Title: Duty of the Heart
Chapter Title: Bounding 9/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: Meh, the fic in his entity is rated between PG-13 and R, with warning for the R rated chapter.
Disclaimer: How many time must we get through this, we don't and never will own them, sheesh, these lawyers are definitely getting on our nerves…..
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
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Glorfindel rubbed a weary hand over his tired face. Beside him sat the twin sons of Elrond, both rigid with worry and stress. They had decided to search the nearby human villages, to see if Thomas had any living relatives.
This had been Glorfindel's idea since the golden haired elf knew that the small villages around the valley were inhabited by rangers or ranger' family. Besides, it would be good for the twins to get out of Rivendell and actually do something beside pacing in the Hall of Fire.
"Remember, he's five years old. His father was a Ranger who went by the name of Thalion. Both of his parents were killed by Orcs."
The twins hung their heads, sympathy filling their hearts for the one so young who had lost so much. They knew that, although Celebrian had sailed, they would see her again. Thomas did not have that chance.
After Glorfindel bid them good luck and promised that he would send word to them if something was to happen to either Aragorn or Legolas, the twins left for the stables, hoping that they would find someone who knew Thomas.
The balrog slayer watched the twins depart, a trail of dust settling in their wake. The moon was already high in the sky, and the stars twinkled brightly overhead. Silence had fallen; only the soft croaks of frogs and the buzz of insects filled the air.
Taking a deep breath, Glorfindel tried to let the tension leave his body. After a few moments, he turned, but was halted when a scream pierced the air.
"GLORFY!"
Glorfindel didn't wait a second and ran back into the house, heading for Thomas' room.
He had just went through the doorframe when the boy latched onto the elf, nearly sending them both to the ground. Glorfindel tried to pry the boy off of him, to get a look at him, but the boy wouldn't let go of is death grip so the elf sat on the bed and asked him what was wrong.
When the boy's only answer was muffled sobs, Glorfindel asked the boy if he just had a nightmare, which was answered by a slight nod.
The elf sighed a bit, having given up on trying to remove Thomas' arms from around his neck. He really had no experience with children; that was something better left to Elrond. Yet, the elf lord was attending to Estel, and Glorfindel was stuck with Thomas. Not that he was complaining, he just didn't feel as comfortable with the child as someone who had already fathered three elflings and a human.
"Do you wish to talk about it?" He asked slowly, not wanting to push the child too much.
The child nodded then slowly pulled himself a little off of Glorfindel then began to recount his nightmare.
"I was sitting at the table with my parents, we were playing and laughing. Then, without warning, the orcs came into the kitchen and killed my parents. A second after, I wasn't at my home anymore, I was in the woods and all around were you, Elrond, Legolas and Aragorn; they seemed to be sleeping so I went and shook them but none of them woke up, they were all dead, all of them. Then, the orcs came and were about to hit me when I woke up." After saying all of his nightmare in one breath, Thomas began to sob pitifully.
"Aw, child. You are safe here. Aragorn, Legolas, Elrond, and myself are alive." Glorfindel wrapped his arms firmly around the boy, sending as much love and comfort as he could. Thomas wrapped his arms securely around Glorfindel's neck once more, tears dampening the elder elf's shirt.
Glorfindel felt awkward in that situation, but somehow, it just felt right. He didn't really know what to do, so he did what he had sometime done with the twins; he rocked them and sang an elvish lullaby. When the boy was asleep, Glorfindel tucked him in bed, placed a chair by the side of the bed, and sat there, fully intended on staying with the child throughout the night.
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Elrond blinked slowly, waking up from his light doze. Aragorn was curled in his arms, the human's head pillowed on his chest. He smiled, brushing a hand through the dark hair. Throughout the night, Aragorn had called out several times, thrashing about. Elrond feared that the human would cause further damage to himself, so he had held him, soothing him when the nightmares and visions attacked his mind.
The wounds would take a long time to heal; Elrond worried over Estel's hands. If not healed correctly, Estel may never wield a sword or bow again. Something that would crush the young human's heart. Aragorn's body was covered in bandages, the white cloth matching pale skin.
Elrond was jerked out of his thoughts when he felt the young boy stir. The elf Lord could see from the way Estel's pupils were moving behind his eyelids that he was trying to wake up, but somehow couldn't.
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Dark. Pain. Confusion. Aragorn was met with these feelings, swirling about him in a haze of clouds, as he tried to figure out where he was. He somehow felt warm and safe, but those feelings were far off; the pain dominated his body, causing him to shudder violently.
A soft voice intruded on the scene, full of love and comfort. Slowly, little by little, the pain receded, and light battled darkness, until finally, it was bright as day. Cautiously blinking, he opened his eyes, and was met with clear pools of grey and a brilliant smile.
"Welcome back, Estel."
Estel tried to answer but his voice was caught in his throat. He finally managed to croak one word.
"Legolas."
"Legolas is fine Estel, he is in his room with his father." Elrond said while he handed a glass of water to his son.
Elrond remembered the wounds on Aragorn's hands, berating himself. He gently lifted Estel's head, helping him sip the water.
"Not too much, you don't want to make yourself sick." Elrond warned.
After a few more swallows, Estel finally felt as if the desert had moved from his mouth. "Hannon le, ada."
"You are welcome." Elrond said softly. "I've feared for you my son, you nearly didn't make it. It's all my fault; I should have sent help for you." Elrond suddenly said, dropping his head in his hands.
"No it isn't ada, you had no way of knowing what was happening." Aragorn said, raising his voice slightly.
"That is where you are wrong my son." Elrond said while Estel's eyes widened in surprise.
Elrond proceeded to tell Aragorn about the vision he had, and that he hadn't sent warriors as he should have. As the elf lord resumed to ramble on and on about how it was his fault, Estel had had enough and raised his hand to cut his father off.
To be perfectly honest with himself, Aragorn had to admit that he did resent the fact that his father hadn't done a thing. But he couldn't exactly put the blame on him.
"Ada, daro!" Aragorn winced when he shifted, turning to fully face his father. "It was not your fault. Unless you commanded those Orcs to take Legolas and I, you are not to blame. Yes, you could have sent warriors, but they would have never made it on time. You helped us where it counts, and because of that, we are alive."
Aragorn slowly lifted Elrond's face to meet his own, and was surprised when he saw the tears coursing down the elven lords fair skin. Guilt was evident in the old eyes, and suddenly, Aragorn saw every year etched onto his father's face, making the young face look very old.
Slowly, Aragorn wrapped his arms around his father, ignoring his body's complaints and pulled him into a tight hug which Elrond returned gently, careful not to hurt the boy.
Their tender moment was cut short when they heard someone yell from the other room.
"LEGOLAS THRANDUILION YOU ARE NOT GETTING OFF THAT BED"
Quickly followed by:
"WATCH ME!"
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Legolas slid over, slowly trying to get out of bed. Thranduil gritted his teeth, pushing his stubborn son back down.
"You will keep your elf butt in that bed, or so help me, you will be grounded for ten years!"
"I don't care, I'm going to Aragorn." Legolas muttered, trying to fight off the pain and nausea.
It wasn't that Legolas didn't trust his father when he said that Aragorn was safe, he just needed to see for himself.
Legolas had awoken at the same time as Aragorn, and the first thing he did was ask about his human friend. But there had been the reunion with his father and how his father had blamed himself for everything that had happened to Legolas. The prince had then asked angrily if his father was an orc; Thranduil had been taken aback by the question but the point had came across, in no way was the King was responsible for what had happened.
But, Legolas' question about Aragorn was still unanswered and when he asked his father, Thranduil had simply replied that Aragorn was fine. But Legolas would have none of it, there was no way his friend could be fine right now and he had demanded to see for himself, which had brought this whole argument between father and son.
"Look Adar, I'm going to see him whether you like it or not. So you either help me or let me go by myself and risk hurting myself more." Legolas declared.
Thranduil shook his head, but finally complied with his son's demands and helped him get to the young human's room.
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Aragorn looked up as Legolas was half carried into the room and deposited on the side of his bed. Elrond quickly moved to help Thranduil secure the young elf beside Aragorn, chuckling quietly to himself. Thranduil glared at Elrond; 'If looks could kill,' Elrond mused, 'I would be dead on the spot.'
"Thank you, Ada." Legolas said wearily, taking a moment to catch his breath. Opening his eyes once again, he looked at he amused _expression on Aragorn's face, and scowled slightly.
"I see you are fine, human."
"And I see you are faring well."
Legolas laughed lightly, reaching over to embrace his friend. "You had me worried, mellon nin."
"As did you." Aragorn sighed. "I fear we're going to drive our fathers insane."
"No doubt about that." Thranduil murmured while Legolas quietly replied something that sounded oddly like. "Already there."
Aragorn smiled, looking over towards the window. "Ada ... what of Thomas?"
"Thomas will be fine. Glorfindel has sent Elladan and Elrohir out to search for anyone who could be related to him. For the moment, Glorfindel is caring for the boy, and I believe they have become quite attached to each other."
Aragorn nodded, settling back onto the bed. "That's....that's good. Thank him for me." His breathing evened out as he fell asleep, exhaustion taking it's toll on his body.
Legolas shook his head and was about to say something, when Thranduil glared. "You. Rest. Now."
"But-"
Thranduil continued to glare.
"Fine." Legolas settled down beside Aragorn, slowly getting comfortable. Sleep came to him sooner than he would have thought, and he drifted off to a quiet dreamland.
Elrond and Thranduil shared a glance with each other before slowly walking out of the room, softly closing the door.
There had been a lot of improvement in both the human and the elf's health and Elrond had been glad to see that Aragorn's hand, despite his worse fears, had been healing quite well and would heal completely given time. Legolas' hand had also been badly damaged but due to Aragorn's timely treating on them when they had escaped, they would also heal fine which resulted in a very relieved Prince. All of their other injuries were also healing, but there would be a lot of scars left.
Thomas' injury had also healed quite well and after the first two days, he became the bundle of energy he was when Aragorn and Legolas first met him. Which is what brought him and Glorfindel to be sitting in the courtyard despite the fact that the sun hadn't even risen yet.
Their game of wooden soldiers was interrupted by the sound of hooves entering passing through the gate. Both looked up just in time to see two horses pass by. Two rider-less horses. Two rider-less horses that belonged to Elladan and Elrohir.
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Okay, yeah, so...the fic is kind of winding down. A few chapters left. At first, we weren't *really* going to put a cliffie here. But....we can't be that nice! I mean...being evil is too much fun! =D
Eh heh.........eh heh.........
Trin: *Blinks* *looks at angry readers* Right then...*hops on the Andromeda Ascendent, leaves Kar on Black Pearl, flies away to another galaxy*
Kar: *watches as Black Pearl is over run by readers*..................crap
[An Hour Later]
Trin: *looks up from piloting Andromeda* *notices Kar walking in*............
Kar: phase density shifting
Trin: ....oh crap...you know I was just kidding right? Right? You're my best friend Kar! *RUNS LIKE HELL*
Reviews :D
Legolas's fanatical fan girl~ "Let Leggy live?" *blink* But Aragorn is so much better! ;) Yeah, okay, he *might* live. Maybe. We might kill him off later. For the heck of it. Because we're like that. LMAO.
Songbird~ Yes, we need to make them better so we can hurt them again. And again. And again. And again. And aga-...well you get the idea.
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Chapter Title: Bounding 9/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: Meh, the fic in his entity is rated between PG-13 and R, with warning for the R rated chapter.
Disclaimer: How many time must we get through this, we don't and never will own them, sheesh, these lawyers are definitely getting on our nerves…..
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
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Glorfindel rubbed a weary hand over his tired face. Beside him sat the twin sons of Elrond, both rigid with worry and stress. They had decided to search the nearby human villages, to see if Thomas had any living relatives.
This had been Glorfindel's idea since the golden haired elf knew that the small villages around the valley were inhabited by rangers or ranger' family. Besides, it would be good for the twins to get out of Rivendell and actually do something beside pacing in the Hall of Fire.
"Remember, he's five years old. His father was a Ranger who went by the name of Thalion. Both of his parents were killed by Orcs."
The twins hung their heads, sympathy filling their hearts for the one so young who had lost so much. They knew that, although Celebrian had sailed, they would see her again. Thomas did not have that chance.
After Glorfindel bid them good luck and promised that he would send word to them if something was to happen to either Aragorn or Legolas, the twins left for the stables, hoping that they would find someone who knew Thomas.
The balrog slayer watched the twins depart, a trail of dust settling in their wake. The moon was already high in the sky, and the stars twinkled brightly overhead. Silence had fallen; only the soft croaks of frogs and the buzz of insects filled the air.
Taking a deep breath, Glorfindel tried to let the tension leave his body. After a few moments, he turned, but was halted when a scream pierced the air.
"GLORFY!"
Glorfindel didn't wait a second and ran back into the house, heading for Thomas' room.
He had just went through the doorframe when the boy latched onto the elf, nearly sending them both to the ground. Glorfindel tried to pry the boy off of him, to get a look at him, but the boy wouldn't let go of is death grip so the elf sat on the bed and asked him what was wrong.
When the boy's only answer was muffled sobs, Glorfindel asked the boy if he just had a nightmare, which was answered by a slight nod.
The elf sighed a bit, having given up on trying to remove Thomas' arms from around his neck. He really had no experience with children; that was something better left to Elrond. Yet, the elf lord was attending to Estel, and Glorfindel was stuck with Thomas. Not that he was complaining, he just didn't feel as comfortable with the child as someone who had already fathered three elflings and a human.
"Do you wish to talk about it?" He asked slowly, not wanting to push the child too much.
The child nodded then slowly pulled himself a little off of Glorfindel then began to recount his nightmare.
"I was sitting at the table with my parents, we were playing and laughing. Then, without warning, the orcs came into the kitchen and killed my parents. A second after, I wasn't at my home anymore, I was in the woods and all around were you, Elrond, Legolas and Aragorn; they seemed to be sleeping so I went and shook them but none of them woke up, they were all dead, all of them. Then, the orcs came and were about to hit me when I woke up." After saying all of his nightmare in one breath, Thomas began to sob pitifully.
"Aw, child. You are safe here. Aragorn, Legolas, Elrond, and myself are alive." Glorfindel wrapped his arms firmly around the boy, sending as much love and comfort as he could. Thomas wrapped his arms securely around Glorfindel's neck once more, tears dampening the elder elf's shirt.
Glorfindel felt awkward in that situation, but somehow, it just felt right. He didn't really know what to do, so he did what he had sometime done with the twins; he rocked them and sang an elvish lullaby. When the boy was asleep, Glorfindel tucked him in bed, placed a chair by the side of the bed, and sat there, fully intended on staying with the child throughout the night.
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Elrond blinked slowly, waking up from his light doze. Aragorn was curled in his arms, the human's head pillowed on his chest. He smiled, brushing a hand through the dark hair. Throughout the night, Aragorn had called out several times, thrashing about. Elrond feared that the human would cause further damage to himself, so he had held him, soothing him when the nightmares and visions attacked his mind.
The wounds would take a long time to heal; Elrond worried over Estel's hands. If not healed correctly, Estel may never wield a sword or bow again. Something that would crush the young human's heart. Aragorn's body was covered in bandages, the white cloth matching pale skin.
Elrond was jerked out of his thoughts when he felt the young boy stir. The elf Lord could see from the way Estel's pupils were moving behind his eyelids that he was trying to wake up, but somehow couldn't.
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Dark. Pain. Confusion. Aragorn was met with these feelings, swirling about him in a haze of clouds, as he tried to figure out where he was. He somehow felt warm and safe, but those feelings were far off; the pain dominated his body, causing him to shudder violently.
A soft voice intruded on the scene, full of love and comfort. Slowly, little by little, the pain receded, and light battled darkness, until finally, it was bright as day. Cautiously blinking, he opened his eyes, and was met with clear pools of grey and a brilliant smile.
"Welcome back, Estel."
Estel tried to answer but his voice was caught in his throat. He finally managed to croak one word.
"Legolas."
"Legolas is fine Estel, he is in his room with his father." Elrond said while he handed a glass of water to his son.
Elrond remembered the wounds on Aragorn's hands, berating himself. He gently lifted Estel's head, helping him sip the water.
"Not too much, you don't want to make yourself sick." Elrond warned.
After a few more swallows, Estel finally felt as if the desert had moved from his mouth. "Hannon le, ada."
"You are welcome." Elrond said softly. "I've feared for you my son, you nearly didn't make it. It's all my fault; I should have sent help for you." Elrond suddenly said, dropping his head in his hands.
"No it isn't ada, you had no way of knowing what was happening." Aragorn said, raising his voice slightly.
"That is where you are wrong my son." Elrond said while Estel's eyes widened in surprise.
Elrond proceeded to tell Aragorn about the vision he had, and that he hadn't sent warriors as he should have. As the elf lord resumed to ramble on and on about how it was his fault, Estel had had enough and raised his hand to cut his father off.
To be perfectly honest with himself, Aragorn had to admit that he did resent the fact that his father hadn't done a thing. But he couldn't exactly put the blame on him.
"Ada, daro!" Aragorn winced when he shifted, turning to fully face his father. "It was not your fault. Unless you commanded those Orcs to take Legolas and I, you are not to blame. Yes, you could have sent warriors, but they would have never made it on time. You helped us where it counts, and because of that, we are alive."
Aragorn slowly lifted Elrond's face to meet his own, and was surprised when he saw the tears coursing down the elven lords fair skin. Guilt was evident in the old eyes, and suddenly, Aragorn saw every year etched onto his father's face, making the young face look very old.
Slowly, Aragorn wrapped his arms around his father, ignoring his body's complaints and pulled him into a tight hug which Elrond returned gently, careful not to hurt the boy.
Their tender moment was cut short when they heard someone yell from the other room.
"LEGOLAS THRANDUILION YOU ARE NOT GETTING OFF THAT BED"
Quickly followed by:
"WATCH ME!"
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Legolas slid over, slowly trying to get out of bed. Thranduil gritted his teeth, pushing his stubborn son back down.
"You will keep your elf butt in that bed, or so help me, you will be grounded for ten years!"
"I don't care, I'm going to Aragorn." Legolas muttered, trying to fight off the pain and nausea.
It wasn't that Legolas didn't trust his father when he said that Aragorn was safe, he just needed to see for himself.
Legolas had awoken at the same time as Aragorn, and the first thing he did was ask about his human friend. But there had been the reunion with his father and how his father had blamed himself for everything that had happened to Legolas. The prince had then asked angrily if his father was an orc; Thranduil had been taken aback by the question but the point had came across, in no way was the King was responsible for what had happened.
But, Legolas' question about Aragorn was still unanswered and when he asked his father, Thranduil had simply replied that Aragorn was fine. But Legolas would have none of it, there was no way his friend could be fine right now and he had demanded to see for himself, which had brought this whole argument between father and son.
"Look Adar, I'm going to see him whether you like it or not. So you either help me or let me go by myself and risk hurting myself more." Legolas declared.
Thranduil shook his head, but finally complied with his son's demands and helped him get to the young human's room.
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Aragorn looked up as Legolas was half carried into the room and deposited on the side of his bed. Elrond quickly moved to help Thranduil secure the young elf beside Aragorn, chuckling quietly to himself. Thranduil glared at Elrond; 'If looks could kill,' Elrond mused, 'I would be dead on the spot.'
"Thank you, Ada." Legolas said wearily, taking a moment to catch his breath. Opening his eyes once again, he looked at he amused _expression on Aragorn's face, and scowled slightly.
"I see you are fine, human."
"And I see you are faring well."
Legolas laughed lightly, reaching over to embrace his friend. "You had me worried, mellon nin."
"As did you." Aragorn sighed. "I fear we're going to drive our fathers insane."
"No doubt about that." Thranduil murmured while Legolas quietly replied something that sounded oddly like. "Already there."
Aragorn smiled, looking over towards the window. "Ada ... what of Thomas?"
"Thomas will be fine. Glorfindel has sent Elladan and Elrohir out to search for anyone who could be related to him. For the moment, Glorfindel is caring for the boy, and I believe they have become quite attached to each other."
Aragorn nodded, settling back onto the bed. "That's....that's good. Thank him for me." His breathing evened out as he fell asleep, exhaustion taking it's toll on his body.
Legolas shook his head and was about to say something, when Thranduil glared. "You. Rest. Now."
"But-"
Thranduil continued to glare.
"Fine." Legolas settled down beside Aragorn, slowly getting comfortable. Sleep came to him sooner than he would have thought, and he drifted off to a quiet dreamland.
Elrond and Thranduil shared a glance with each other before slowly walking out of the room, softly closing the door.
There had been a lot of improvement in both the human and the elf's health and Elrond had been glad to see that Aragorn's hand, despite his worse fears, had been healing quite well and would heal completely given time. Legolas' hand had also been badly damaged but due to Aragorn's timely treating on them when they had escaped, they would also heal fine which resulted in a very relieved Prince. All of their other injuries were also healing, but there would be a lot of scars left.
Thomas' injury had also healed quite well and after the first two days, he became the bundle of energy he was when Aragorn and Legolas first met him. Which is what brought him and Glorfindel to be sitting in the courtyard despite the fact that the sun hadn't even risen yet.
Their game of wooden soldiers was interrupted by the sound of hooves entering passing through the gate. Both looked up just in time to see two horses pass by. Two rider-less horses. Two rider-less horses that belonged to Elladan and Elrohir.
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Okay, yeah, so...the fic is kind of winding down. A few chapters left. At first, we weren't *really* going to put a cliffie here. But....we can't be that nice! I mean...being evil is too much fun! =D
Eh heh.........eh heh.........
Trin: *Blinks* *looks at angry readers* Right then...*hops on the Andromeda Ascendent, leaves Kar on Black Pearl, flies away to another galaxy*
Kar: *watches as Black Pearl is over run by readers*..................crap
[An Hour Later]
Trin: *looks up from piloting Andromeda* *notices Kar walking in*............
Kar: phase density shifting
Trin: ....oh crap...you know I was just kidding right? Right? You're my best friend Kar! *RUNS LIKE HELL*
Reviews :D
Legolas's fanatical fan girl~ "Let Leggy live?" *blink* But Aragorn is so much better! ;) Yeah, okay, he *might* live. Maybe. We might kill him off later. For the heck of it. Because we're like that. LMAO.
Songbird~ Yes, we need to make them better so we can hurt them again. And again. And again. And again. And aga-...well you get the idea.
Nilbrethiliel~ Yes, don't treat Trin too bad. Trin rules. She's the coolest. eh heh..j/k...and who would want to join Sauron when we have taken over the Void and Hell? >=)