I'm fighting a raging cold and migraine to get this up for you all! I'm
very busy with Clinical, but since there's no homework with Clinical, I am
able to get this up! Sorry for the delays! I hope you area all enjoying
this! Aragorn, Elladan, Elrohir are all in this chapter! Legolas comes very
soon, as does Haldir! Oh, and for their ages, I wasn't really sure how old
to make them, but considering they all have all technically went through
the "coming of age" ceremonies, (at least a celebration for free elves.
Slave owners don't really celebrate this, they just make them work harder.)
So I'll say around 16 for Aragorn, and 19 for Elladan and Elrohir. Haldir
is around the same age, and Legolas is around 18 in human years. There. Got
that settled, so you won't be asking. *breathes sigh of relief* okay okay
I'll stop talking and let you read the story! Enjoy!
Chapter Seven
Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir were rough-housing in the hallway around the healing ward of the extensive and intricate home of theirs. Laughing and shouting, they trio were having a blast. Suddenly a door swung open in the hallway-right in front of their path. Elladan and Elrohir were able to avoid it, but Aragorn slammed right into it, and fell onto the floor, making the twins explode into laughter. Elrond peered around the corner, and had to suppress a chuckle. Aragorn was spread-eagle on the floor, dazed. "My son, you must pay more attention to where you are walking," he said warmly, ignoring the dirty look his son send him, still blinking rapidly to get the stars out of his vision. "It's not my fau." he stopped in mid-sentence when another figure stepped out beside his foster father. The elf maiden was very slender and beautiful, but Aragorn could see the strength in her lithe body. She had long black hair that fell down to her back, and smooth skin that was a bit pale. When he looked into her eyes however, all the warmth he had felt disappeared. Her deep violet eyes seemed cold and distant, and he could see pain reflected in the fiery depths. Then her eyes lit up and she smiled a slow smile that made Aragorn's insides turn to mush. "You must be Estel," she said in a soft fair voice. She turned to the twins, who appeared as awestruck as Aragorn. "You must be Elladan and Elrohir. Your father has said much about you," she said, and Elrond smiled. "Boys, this is Avaralwen." he stopped, for Avara had touched his hand lightly. "Please, call me only Avara," she said, with a slight nod of her head to Elrond. Elrond nodded and cleared his throat. "This is Avara. I want you three to show her around Rivendell, along with her friend Dinfan. He will meet with you shortly. So off you go," he said, turning back. Then he frowned and turned back, but the group was already walking away. "And behave!" he called after them, then chuckled to himself. "I can only hope nothing gets broken," he muttered, then sighed and went to clean up the healing room.
Once they had gotten out of Elrond's line of sight and hearing, Avara requested that they take her to a dressing room. Once there, Avara whispered something to the tailor, who grinned and motioned her in. He closed the door, making Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir wait outside. Avara despised the dress she was wearing; it was too cumbersome for her, considering that she had been a slave for more than half of her life, and being a slave, one did not wear dresses. She changed into a pair of leggings, nice fitting pants, and a dark green tunic. The tailor gave her a pair of knee-high doeskin boots that fitted her perfectly, and when she tried to thank him, he waved her away. She braided the front parts of her hair and clipped them together at the back, keeping the rest of her long hair out of her face. When she came out, eyebrows' raised, but she could tell they did not mind what she was wearing. "Do other females here wear the same?" she asked, quite innocently. Elrohir snorted at the thought. "No. They like the dresses they wear. I personally like what you are wearing. I suppose it makes it easier to move around," he answered, and Avara nodded. "Yes it does. I have never worn a dress." here she paused and raised an eyebrow. "At least not voluntarily," she added, and the trio laughed. Suddenly Avara saw Dinfan, who noticed her a split second later and walked over, giving her a hug. "Lle maa quell!" he exclaimed. "I was worried about you, but it is evident that Lord Elrond is a great healer." Avara flushed a little, but she smiled. "Uma, he is," she replied, then turned to the others. "Dinfan, this is Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir," she said, pointing to each one, and Dinfan smiled at each. "They are showing me around Rivendell. Would you like to come with us?" Dinfan hesitated slightly, still not used to the freedom he had, but then he smiled. "I will come. There is much to learn about Rivendell. I would also like to see Glorfindel again." The Twins and Aragorn grinned at each other. This was going to be fun.
Chapter Seven
Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir were rough-housing in the hallway around the healing ward of the extensive and intricate home of theirs. Laughing and shouting, they trio were having a blast. Suddenly a door swung open in the hallway-right in front of their path. Elladan and Elrohir were able to avoid it, but Aragorn slammed right into it, and fell onto the floor, making the twins explode into laughter. Elrond peered around the corner, and had to suppress a chuckle. Aragorn was spread-eagle on the floor, dazed. "My son, you must pay more attention to where you are walking," he said warmly, ignoring the dirty look his son send him, still blinking rapidly to get the stars out of his vision. "It's not my fau." he stopped in mid-sentence when another figure stepped out beside his foster father. The elf maiden was very slender and beautiful, but Aragorn could see the strength in her lithe body. She had long black hair that fell down to her back, and smooth skin that was a bit pale. When he looked into her eyes however, all the warmth he had felt disappeared. Her deep violet eyes seemed cold and distant, and he could see pain reflected in the fiery depths. Then her eyes lit up and she smiled a slow smile that made Aragorn's insides turn to mush. "You must be Estel," she said in a soft fair voice. She turned to the twins, who appeared as awestruck as Aragorn. "You must be Elladan and Elrohir. Your father has said much about you," she said, and Elrond smiled. "Boys, this is Avaralwen." he stopped, for Avara had touched his hand lightly. "Please, call me only Avara," she said, with a slight nod of her head to Elrond. Elrond nodded and cleared his throat. "This is Avara. I want you three to show her around Rivendell, along with her friend Dinfan. He will meet with you shortly. So off you go," he said, turning back. Then he frowned and turned back, but the group was already walking away. "And behave!" he called after them, then chuckled to himself. "I can only hope nothing gets broken," he muttered, then sighed and went to clean up the healing room.
Once they had gotten out of Elrond's line of sight and hearing, Avara requested that they take her to a dressing room. Once there, Avara whispered something to the tailor, who grinned and motioned her in. He closed the door, making Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir wait outside. Avara despised the dress she was wearing; it was too cumbersome for her, considering that she had been a slave for more than half of her life, and being a slave, one did not wear dresses. She changed into a pair of leggings, nice fitting pants, and a dark green tunic. The tailor gave her a pair of knee-high doeskin boots that fitted her perfectly, and when she tried to thank him, he waved her away. She braided the front parts of her hair and clipped them together at the back, keeping the rest of her long hair out of her face. When she came out, eyebrows' raised, but she could tell they did not mind what she was wearing. "Do other females here wear the same?" she asked, quite innocently. Elrohir snorted at the thought. "No. They like the dresses they wear. I personally like what you are wearing. I suppose it makes it easier to move around," he answered, and Avara nodded. "Yes it does. I have never worn a dress." here she paused and raised an eyebrow. "At least not voluntarily," she added, and the trio laughed. Suddenly Avara saw Dinfan, who noticed her a split second later and walked over, giving her a hug. "Lle maa quell!" he exclaimed. "I was worried about you, but it is evident that Lord Elrond is a great healer." Avara flushed a little, but she smiled. "Uma, he is," she replied, then turned to the others. "Dinfan, this is Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir," she said, pointing to each one, and Dinfan smiled at each. "They are showing me around Rivendell. Would you like to come with us?" Dinfan hesitated slightly, still not used to the freedom he had, but then he smiled. "I will come. There is much to learn about Rivendell. I would also like to see Glorfindel again." The Twins and Aragorn grinned at each other. This was going to be fun.