Title: Imprisoned by Elves Chapter Two
Author: Adria Skye
E-Mail: adriasemailaddress@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the snow, but if you want that, by all means . . .
Rated: Hmmmmm . . . for now PG. I don't think it will get worse than that.
Summary: Immediately following the events of Snowed In. And, uh, I'm not doing very much explaining, so. . . . I suggest you read Snowed In.
Elvish used in this fic: Ada - dad
Feedback: Of course. The more I get, the faster I write. . . .
"Aragorn," The two friends stood in the barn packing a few last minute supplies. "Are you sure you're up to this? You know how your colds get sometimes. . . ."
Aragorn sighed. First it had been his father, then Elladan, now Legolas. "I'm fine," He winced. That has come out a little more sharply than he had wanted it to. He cinched the saddle on his horse tighter and rolled his eyes in irritation. He turned around, leaned on his horse's saddle, and looked at his friend. "Legolas, I'm sorry. But I'm fine." In truth, he did not feel one hundred percent but was not about to tell his friend that. Aragorn inwardly shuddered at the consequences of that action. His father would first reprimand him for not telling him sooner, then would send him up to this bed. He would have stay there until the elven lord decided to give him a clean bill of health. But before that could be accomplished Aragorn would be forced to ingest all types of his elven father's vile herbal concoctions and teas. Aragorn had long ago decided that when it came to colds it just did not pay to have an elven healer for a father. He continued. "I know what I'm doing."
A rather undignified snort came from around the corner of the barn. Elrohir's head appeared. "That would be a first." He had only caught the tail end of the conversation. He turned serious. "Estel, are you sure you want to go with us, I mean-"
Aragorn cut him off before he could go any further. "If I hear that comment ONE more time, I swear the being who utters it will be in bed for a week. Hunting trip or no."
Elrohir moved closer to the other elf. "Listen to him Legolas," Elrohir commented drily as if the human were not standing three feet away from him. "He's definitely sick. He's already cranky."
"Well, maybe he's not sick," Legolas bantered. "I mean, if he's cold, he gets cranky. If he's tired, he gets cranky. If he's-" "We get your point," Elladan now appeared. "But I must agree, I'm not sure he's fully well." He started advancing on his foster brother. "Maybe we should have Ada check him out before we leave."
Aragorn growled in frustration and retreated when he remembered he had forgotten to pack rope. Last time he had forgotten rope, he had been stranded on a 300 foot high precipice above a rather swift river for four hours while his brothers attempted to find enough vine that when tied together would create an approximately thirty foot long rope so they could lower it down to him and haul him back up. Only to have Elladan end up falling to the same ledge in the process. Needless to say, he had never forgotten rope after that.
Elladan continued as if he had never been interrupted in the first place. "I'm serious. You know how humans can catch colds in damp weather. If he ends up soaked because it starts snowing again and catches pneumonia because of it, I do not want to have to explain it to Ada."
"Well I'm serious too, brother," Elrohir said. "And I say that if we don't leave now, Ada's not going to let us go at all. Besides, we'll stick close to Imladris and if Estel starts getting sicker, we'll take him home."
Elladan pondered his twin's statement for a moment, then nodded his head. Aragorn chose this moment to appear. "It's quiet, that's never a good sign. What are you three plotting?" He asked as he stashed his rope in one of his saddlebags. When his companions didn't answer, he shook his head. "Come on, Ada might remember the snow hasn't melted and he won't let me out of the house if we don't leave NOW."
The elves all murmured their agreements and four set out.
*****
"Well, that was productive," Aragorn commented drily. All they had caught were enough snow hares to have for dinner. The said rabbits were currently being roasted by Legolas over their campfire.
"It would have been more so if Elladan's horse had not scared that flock of birds," Elrohir complained. "I had a perfectly good shot at a few of them before they started disappearing."
"That was not my fault, brother," Elladan said.
"It was your horse," Elrohir reasoned. "Therefore, it was your fault,"
"It is not my responsibility to steer my mount around every single twig, branch, and leaf in our path," Elladan argued. "Besides if you had not been scared by that spider that you found in our packed lunch and screeched, then Legolas and I could have gotten two more rabbits. Large ones too."
"I did not 'screech!'"
"Yes, you did brother."
"Not so," Elrohir looked to Legolas for help. He shook his head. Aragorn was next.
"Do not get me involved in this one, Elrohir. Besides you did sound rather feminine. . . ." Aragorn ducked as Elrohir threw a twig at him.
"I will get you back for that, Estel."
Aragorn dropped the subject and became quiet. Elrohir continued to bicker with Elladan in the background. Because of the snow, they would have to construct a flet in a nearby tree and sleep above the ground tonight. And he was not very fond of heights. He hoped Elrohir would either forget what he had threatened or wait until later to carry it out.
SOOOOO . . .What did you all think? Hmm? Wellllll, I guess you will just have to LEAVE ME A REVIEW and see if I write the next chapter any faster . . .
Author: Adria Skye
E-Mail: adriasemailaddress@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the snow, but if you want that, by all means . . .
Rated: Hmmmmm . . . for now PG. I don't think it will get worse than that.
Summary: Immediately following the events of Snowed In. And, uh, I'm not doing very much explaining, so. . . . I suggest you read Snowed In.
Elvish used in this fic: Ada - dad
Feedback: Of course. The more I get, the faster I write. . . .
"Aragorn," The two friends stood in the barn packing a few last minute supplies. "Are you sure you're up to this? You know how your colds get sometimes. . . ."
Aragorn sighed. First it had been his father, then Elladan, now Legolas. "I'm fine," He winced. That has come out a little more sharply than he had wanted it to. He cinched the saddle on his horse tighter and rolled his eyes in irritation. He turned around, leaned on his horse's saddle, and looked at his friend. "Legolas, I'm sorry. But I'm fine." In truth, he did not feel one hundred percent but was not about to tell his friend that. Aragorn inwardly shuddered at the consequences of that action. His father would first reprimand him for not telling him sooner, then would send him up to this bed. He would have stay there until the elven lord decided to give him a clean bill of health. But before that could be accomplished Aragorn would be forced to ingest all types of his elven father's vile herbal concoctions and teas. Aragorn had long ago decided that when it came to colds it just did not pay to have an elven healer for a father. He continued. "I know what I'm doing."
A rather undignified snort came from around the corner of the barn. Elrohir's head appeared. "That would be a first." He had only caught the tail end of the conversation. He turned serious. "Estel, are you sure you want to go with us, I mean-"
Aragorn cut him off before he could go any further. "If I hear that comment ONE more time, I swear the being who utters it will be in bed for a week. Hunting trip or no."
Elrohir moved closer to the other elf. "Listen to him Legolas," Elrohir commented drily as if the human were not standing three feet away from him. "He's definitely sick. He's already cranky."
"Well, maybe he's not sick," Legolas bantered. "I mean, if he's cold, he gets cranky. If he's tired, he gets cranky. If he's-" "We get your point," Elladan now appeared. "But I must agree, I'm not sure he's fully well." He started advancing on his foster brother. "Maybe we should have Ada check him out before we leave."
Aragorn growled in frustration and retreated when he remembered he had forgotten to pack rope. Last time he had forgotten rope, he had been stranded on a 300 foot high precipice above a rather swift river for four hours while his brothers attempted to find enough vine that when tied together would create an approximately thirty foot long rope so they could lower it down to him and haul him back up. Only to have Elladan end up falling to the same ledge in the process. Needless to say, he had never forgotten rope after that.
Elladan continued as if he had never been interrupted in the first place. "I'm serious. You know how humans can catch colds in damp weather. If he ends up soaked because it starts snowing again and catches pneumonia because of it, I do not want to have to explain it to Ada."
"Well I'm serious too, brother," Elrohir said. "And I say that if we don't leave now, Ada's not going to let us go at all. Besides, we'll stick close to Imladris and if Estel starts getting sicker, we'll take him home."
Elladan pondered his twin's statement for a moment, then nodded his head. Aragorn chose this moment to appear. "It's quiet, that's never a good sign. What are you three plotting?" He asked as he stashed his rope in one of his saddlebags. When his companions didn't answer, he shook his head. "Come on, Ada might remember the snow hasn't melted and he won't let me out of the house if we don't leave NOW."
The elves all murmured their agreements and four set out.
*****
"Well, that was productive," Aragorn commented drily. All they had caught were enough snow hares to have for dinner. The said rabbits were currently being roasted by Legolas over their campfire.
"It would have been more so if Elladan's horse had not scared that flock of birds," Elrohir complained. "I had a perfectly good shot at a few of them before they started disappearing."
"That was not my fault, brother," Elladan said.
"It was your horse," Elrohir reasoned. "Therefore, it was your fault,"
"It is not my responsibility to steer my mount around every single twig, branch, and leaf in our path," Elladan argued. "Besides if you had not been scared by that spider that you found in our packed lunch and screeched, then Legolas and I could have gotten two more rabbits. Large ones too."
"I did not 'screech!'"
"Yes, you did brother."
"Not so," Elrohir looked to Legolas for help. He shook his head. Aragorn was next.
"Do not get me involved in this one, Elrohir. Besides you did sound rather feminine. . . ." Aragorn ducked as Elrohir threw a twig at him.
"I will get you back for that, Estel."
Aragorn dropped the subject and became quiet. Elrohir continued to bicker with Elladan in the background. Because of the snow, they would have to construct a flet in a nearby tree and sleep above the ground tonight. And he was not very fond of heights. He hoped Elrohir would either forget what he had threatened or wait until later to carry it out.
SOOOOO . . .What did you all think? Hmm? Wellllll, I guess you will just have to LEAVE ME A REVIEW and see if I write the next chapter any faster . . .