Chapter 7
Still in the Houses of Healing, year 3029
Recorded by Legolas Greenleaf, named Eldarion's scribe.
Suilad,
Ada is waking now, mommy said that he would be sore so I am not allowed to jump on the bed or anything like that.
I was kinda sad at first, but now I see why.
Daddy moans every so often if I move to much and he looks like one of Glorfie's balrog friends played with him.
Oh! Uncle Legolas just told me that they were not Uncle Glorfie's friends and never to talk about them again in front of Glorfie.
I don't think it would matter since he has locked himself in his bed chambers again.
He went back in after coming to check on daddy, today when I was practicing archery with Uncle Legolas, I somehow shot into the room that he was in.
Glorfie limped out and went straight to his room, closing the door behind him.
I told him I was sorry, but he does not seem to be in there, Ada told me he is very powerful, maybe he did a magic trick and disappeared.
I thought about, once daddy wakes up, going to the north wall and climbing up into his room through the balcony. No telling Nana uncle Leggy!
Oh, Daddy is awake. Uncle Legolas will take it from here.
Written in the observation of Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood:
Eldarion crawls up to his father and looks into the pained silver eyes.
The lad pokes his finger into one cheek, slightly afraid. I know why he fears, I can see it too.
But no, Aragorn coughs and his breaths come out in weary gasps, but it slowly goes back to normal and he smiles at his son, who now sits by him in the bed.
I watched as Aragorn pulls his son gently and lets him lay beside him, closing his eyes for a moment to rebuild any strength he has already lost.
The Child lays his curly dark head upon his father's dark arm and with what strength he has, Estel squeezes him softly.
Eldarion giggles lightly and snuggled his face into his father's bandaged chest, careful not to hurt his side anymore than it already hurts, and it does hurt. I can see it in Strider's anguished gaze.
"I love you Ada." he whispers in his father's ear, Aragorn chuckles and squeezes him again.
"And I love you, my little Eldarion." the older man realizes how raw his voice is, Eldarion does also and grabs a glass of water from the bedside table.
"Here Daddy, drink this." he puts the glass to his father's lips and smiled when Aragorn drinks all of it. "That better?" he asks snuggling back into his father's warm embrace.
"Much." the king of Gondor whispers while running a hand through his son's curls.
Getting up, I leave the scribing to Glorfindel, who has reappeared with a heavy limp.
Legolas makes his way to Aragorn, smiling wearily as he does so.
"You better get well soon ranger?" the prince of Mirkwood threatens placing a hand upon Eldarion's raven head. "I have had to care for your son all week."
"Ah." the man sighs turning his head when I come closer. "Are you limping Glorfindel?"
Sighing I am going to set the diary down now, for little Eldarion is asleep and he would probably not want us writing after he is not in it. Typical six year old.
Written by Glorfindel and Legolas Greenleaf; the faithful scribes of Eldarion son of Elessar, King of Gondor and Arnor.
So that was more mush than funny. It was cute though. I like Eldarion and Aragorn moments, they are so cute!!!! Ok, well R&R! No FLAMES!!!!!!
Well Araphin , Aragorn is on the mend, and yes, Eldarion does need to learn his vocab, or maybe I do. Hehe.
Thanks Azla! That was a compliment even though you could not write much. I am glad you like the 'vocal-cattle-berry'
Yes Grumpy, poor, poor Glorfindel. And no, it was a few of the orcs that are left on Middle-Earth. They were a little more outgoing than they should have been.
Thanks Moismiley! And I was happy to review ur fic!!! I am honored!!!!!
Ok, so that is all for now, I must go and do school!! B-bye for now!!!!
P.S. My fan fiction contest is still up!!! If you have not entered, want to enter, ort want to check it out. I would be very excited if any of you entered it!!!!
