Review Responses:
Lizzybelle: I'm glad you like it. I'm not entirely sure how to delete a chapter. I think you have to REPLACE it with something.
CheerCheerBubblegum: Don't worry, I wont hit you. Lol. I know that she wasn't dead, but for this storyline, I thought it was better. It IS fan fiction, so I change the parts I need to fit. I just like it better when it's just Elrond as the parent for now.
Eph: I hope you enjoy this chapter too! Thanks for the review!
Grumpy: The title IS very fitting, isn't it? I'm glad you approve! ( Thanks!
ArwenGranger: Thanks for the review!
Naru: Slightly shorter chapters are easier because it means I can update more often, but I'll try to make it bigger. My grammar is fine, thanks for the thought. And I am always careful about putting modern language in. You won't find it in this story. Thanks for your review!
Leggylover03: I'm glad you like it! I will try and update quickly. I like your stories as well (I am currently reading 'Never Tell', and loving it.) Keep up the good work!
Dragon Confused: Thanks bunches! And I'm glad you like it! ( Keep reviewing!
Racer38: I'll do my best! Thanks for the review!
Amy: As I said to another review, I do know that Gilraen did not die. But it fit best with my plot. After all, it is fan fiction. Thanks for the review, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
Elven Kitten: Glad you liked it! Keep up the reviews please!
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Two Left Feet
By: BabeyRachey
Chapter Two
Estel sat on his bed plucking listlessly at the quilt with his good hand. Elrohir stood near-by, gazing wordlessly out the window. Letting out a soft sigh, Estel looked down at his finger. The bleeding had slowed considerably, though it was beginning to ache even more fiercely.
Though he tried not to show it, the boy was becoming steadily more nervous. What were 'stitches'? Would it hurt? Estel remembered Elrohir's face when they heard he needed them.
The two turned as Elrond came into the room carrying his healing satchel and some bandages. Gulping down his fear, Estel shifted himself so he was more comfortable.
"What are you going to do, Ada?"" he inquired.
Elrond looked at his youngest son fondly. "We have to give you stitches." The elf lord replied, sounding apologetic. "That way it will heal properly without scarring too badly."
Estel nodded, though he was still confused. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Elrond pull out a needle and thread out of his satchel, along with some kind of herb.
"Ada, what is that for?" He asked, unable to keep the trepidation out of his voice.
Elrond gave a soft sigh. "So I can stitch together your cut, Estel." He answered patiently. Estel's face turned into a panicked expression. "Y-You mean you are going to SEW my f-finger back together?"
Elrond just nodded as he threaded the needle. Estel stared to rise but Elrohir pushed him lightly back. "It needs to be done, Estel. It won't take very long, and you won't even feel it." Knowing trying to get past his brother was impossible, in his current state, Estel laid back on the pillows, tears of frustration and fear gathering in the corners of his eyes.
Sympathetic, Elrohir sat down beside him. He had stitches several times from his brother's and his antics, and they were never very pleasant.
Taking Estel's hand gently, Elrond rubbed some of the herb around the wound. Immediately, Estel felt the pain diminish. "What was that?" he asked, unable to help his curiosity. "Rhodriim, It numbs the flesh almost completely when used properly." Elrond replied with a small smile.
Estel almost smiled with relief until he realized what his father had said. "ALMOST completely?" His voice squeaked out.
Elrond sighed. His son would have noticed that one little detail. Choosing not to reply, the elf lord shifted his grip on the boy's hand, steadying it.
Estel gave a yelp of pain and surprise when he felt the needle puncture the skin, the sharp sting making him squirm.
"Hold still, Estel!" Lord Elrond said sharply.
Willing back tears, Estel lay quietly as Lord Elrond quickly and efficiently finished stitching the wound. After his finger was bandaged, Estel moved to leave, but his father stopped him with one look.
"What?" Estel inquired, confused. Wasn't he finished?
Elrohir rolled his eyes. "He needs to look at your feet."
Estel's eyes widened. He had forgotten, in all the fuss with his other injury. Now reminded, he felt the sting in his feet return.
Elrond lifted each of the child's feet, inspecting them in turn.
"Well," He said finally, "Nothing serious, but it may be painful to walk on for a day or two." Estel groaned; he didn't need things to be even more difficult.
The elf lord quickly and expertly put a healing salve on the boy's cuts and bandaged them.
"Now," He said when he was finished, "I don't want you getting up for a little while yet. You will only aggravate the wounds more. Is that understood?"
Estel scowled, but nodded, knowing it would be fruitless to debate otherwise. Elrond barely held back a chuckle. He knew how much Estel hated being confined, even if only for a short period of time.
"Not for very long, nin ion. Only for a couple of hours, then someone will have to bring you to dinner." He said gently, hoping to keep the boy from trying to escape in sheer boredom.
Estel rolled his eyes, but nodded. Now he just wanted to be alone! His hopes were dashed, however, when Lord Elrond spoke up again.
"Elrohir can stay with you to entertain you." Elrohir looked up, surprised. "But Ada-" he started to protest. Elrond quieted him with one level look. "I'll send in Elladan too when I find him."
Slightly mollified, Elrohir sat down next to Estel on the bed. Estel winced inwardly, and did not meet the elf's eyes. If Elrohir did not want to stay, why should he? 'I'm nothing but a boring human.' Estel thought.
The two sat in uncomfortable silence as Elrond left.
"So," Elrohir said finally, "Would you like to play a game?"
Estel turned his head and met the elf's gaze levelly. "What game?" Like it or not, his interest was piqued. He always liked playing games, and ones his brothers invented were usually fun.
Elrohir thought for a moment, smiling slightly.
"How about this; you close your eyes and listen to me as I move about the room. Using your hearing skills, you try and guess where I am. How does that sound, tithen gwador?"
Estel didn't even have to think before nodding. Any chance to play anything with his brothers was welcome, and he was sure he could do well enough to please Elrohir. That is all he ever wanted to do. Though, he felt, he rarely succeeded.
Elrohir grinned as Estel willingly closed his eyes, his face an expression of utmost concentration.
Rising, Elrohir made a little more noise than normal, knowing that Estel's human hearing was not as adept as his own elven sense.
Estel listened carefully as the slightly scuffling feet wandered around the room, when they stopped, he smiled.
"You are standing by the closet door." He stated firmly, daring to hope that he was correct.
Elrohir looked to the left, where the door was only a foot or so away.
"Very good, Estel!" he praised, glad that his brother had learned the techniques that he and Elladan had been teaching him.
Estel opened his eyes, grinning brightly. "Again?" The seven-year-old inquired. At Elrohir's nod, Estel once again closed his eyes.
The game went on for several more turns, with Estel picking exactly or close to the spot the elf was each time. By the time Elladan came by, both of them were brimming with pride. Estel filled with his success at tracking the sound and Elrohir with his success in teaching his brother.
"What are you plotting now?" Elladan inquired, spotting the wide grins on each of their faces.
"Nothing." Elrohir said truthfully. "Estel and I were just working his magnificent tracking techniques!"
Elladan smiled at his little brother's joy. It had always seemed few things made their brother happy, but being good at an elven sport was one of them.
"Magnificent?" Elladan said in a teasing voice. "Is that all?"
Estel giggled. "We were playing a game, and I found 'Ro each time!" he announced proudly.
Elladan grinned as well, walking over to sit next to the boy on the bed. "Now, is anyone going to tell me why Adar is making all of us stay up here?"
Immediately Estel's face fell, and he looked at his hands. Elladan then noticed the bandages on Estel's hand and feet. His eyes widened slightly.
"What did you do tithen pen?" His protectiveness for his brother clear in his voice, the concern hidden but a little better. He was not one to openly show so many emotions, but Estel seemed to bring them out in him.
"I-I fell." Estel said softly, flushing in shame. "And I broke one of the vases in the library. I didn't mean too. I tried to clean it up, and cut my hands and feet. Ada had to stitch it." He said gesturing to his hand.
Elladan, sympathetic, tilted Estel's face up so he could look him in the eye. Gently wiping a stray tear away with his thumb, he smiled.
"No need to fret so, tithen gwador. We have too many ceramics littering this house anyway. I am just sorry to see you hurt over such a menial thing."
Estel smiled back at him, feeling slightly relieved, but still highly inferior. Elladan sat their, all poise and grace, next to him, a clumsy little edan child.
Elladan, sensing the child's depressed mood, decided to lighten it. Sure it may be at the expense of his own twin, but sacrifices must be made.
"Estel, would you like to hear a story about when Elrohir broke one of Ada's highly prized porcelain statues?"
Estel nodded excitedly, while Elrohir froze. "Elladan!" He hissed, sounding slightly disbelieving. Elladan ignored him, however, and kept his attention on the boy.
"You see, it was a long time ago. I say we were about the equivalent of twelve years old in human years. Elrohir and I had finished our lessons, and were heading out to the archery fields to practice. Elrohir dared me to sneak into Ada's study and get some chocolates."
Estel gasped and stared wide-eyed at his brother. "Ada's SPECIAL chocolate?" Elladan chuckled and nodded. Elrohir stood near-by, seething quietly. He didn't protest only because it had gotten Estel's mind off what had happened earlier that day.
"Yes, Ada's special chocolate. I, however, was not so easily persuaded. I knew how much trouble I would get into, and I knew that Elrohir knew as well. When I stubbornly desisted, he began walking in front of me, backwards mind you, and started taunting me. He was calling me chicken, and a weakling among other things."
Estel gaped at his brother, hanging on to every word.
"During his taunting, he failed to notice the stair coming up behind him." Estel gasped. "And in his . . . inattentiveness, he stumbled and fell all the way down the stairs, crashing ungraciously into the pedestal which held Adar's favorite porcelain figurine."
Estel began giggling, picturing a disgruntled Elrohir tumbling down the stairs. "Was Ada angry?" he asked.
Elladan grinned, and even Elrohir smiled at the memory. "Yes, he was. After he finished sewing up Elrohir's forehead, which is what the figurine had broken upon."
Estel turned wide-eyed to the younger twin.
"You had to get stitched too?"
Elrohir grinned, unable to suppress himself. It had not seemed funny back then, but two thousand or so years later it was. "Yes, just the same as you."
Estel looked back at his finger with new interest.
"'Dan, did you ever have to get stitched?"
Elladan coughed uncomfortably and flushed slightly. "That is another story, Estel, for another time."
"Please?" Estel begged, eager to hear more about his brother's own childhood. "Yes. Why not brother dear?" Elrohir teased, hoping to get his revenge on his twin.
"Because it is time to go see Glorfindle, and borrow his toy soldiers, is it not?" He announced, hoping to get the spotlight off himself.
Estel's eye's brightened. "Oh, yes. Let's go!" He loved playing with Glorfindle's miniscule, and highly detailed wooden soldiers.
Elladan carefully helped the boy onto his back.
"Come on, let's go!" Elrohir said, running in front of the two.
"Don't fall down any stairs!" Elladan called after him, laughing.
Estel giggled, clinging to his brothers back. Nothing else mattered now. He was safe, with his brothers, and he was loved.
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There ya go! Another chappie done! Sorry it took longer than I wanted. *sigh* Oh well. Yes, there WILL be more chapters! This is not the end! I hope you enjoyed it! Please REVIEW! *begs* Thank you! Hannon lle!
Elven Translations:
nin ion - my son
tithen pen - little one
tithen gwador - little brother
Ada/Adar - Dad or Daddy/Father
edan - human
Lizzybelle: I'm glad you like it. I'm not entirely sure how to delete a chapter. I think you have to REPLACE it with something.
CheerCheerBubblegum: Don't worry, I wont hit you. Lol. I know that she wasn't dead, but for this storyline, I thought it was better. It IS fan fiction, so I change the parts I need to fit. I just like it better when it's just Elrond as the parent for now.
Eph: I hope you enjoy this chapter too! Thanks for the review!
Grumpy: The title IS very fitting, isn't it? I'm glad you approve! ( Thanks!
ArwenGranger: Thanks for the review!
Naru: Slightly shorter chapters are easier because it means I can update more often, but I'll try to make it bigger. My grammar is fine, thanks for the thought. And I am always careful about putting modern language in. You won't find it in this story. Thanks for your review!
Leggylover03: I'm glad you like it! I will try and update quickly. I like your stories as well (I am currently reading 'Never Tell', and loving it.) Keep up the good work!
Dragon Confused: Thanks bunches! And I'm glad you like it! ( Keep reviewing!
Racer38: I'll do my best! Thanks for the review!
Amy: As I said to another review, I do know that Gilraen did not die. But it fit best with my plot. After all, it is fan fiction. Thanks for the review, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
Elven Kitten: Glad you liked it! Keep up the reviews please!
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Two Left Feet
By: BabeyRachey
Chapter Two
Estel sat on his bed plucking listlessly at the quilt with his good hand. Elrohir stood near-by, gazing wordlessly out the window. Letting out a soft sigh, Estel looked down at his finger. The bleeding had slowed considerably, though it was beginning to ache even more fiercely.
Though he tried not to show it, the boy was becoming steadily more nervous. What were 'stitches'? Would it hurt? Estel remembered Elrohir's face when they heard he needed them.
The two turned as Elrond came into the room carrying his healing satchel and some bandages. Gulping down his fear, Estel shifted himself so he was more comfortable.
"What are you going to do, Ada?"" he inquired.
Elrond looked at his youngest son fondly. "We have to give you stitches." The elf lord replied, sounding apologetic. "That way it will heal properly without scarring too badly."
Estel nodded, though he was still confused. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Elrond pull out a needle and thread out of his satchel, along with some kind of herb.
"Ada, what is that for?" He asked, unable to keep the trepidation out of his voice.
Elrond gave a soft sigh. "So I can stitch together your cut, Estel." He answered patiently. Estel's face turned into a panicked expression. "Y-You mean you are going to SEW my f-finger back together?"
Elrond just nodded as he threaded the needle. Estel stared to rise but Elrohir pushed him lightly back. "It needs to be done, Estel. It won't take very long, and you won't even feel it." Knowing trying to get past his brother was impossible, in his current state, Estel laid back on the pillows, tears of frustration and fear gathering in the corners of his eyes.
Sympathetic, Elrohir sat down beside him. He had stitches several times from his brother's and his antics, and they were never very pleasant.
Taking Estel's hand gently, Elrond rubbed some of the herb around the wound. Immediately, Estel felt the pain diminish. "What was that?" he asked, unable to help his curiosity. "Rhodriim, It numbs the flesh almost completely when used properly." Elrond replied with a small smile.
Estel almost smiled with relief until he realized what his father had said. "ALMOST completely?" His voice squeaked out.
Elrond sighed. His son would have noticed that one little detail. Choosing not to reply, the elf lord shifted his grip on the boy's hand, steadying it.
Estel gave a yelp of pain and surprise when he felt the needle puncture the skin, the sharp sting making him squirm.
"Hold still, Estel!" Lord Elrond said sharply.
Willing back tears, Estel lay quietly as Lord Elrond quickly and efficiently finished stitching the wound. After his finger was bandaged, Estel moved to leave, but his father stopped him with one look.
"What?" Estel inquired, confused. Wasn't he finished?
Elrohir rolled his eyes. "He needs to look at your feet."
Estel's eyes widened. He had forgotten, in all the fuss with his other injury. Now reminded, he felt the sting in his feet return.
Elrond lifted each of the child's feet, inspecting them in turn.
"Well," He said finally, "Nothing serious, but it may be painful to walk on for a day or two." Estel groaned; he didn't need things to be even more difficult.
The elf lord quickly and expertly put a healing salve on the boy's cuts and bandaged them.
"Now," He said when he was finished, "I don't want you getting up for a little while yet. You will only aggravate the wounds more. Is that understood?"
Estel scowled, but nodded, knowing it would be fruitless to debate otherwise. Elrond barely held back a chuckle. He knew how much Estel hated being confined, even if only for a short period of time.
"Not for very long, nin ion. Only for a couple of hours, then someone will have to bring you to dinner." He said gently, hoping to keep the boy from trying to escape in sheer boredom.
Estel rolled his eyes, but nodded. Now he just wanted to be alone! His hopes were dashed, however, when Lord Elrond spoke up again.
"Elrohir can stay with you to entertain you." Elrohir looked up, surprised. "But Ada-" he started to protest. Elrond quieted him with one level look. "I'll send in Elladan too when I find him."
Slightly mollified, Elrohir sat down next to Estel on the bed. Estel winced inwardly, and did not meet the elf's eyes. If Elrohir did not want to stay, why should he? 'I'm nothing but a boring human.' Estel thought.
The two sat in uncomfortable silence as Elrond left.
"So," Elrohir said finally, "Would you like to play a game?"
Estel turned his head and met the elf's gaze levelly. "What game?" Like it or not, his interest was piqued. He always liked playing games, and ones his brothers invented were usually fun.
Elrohir thought for a moment, smiling slightly.
"How about this; you close your eyes and listen to me as I move about the room. Using your hearing skills, you try and guess where I am. How does that sound, tithen gwador?"
Estel didn't even have to think before nodding. Any chance to play anything with his brothers was welcome, and he was sure he could do well enough to please Elrohir. That is all he ever wanted to do. Though, he felt, he rarely succeeded.
Elrohir grinned as Estel willingly closed his eyes, his face an expression of utmost concentration.
Rising, Elrohir made a little more noise than normal, knowing that Estel's human hearing was not as adept as his own elven sense.
Estel listened carefully as the slightly scuffling feet wandered around the room, when they stopped, he smiled.
"You are standing by the closet door." He stated firmly, daring to hope that he was correct.
Elrohir looked to the left, where the door was only a foot or so away.
"Very good, Estel!" he praised, glad that his brother had learned the techniques that he and Elladan had been teaching him.
Estel opened his eyes, grinning brightly. "Again?" The seven-year-old inquired. At Elrohir's nod, Estel once again closed his eyes.
The game went on for several more turns, with Estel picking exactly or close to the spot the elf was each time. By the time Elladan came by, both of them were brimming with pride. Estel filled with his success at tracking the sound and Elrohir with his success in teaching his brother.
"What are you plotting now?" Elladan inquired, spotting the wide grins on each of their faces.
"Nothing." Elrohir said truthfully. "Estel and I were just working his magnificent tracking techniques!"
Elladan smiled at his little brother's joy. It had always seemed few things made their brother happy, but being good at an elven sport was one of them.
"Magnificent?" Elladan said in a teasing voice. "Is that all?"
Estel giggled. "We were playing a game, and I found 'Ro each time!" he announced proudly.
Elladan grinned as well, walking over to sit next to the boy on the bed. "Now, is anyone going to tell me why Adar is making all of us stay up here?"
Immediately Estel's face fell, and he looked at his hands. Elladan then noticed the bandages on Estel's hand and feet. His eyes widened slightly.
"What did you do tithen pen?" His protectiveness for his brother clear in his voice, the concern hidden but a little better. He was not one to openly show so many emotions, but Estel seemed to bring them out in him.
"I-I fell." Estel said softly, flushing in shame. "And I broke one of the vases in the library. I didn't mean too. I tried to clean it up, and cut my hands and feet. Ada had to stitch it." He said gesturing to his hand.
Elladan, sympathetic, tilted Estel's face up so he could look him in the eye. Gently wiping a stray tear away with his thumb, he smiled.
"No need to fret so, tithen gwador. We have too many ceramics littering this house anyway. I am just sorry to see you hurt over such a menial thing."
Estel smiled back at him, feeling slightly relieved, but still highly inferior. Elladan sat their, all poise and grace, next to him, a clumsy little edan child.
Elladan, sensing the child's depressed mood, decided to lighten it. Sure it may be at the expense of his own twin, but sacrifices must be made.
"Estel, would you like to hear a story about when Elrohir broke one of Ada's highly prized porcelain statues?"
Estel nodded excitedly, while Elrohir froze. "Elladan!" He hissed, sounding slightly disbelieving. Elladan ignored him, however, and kept his attention on the boy.
"You see, it was a long time ago. I say we were about the equivalent of twelve years old in human years. Elrohir and I had finished our lessons, and were heading out to the archery fields to practice. Elrohir dared me to sneak into Ada's study and get some chocolates."
Estel gasped and stared wide-eyed at his brother. "Ada's SPECIAL chocolate?" Elladan chuckled and nodded. Elrohir stood near-by, seething quietly. He didn't protest only because it had gotten Estel's mind off what had happened earlier that day.
"Yes, Ada's special chocolate. I, however, was not so easily persuaded. I knew how much trouble I would get into, and I knew that Elrohir knew as well. When I stubbornly desisted, he began walking in front of me, backwards mind you, and started taunting me. He was calling me chicken, and a weakling among other things."
Estel gaped at his brother, hanging on to every word.
"During his taunting, he failed to notice the stair coming up behind him." Estel gasped. "And in his . . . inattentiveness, he stumbled and fell all the way down the stairs, crashing ungraciously into the pedestal which held Adar's favorite porcelain figurine."
Estel began giggling, picturing a disgruntled Elrohir tumbling down the stairs. "Was Ada angry?" he asked.
Elladan grinned, and even Elrohir smiled at the memory. "Yes, he was. After he finished sewing up Elrohir's forehead, which is what the figurine had broken upon."
Estel turned wide-eyed to the younger twin.
"You had to get stitched too?"
Elrohir grinned, unable to suppress himself. It had not seemed funny back then, but two thousand or so years later it was. "Yes, just the same as you."
Estel looked back at his finger with new interest.
"'Dan, did you ever have to get stitched?"
Elladan coughed uncomfortably and flushed slightly. "That is another story, Estel, for another time."
"Please?" Estel begged, eager to hear more about his brother's own childhood. "Yes. Why not brother dear?" Elrohir teased, hoping to get his revenge on his twin.
"Because it is time to go see Glorfindle, and borrow his toy soldiers, is it not?" He announced, hoping to get the spotlight off himself.
Estel's eye's brightened. "Oh, yes. Let's go!" He loved playing with Glorfindle's miniscule, and highly detailed wooden soldiers.
Elladan carefully helped the boy onto his back.
"Come on, let's go!" Elrohir said, running in front of the two.
"Don't fall down any stairs!" Elladan called after him, laughing.
Estel giggled, clinging to his brothers back. Nothing else mattered now. He was safe, with his brothers, and he was loved.
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There ya go! Another chappie done! Sorry it took longer than I wanted. *sigh* Oh well. Yes, there WILL be more chapters! This is not the end! I hope you enjoyed it! Please REVIEW! *begs* Thank you! Hannon lle!
Elven Translations:
nin ion - my son
tithen pen - little one
tithen gwador - little brother
Ada/Adar - Dad or Daddy/Father
edan - human