Disclaimer: I don't own Aragorn or Legolas, no matter what I want. Please don't sue, all you could get is a poster and a calender. And maybe a few clothes. That is all my wordly possesions. Sad, yes, but true.
Aragorn sighed. He wanted to leave Rivendall but he had hardly made it to the waterfall a couple of miles away from the house. If he could barely make it that far how would he make it across the mountains? His father didn't know he had left, or his brothers for that matter. Thank the Valar. When his father found him he would probably kill him. If his brothers didn't find him first. Still, he thought, it was worth it. He gazed longingly at the mountains. If he would just get better he could visit his best friend Legolas. Then they could have real fun.
He bitterly thought about what had made him so sick in the first place. Stupid orcs, he thought. It wasn't his fault that they had shot him with an arrow. It wasn't his fault the arrow had been covered with a poison that paralyzed him. And it definitely wasn't his fault the orcs had caught him. He shuddered slightly drawing the elven cloak he wore tighter about him. He didn't like to dwell on what happened it was gone, there was no use, what happened, had happened. The more he thought about anything outside of Rivendall the more he wanted to leave.
It wasn't that he didn't like his house. He loved it, it was just well, he needed to get out sometimes. He missed rising with the sun, and the sweet smell of the tree's. He missed the smell of the fire, and the way it would crackle. He missed relying on his skill to catch dinner, and trying to find edible berries. But most of all he missed the freedom. In his house, he was almost constantly being watched. When he wanted to disappear he could disappear; the only problem was that his family hadn't given him enough time to get away. He was lucky that young elven maid had walked by. Elrohir had got distracted. He hoped, rather strongly, his family wouldn't find him for at least another hour.
Unsuprisely it was at that moment he heard his name. "ARAGORN, ARAGORN WHERE ARE YOU?" I could hide, he thought, but that would be useless. Plus I would just get me in more trouble. "There you are!" Aragorn winced. "Come on, you're lucky we convinced Father not to send the others out looking for. Only Elladan and I are."
His brother gently set him on his feet then, seeing him wobble, supported him. "ELLADAN I GOT HIM!!" he shouted. Elladan came in with the subtelety of a herd of rampaging orcs. "Aragorn, what where you thinking! You could have been hurt!" Aragorn sighed. "Elladan, I'm sorry for making you worry. But I had to get out of the house. I was going crazy." "As if you weren't already." was Elladan's only reply, but his expression did soften. "Oh Aragorn, what are you going to tell father?" Aragorn grimaced. "The truth" was what he said out loud, under his breath he added, "and hope he doesn't kill me." The twins laughed at this.