Authors note: Thankyou to all my reviewers! Glad you like my story.
*gives out chocolates to reviewers* This chapter
should be less sad than the last one. Mainly because I've
already killed of Arathorn and don't need to kill him
again. Again I would like to
remind you that I can't spell. And I will add to that my grammar defiantly
isn't even close to perfect. Despite how many times I was taught it at school.
But then again all my grammar
lessons were pretty much: this is a noun, this is a verb etc.
Anyway I'll shut up now and get on with my story.
Disclaimer: I don't own any
character in this story etc. I don't own any off the words either including
"and". (It got taken off me). What I do own is a dog, a rabbit, 2 cats and my
own insanity!
Chapter 2: Elrond
Eventually Aragorn had fallen asleep and Elrond had been able to carry him into the guestroom of his house. Named "The house of Elrond" for some strange reason. It was getting late now and most of Rivendell were in beds. There were still lights on at the inn however and a few elves, men and dwarfs wandering around.
The man who had been with the boy
was been taken care of by the healing staff. Though already dead, they had to
cast various spells to stop his body rotting. It had been decided to give him a elven funeral which was normally
given to those elves who had fallen in battle. Unless off course the boy knew
of some humans who would want to give him a funeral traditional of his species.
Though Elrond wasn't expecting there to be any, because just one look at his
clothes told that he was a ranger, and few humans actually understood and
accepted rangers. However this meant that both he and the boy were of the dunedane, the old kings of men. Either way, his body needed
reserving.
Elrond looked up at the stars
and decided that it was best to leave finding out who
the boy and man were until the morning. So he headed to his rooms and went to
sleep.
The nest morning Elrond was
woken up by a knock on his door. Being a elf he had no
trouble getting up and went straight to his door. Opening it he found one of
his sons at the door. Automatically Elrond was worried. It was unusual for his
twin sons to be seen apart.
"Elladan needs your help" Said
Elohir looking at his father. "He's in the infirmary with some guy covered in
red spots. I'm so glad us elves can't get diseases as it's so disgusting" he
continued. Elrond looked at him disapprovingly. "What it is" He said in defence.
"Maybe so, but you don't need
to comment on it" said Elrond glaring at his son.
"I know" said Elohir smiling
cheekily. "But you look so funny when annoyed!" Elrond glared at his son again,
then releasing this was exactly what his son wanted he sighed.
"Tell your brother I will be
with him as soon as I have got dressed"
"Why do I always have to play
messenger" whined Elohir. But one look at his fathers face shut him up. "Fine,
I'll go tell him" and with that he headed towards the infirmary. Elrond shook
his head and watched his son before heading back into his room. "Where did I go
wrong?" he said to himself as he started to get dressed.
Elohir walked down the corridor
to he got to the nearest elf. "Can you do me a favour?" he asked her sweetly. Smiling at her.
"It depends" she said smiling.
"I just need someone to go to
the infirmary to tell my brother that Elrond will be with him shortly" he said
smiling at her again. He was quite the flirt when it got him his own way.
"I was heading that way myself"
said the female elf smiling back, honoured that the son of Lord Elrond was
actually even talking to her.
"Thankyou
so much" said Elohir. Walking of towards the kitchens
grinning. "Well there's my jobs done, time for breackfast!"
he said to no one in particular. Talking to himself,
obviously was a trait that he had picked up from his father.
Elrond walked into the infirmary
to see his son busy with the sick human. Everything was in order and Elrond
wondered why his son had called for him.
"Well?" He said looking at his
son pointedly.
"I just wanted to check with
you that I'm doing this right" said Elladan to his father. "After all this is
the first time I've been allowed to cure something serious by myself." Elrond
smiled at his son.
"I'm sure you've done
everything right" said Elrond smiling at his son. "After all look who taught
you!" Elrond checked over the patient and nodded his head. "Yeah he will be
fine in a day or too. You did well" Elladan smiled.
"Then I am glad" he replied.
"Off course you did well" said
Erestor walking into the infirmary. "You obviously take after your father when
it comes to healing talent."
"Lord Erestor, what are you
doing here, I though you hated the infirmary" said Elrond looking at his
advisor enquiringly.
"Remember the boy from last
night?" said Erestor,
"How could I forget?" asked
Elrond smiling.
"He is awake and asking for
you" said Erestor. "I left him in the kitchens with Elohir eating breakfast."
"Well I have finished here,
and am interested in finding out who he is" replied
Elrond "will you join me?" he asked Erestor.
"off
course." Said Erestor. Heading out
towards the kitchens. With Elrond close behind.
Elladan looked after the two men. Then glanced at the guy who
he was healing.
'If Elohir gets to be there, I
do too' he decided heading after his father. Leaving the sick man in the hands
of the healing staff..
To be continued… with the boys identity.
(If you haven't already guessed. It is kind of obvious)
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