Chap2 - Birthday fun.

Disclaimer - as far as I know my name is not Tolkien and I do not own any recognisable characters or places or plot lines. They belong to Mr Genius Tolkien.

A/N - sorry it took so long to update this. I have actually had this chapter written for ages I could just never find the time to getting round to posting. Well, here it is.

Aragorn stood before Elrond in Imladris, Elrond had never been so glad that someone didn't know who they were. True Aragorn knew his name and his parents, but he didn't know that he was the Heir of Isildur. The boy stood there, looking so pathetic, his head drooped staring intently at the floor.

"Aragorn, here you will have an elvish name. It will be Estel. You will also have to learn how to speak elvish." Elrond sighed. He didn't know how to comfort the child. He had experienced death before, but it was so long ago now the memory had almost faded. "I'm very sorry about your family and friends. I know you miss them dreadfully, but, if I can, I'll try to make you feel like you have a family here, and I hope that one day, you'll call this place home."

Aragorn merely nodded, but why must he be given a new name? At least knew a little elvish already because his mother's companion had been an elf and elvish was often spoken in his home. Lord Elrond asked Elladan and Elrohir to show the child his bedroom. When they were there they told him that their father would come and see him soon but had to attend to other matters now. Aragorn sat down on the bed and waited for Lord Elrond. Staring out of the window he saw the beauties of Imladris. Some day, though he didn't realise it, he would call this place home, and its occupant's, his family.

Six years later Aragorn sat in the same place, gazing out of the window, only now he was happy. Calling Elrond's family his own, and Imladris his home. Today was his eighth birthday. Someone would come up for him soon to lead him to the party; he sighed happily. Imladris had many good memories, yes it had some bad ones, but they were few. Eight years old. Compared to an elf he was a baby, but not so in mans' years. True, he was still but a young child for his race, but he was growing up quickly and loved to learn. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Estel?"

It was Lord Glorfindal. He was like an uncle to the young human. Aragorn smiled and got up.

"Coming Aglar."

"I thought I told you not to call me that." Said Glorfindal, slightly annoyed.

"Call you what Aglar?" Aragorn asked, moving out of the room.

"Stop it!" Glorfindal was really getting angry with Aragorn about the 'Aglar' business.

"Stop what Aglar?"

"Calling me that!"

"Calling you what Aglar?"

This continued all the way to the party where Glorfindal ran out of patience.

"Estel, if you don't stop calling me that-"

"Calling you what Aglar?"

"STOP IT!"

"Aglar?"

It was Elladan. Glorfindal groaned, he would never hear the end off this now, and judging by the grin on Aragorn's face, that had been precisely what the young one had wanted!

"Actually, I think it's a good name, Aglar." Elrohir told Glorfindal.

"Would the three of you-"

"Heru Aglar. Don't loose your temper. It is Estel's birthday after all."

"Now don't you start calling me that Elrond."

"I didn't call you that, I called you Heru Aglar. Anyway, come greet the guests Estel."

"Coming."

King Thranduil had come from Mirkwood with his son, Legolas. Aegnor and Gelion had remained in Mirkwood to govern it.

"I think the name Aglar suits you Heru Glorfindal. But Aglar Malthenfin sounds better." Legolas said.

Glorfindal glared at him but the twins grinned and Elladan said,

"The prince of pranks strikes again."

Legolas stuck his tongue out at Elladan and asked, "I don't have to sit beside the gruesome twosome at dinner do I?"

"Legolas." Thranduil said, frowning, "that was rude. Apologise."

"No Thranduil," Elrond said with a small smile, "They started it."

"That doesn't give Legolas the right to-"

"Calm down, it doesn't matter, not today anyway. But I'm sure my boys will pay Legolas back tomorrow."

"Let them try." Thranduil said smiling now.

Soon the company was seated for dinner, chatting merrily as they ate. The twins were deep in conversation, no doubt planning how to get back at Legolas. They were friends with him, the three of them just liked pulling pranks on one another. Legolas was talking to Aragorn and Thranduil to Elrond and Glorfindal. The food was marvellous and they all enjoyed it very much.

Once the party was over Elrond and Thranduil went to the library to discuss the future, Elladan and Elrohir were wandering about aimlessly, Aragorn was following them as quietly as he could and Legolas was nowhere to be seen. The twins knew that Aragorn was following them and had decided exactly what to do. When they reached a place where a passage branched off from the one they were walking down Elrohir pointed down it and said they should go to the gardens. Elladan shook his head and pointing down the passage they were following and said the should go to the waterfalls. They argued until Aragorn jumped on them, but as he did the twins whirled around and caught him. Holding him above their heads they scolded him.

"How many times must we tell you Estel," Elladan said impatiently, "It is impossible to sneak up on-" He broke off with a yelp and Elrohir cried out too because someone or something had just pulled on their hair. They threw Aragorn into the air and whirled around again, only to have Legolas push between them trying to catch Aragorn.

"Estel!" Legolas had yelled when the twins threw him.

Catching Aragorn, Legolas had turned around and said to the twins, "You were saying?"

The twins glared at the pair of them and Elrohir said quietly,

"You'll pay for that Thranduilion."

Legolas had used Aragorn to distract them. With a grin the offending prince had turned and ran off, still carrying Aragorn.

"Can't catch me!" he called cheekily over his shoulder.

With that, the twins ran after him. The chase lasted twenty minutes before they ran into (quite literally) Elrond and Thranduil. Legolas fell over with the impact and toppled into the twins making them fall over. As they fell, Elladan and Elrohir both grabbed a curtain, pulling them down and Aragorn rolled over all of them onto the floor. In unison Elrond and Thranduil folded their arms against their chests and sighed, frowning.

"What exactly is going on." Elrond asked exasperatedly.

"Um," the twins glanced at each other, wondering what to say.

A/N - the Aglar thing, I was just going to have Aragorn calling him Glory but then for some reason I thought 'why don't I put it into Elvish, it might sound good. Does it? Reading it over I find it a bit odd but I've left it.

Translations

Heru - lord

Aglar - Glory

Malthenfin - Golden hair

Replies To Reviews:

Nellas: Yes, the last chapter was sad. Interesting simile though. Thanks for the compliment, and you can stop begging now. Enjoy!

Daw the minstrel: Yeah, I think poor Aragorn pretty much sums it up. I feel a bit mean about making him lose everything. Elrond really will have his hands full though, even when Aragorn does settle in. Hope you like this chapter too!