Hi there!!!!! It's ElvenMaidenHobbitGirl (EMHG) with another story!!
Summary: When an 18-year-old Aragorn is seriously wounded in a routine elimination of a small party of orcs in the forest around Rivendell suddenly he must overlook his pride and depend on his foster family and best friend in a struggle for his life.
I don't do angst much so I hope this doesn't stink I just wanted to try something new!
Enjoy!!
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It was a fine spring day in The Last Homely House, also known as Rivendell, in Middle Earth. The sun was bright and it was warm again after days of cold rain. Standing outside the stables on this magnificent day was an odd assortment of people. Two were Elves, auburn haired grey eyed and absolutely identical, and though much older, of course, being Elves they looked like a young man maybe in his late teens...and they acted like they were too. These were Elrohir and Elladan the twin sons of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. The next was an Elf as well, but he was blonde with shocking electric blue eyes. He looked the same age the twins did and when around his friends acted much the same way. This was Prince Legolas only son of Thranduil King of Mirkwood. The final person standing there was different all together. He was a man with unruly wavy brown hair and grey eyes even more distinct than the Twins, he was very tall, taller than his Elven friends, even for his young age of 18. For this... this was Aragorn son of Arathorn, but here he was called Estel for he was also the foster child of Elrond and foster brother of the Twins, and best friend of Prince Legolas. And he was just as trouble making as his friends. Currently they were preparing their horses for a ride in to the forest to eradicate a small band of orcs. They weren't frightened, they did this regularly. Small parties of five or six orcs were forever coming into the forest and Elrond would send his sons, and Legolas when he was with them, out to get them. The whole thing would be over in maybe two minutes. They'd jump into the trees and without the orcs noticing anything creep closer until they were able to launch a sneak attack from above. Done, end of story. This was amusement for the rambunctious boys and help for Elrond so he would not have to spare any warriors for such a simple task. No that they never got hurt. Oh No, it was one of the things they were known for, whenever the four of them went anywhere together someone always ended up coming back with some kind of minor injury, from cuts and scratches to sprains and breaks they'd had it all and Lord Elrond healed it all on a regular basis. For, you see, no matter how hard the boys tried to hide their injuries Elrond always found out about it somehow. Like one time they'd been chasing Elladan trying to get back Estel's hat. (who at the time was only 11 and much too short to reach his hat as Elladan the taller of the twins had once towered over him) It was winter and Elladan slipped on an ice patch and fell and broke his wrist. He had hidden it from all of them but the moment they walked in the door Elrond took one look at him and whisked him off to the Healing House. Yes that was the four of them, crazy, didn't know fear or pain, ego's the size of Middle Earth and more pride in one of them then in all of the proud city of Minas Tirith....But all that was about to change.
"So where did Ada say they were again?" asked Estel as they set off.
"Not far into the forest headed North West." Replied Elrohir. After a few minutes of dialogue mostly consisting of things like 'I'll race you to that boulder' Legolas said seriously,
"They're near I can feel it." They all of course trusted the wise woodland Elf for he knew more of sensing when Evil was near for Mirkwood had long been inhabited with evil. They turned a bend and saw them, seven ugly, underfed, orcs. They stepped back a ways and hid their horses then quickly climbed their way into the trees with only Estel having any trouble for he was, as said before, very tall and was all legs. They crept silently closer finally getting within striking range.
"Ready?" whispered Elladan, they nodded, "FIRE!" they shot quickly and with accuracy and four orcs fell. But then the unthinkable happened, Estel lost his footing and fell out of the tree bumping his head slightly. He was dazed and vulnerable and his brothers and best friend knew this.....but so, did the orcs.
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I hope you liked!! This is going to be a short story probably only 10-20 chapters....just a bit of fluff (but good fluff I hope!!!!)
And I would like to say hi to Alana!!!!
JOP!!!
Harry got run over by a statue!!!!
The chair incident!!!!!
SQEAK!!!!!
Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? Cuz I don't have a clue.
Hooray for finding Bali!!!!
Luv u all!!!!
EMHG )