding so I haven't had this beta read. So please don't flame, that's not constructive. If you want to give me constructive criticism, that's fine. Reviews are always praised.
This takes place several years before the destruction of the ring i.e. Aragorn is about 30.
It's all Tolkien's, the genius that he is.
Chapter 1
The Third Detainment
~***~
Elladan moved his sword swiftly and deadly among the attacking orcs. A small band of them, maybe 8 or so of a breed unfamiliar to them, were unlucky enough to have come across the traveling brothers. The three were en route to Mirkwood to visit the realm and their close friend Legolas. It was an annual trip they have made since Aragorn was old enough and able to ride a horse. Quickly and skillfully the three of them were depleting the orc's numbers. The creatures roamed the region more often these days and the only explanation the three could think of was a possibly rising evil. Rumor had it that an evil was growing in the east. Coming across small bands of orc's was now thought not uncommon. The three took these encounters as excellent opportunities to practice their skills.
Two of the orcs charged Aragorn at the same time and immediately the focus was on them. Sheathing his swords, Elladan immediately drew out his bow and began sending arrows in the direction of the first orc's head. The first one fell and the second one shortly after courtesy of both Elrohir and Aragorn. The three took a second to breathe and survey the ground for the remaining orcs when three arrows whistled through the clearing. All three moved to avoid them and were, for the most part successful. Aragorn felt one ruffle his hair and Elrohir cringed as one nicked his arm as the third arrow thwacked into a tree behind them. Elladan had already let his arrows free and whatever threat was there before certainly wasn't going to be giving them a problem any longer.
Surveying the ground once more, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and of accomplishment. Elladan moved to retrieve his arrows as Aragorn and Elrohir started to wipe the vile liquid from their swords.
"As entertaining as that was," Elrohir said as he too sheathed his swords, "that is the third time we have been detained."
"Yes," Aragorn agreed, "Hopefully the rest of our travels will be smooth." He inspected his sword again before putting it away, "I don't like what the blood is doing to my sword."
"You can clean it, if we ever get to Mirkwood." Elladan smiled jokingly emerging from the woods. "If we don't want to smell like them," he said indicating the dead orcs, "I suggest we should get moving."
The three of them walked off and quickly mounted their horses and started back on the trail to Mirkwood.
~***~
Summer was strong in the air and the evening breeze was welcome. The three had been traveling for almost a week and were only a few days off from Mirkwood. They were making excellent time. With the exception of the Orc attacks, the journey had been most amusing. The three enjoyed spending time with each other and were all excited to be seeing Legolas again. Aragorn and Elladan were having a discussion about the state of Aragorn's sword while Elrohir tentatively prodded the wound on this arm.
"Ro?" Elladan looked at his brother, "How is your arm fairing?"
Elrohir smiled at his brother, "It's nothing and its already started to heal. I don't think I will need to bind it either."
"Well that's good," Aragorn smiled, "We don't need anything else hindering our trip." Elrohir frowned at him.
"That was the third band of orcs we've come across. This is becoming irritating." Elladan thought aloud.
"Yes, but poor Legolas will be annoyed when he has found out all the fun he has missed." Elrohir added.
"Very true," Aragorn agreed. "Hmm, maybe it wouldn't hurt to embellish a bit of our travels."
"No, I don't think it would. Legolas will love to hear all about this and more. "Elladan smiled.
The three talked happily late into the night and made a quick camp along the edges of the dark forest when it became too dark to press on. Dinner was quick and soon the three were sitting around a small fire, Aragorn chewing on the end of his pipe. Aragorn volunteered first watch and the two elves settle against a tree and drifted off in thought. Their eyes remained slightly open, as elves don't sleep. The three of them took turns watching that night and when dawn appeared they mounted their horses and ventured off into the wood.
~***~
The morning was considerably darker as they were now traveling under the cover of the trees. Even in the musty forest summer was evident. Small flowers grew here and there making the normally dank forest lose some of its intimidation. Elladan and Elrohir were playfully bothering Aragorn by bringing up past incidents in where his human faults led him to hilarious disaster. Whether it had been his lack of balance, not being able to walk upon the snow, or his unkempt appearance, the twins indulged in any moment they could remember that resulted in his embarrassment. Elladan was on near tears recalling the time when Aragorn had fallen in mud while chasing after the twins minutes before they were needed to attend a very important dinner.
"I will never forget the look on Ada's face when you walked into the hall covered in mud." Elladan barely choked out. Aragorn had a look of annoyance on his face, but ignored his travel companion. "Ro, you remember that?"
Elladan looked over at his brother when he didn't answer and suddenly his brow creased. "Ro?"
Elrohir was slightly hunched over on his horse. He looked up at Elladan, his whisper distressed, "Dan?"
With that, he slid off his horse and hit the ground hard with a grunt.
Stunned for only a second both Aragorn and Elladan immediately jumped from their horses and knelt on either side of their brother.
"Ro? Ro, what's wrong." Elladan said frantically.
Elrohir's face cringed in pain and he broke out in a sweat, "I don't know" he said confused, "There must have been poison on the arrow. I can practically feel it moving through me."
Aragorn moved to look at the wound. It looked relatively normal and was closing correctly. The wound did have a green tint to it was a bit more black and blue than it should. Aragorn carefully poked the skin around the wound resulting in a hiss from Elrohir. A greenish puss sprung from the wound. Aragorn sat up and looked at the twins. They looked so alike. Elladan's face was crossed with worry and Elrohir's with pain. Their distinct facades were the only things distinguishing the two of them apart.
"It defiantly looks like some type of poison." Aragorn confirmed.
"We're still two days from Mirkwood." Elladan exclaimed.
"We will have to be swift then." Aragorn replied.
Elrohir groaned as Elladan helped him sit up.
"This is not going to be fun. I can tell." Elrohir said annoyed. He suddenly clutched his stomach and emptied his breakfast next to him.
"This is progressing to fast," Aragorn said worriedly, "Something's not right."
TBC
Yes well that's that. Hopefully I'll get chapter two up this week. School and everything may slow me down. Technically I should be doing homework right now . so I suppose it wont stop me later on in the week.
Please review, it will be very encouraging.
PG-13 Angst
Twin Fic No Slash
All right, this is my first fanfiction. I was compelled to write it. Right now it's a bit sucky as I suck at beginnings, but I promises the writing will improve over the next few chapters. My beta reader is also away at a wedding so I haven't had this beta read. So please don't flame, that's not constructive. If you want to give me constructive criticism, that's fine. Reviews are always praised.
This takes place several years before the destruction of the ring i.e. Aragorn is about 30.
It's all Tolkien's, the genius that he is.
Chapter 1
The Third Detainment
~***~
Elladan moved his sword swiftly and deadly among the attacking orcs. A small band of them, maybe 8 or so of a breed unfamiliar to them, were unlucky enough to have come across the traveling brothers. The three were en route to Mirkwood to visit the realm and their close friend Legolas. It was an annual trip they have made since Aragorn was old enough and able to ride a horse. Quickly and skillfully the three of them were depleting the orc's numbers. The creatures roamed the region more often these days and the only explanation the three could think of was a possibly rising evil. Rumor had it that an evil was growing in the east. Coming across small bands of orc's was now thought not uncommon. The three took these encounters as excellent opportunities to practice their skills.
Two of the orcs charged Aragorn at the same time and immediately the focus was on them. Sheathing his swords, Elladan immediately drew out his bow and began sending arrows in the direction of the first orc's head. The first one fell and the second one shortly after courtesy of both Elrohir and Aragorn. The three took a second to breathe and survey the ground for the remaining orcs when three arrows whistled through the clearing. All three moved to avoid them and were, for the most part successful. Aragorn felt one ruffle his hair and Elrohir cringed as one nicked his arm as the third arrow thwacked into a tree behind them. Elladan had already let his arrows free and whatever threat was there before certainly wasn't going to be giving them a problem any longer.
Surveying the ground once more, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and of accomplishment. Elladan moved to retrieve his arrows as Aragorn and Elrohir started to wipe the vile liquid from their swords.
"As entertaining as that was," Elrohir said as he too sheathed his swords, "that is the third time we have been detained."
"Yes," Aragorn agreed, "Hopefully the rest of our travels will be smooth." He inspected his sword again before putting it away, "I don't like what the blood is doing to my sword."
"You can clean it, if we ever get to Mirkwood." Elladan smiled jokingly emerging from the woods. "If we don't want to smell like them," he said indicating the dead orcs, "I suggest we should get moving."
The three of them walked off and quickly mounted their horses and started back on the trail to Mirkwood.
~***~
Summer was strong in the air and the evening breeze was welcome. The three had been traveling for almost a week and were only a few days off from Mirkwood. They were making excellent time. With the exception of the Orc attacks, the journey had been most amusing. The three enjoyed spending time with each other and were all excited to be seeing Legolas again. Aragorn and Elladan were having a discussion about the state of Aragorn's sword while Elrohir tentatively prodded the wound on this arm.
"Ro?" Elladan looked at his brother, "How is your arm fairing?"
Elrohir smiled at his brother, "It's nothing and its already started to heal. I don't think I will need to bind it either."
"Well that's good," Aragorn smiled, "We don't need anything else hindering our trip." Elrohir frowned at him.
"That was the third band of orcs we've come across. This is becoming irritating." Elladan thought aloud.
"Yes, but poor Legolas will be annoyed when he has found out all the fun he has missed." Elrohir added.
"Very true," Aragorn agreed. "Hmm, maybe it wouldn't hurt to embellish a bit of our travels."
"No, I don't think it would. Legolas will love to hear all about this and more. "Elladan smiled.
The three talked happily late into the night and made a quick camp along the edges of the dark forest when it became too dark to press on. Dinner was quick and soon the three were sitting around a small fire, Aragorn chewing on the end of his pipe. Aragorn volunteered first watch and the two elves settle against a tree and drifted off in thought. Their eyes remained slightly open, as elves don't sleep. The three of them took turns watching that night and when dawn appeared they mounted their horses and ventured off into the wood.
~***~
The morning was considerably darker as they were now traveling under the cover of the trees. Even in the musty forest summer was evident. Small flowers grew here and there making the normally dank forest lose some of its intimidation. Elladan and Elrohir were playfully bothering Aragorn by bringing up past incidents in where his human faults led him to hilarious disaster. Whether it had been his lack of balance, not being able to walk upon the snow, or his unkempt appearance, the twins indulged in any moment they could remember that resulted in his embarrassment. Elladan was on near tears recalling the time when Aragorn had fallen in mud while chasing after the twins minutes before they were needed to attend a very important dinner.
"I will never forget the look on Ada's face when you walked into the hall covered in mud." Elladan barely choked out. Aragorn had a look of annoyance on his face, but ignored his travel companion. "Ro, you remember that?"
Elladan looked over at his brother when he didn't answer and suddenly his brow creased. "Ro?"
Elrohir was slightly hunched over on his horse. He looked up at Elladan, his whisper distressed, "Dan?"
With that, he slid off his horse and hit the ground hard with a grunt.
Stunned for only a second both Aragorn and Elladan immediately jumped from their horses and knelt on either side of their brother.
"Ro? Ro, what's wrong." Elladan said frantically.
Elrohir's face cringed in pain and he broke out in a sweat, "I don't know" he said confused, "There must have been poison on the arrow. I can practically feel it moving through me."
Aragorn moved to look at the wound. It looked relatively normal and was closing correctly. The wound did have a green tint to it was a bit more black and blue than it should. Aragorn carefully poked the skin around the wound resulting in a hiss from Elrohir. A greenish puss sprung from the wound. Aragorn sat up and looked at the twins. They looked so alike. Elladan's face was crossed with worry and Elrohir's with pain. Their distinct facades were the only things distinguishing the two of them apart.
"It defiantly looks like some type of poison." Aragorn confirmed.
"We're still two days from Mirkwood." Elladan exclaimed.
"We will have to be swift then." Aragorn replied.
Elrohir groaned as Elladan helped him sit up.
"This is not going to be fun. I can tell." Elrohir said annoyed. He suddenly clutched his stomach and emptied his breakfast next to him.
"This is progressing to fast," Aragorn said worriedly, "Something's not right."
TBC
Yes well that's that. Hopefully I'll get chapter two up this week. School and everything may slow me down. Technically I should be doing homework right now . so I suppose it wont stop me later on in the week.
Please review, it will be very encouraging.
