Disclaimer: I don't own the main characters, I do however own Lerahir and Elrolas.
What I'm Fighting For
They had set up camp for the night and the hobbit's were happilly cooking dinner. Boromir and Gimli were having an argument over what was better, axe or sword. Gandalf was mumbling to himself with Aragorn sat silently, sharpening his sword. Legolas however was sat under the nearest tree, thinking of his family.
"What's the matter?" Pippin asked him suddenly.
"Nothing Little Master," Legolas answered quietly.
"Do you miss your family?" Pippin asked obliviously.
"Pippin!" Merry smacked him gently on the arm.
"What?" Pippin asked his friend. "It was just a question." Merry shook his head and sighed, sending an apologetic look at Legolas.
"It's alright," he said to Merry and then looked at Pippin. "Yes I am missing my family, young one."
"What
are they called?" Pippin asked, "The boys I
mean."
"Lerahir and Elrolas." Legolas smiled
sadly.
"What are they like?" Pippin asked. Legolas smield and began to tell them, not just Pippin as everyone was listening to what he spoke, about his sons going form their births to now. Talking about the adventures Lerahir had managed to have, one of which stood out in his mind very clearly...
"Elrond have you seen Lerahir?" Legolas asked, rocking a dozing baby Elrolas in his arms. Elrond replied a negative so Legolas continued his search. He was looking around the garden's when he heard an unusual sound for Rivendell, crying. A child crying. To be more prosice Lerahir crying. "Lerahir!"
"Ada?" the crying stopped but Legolas could still hear his son gulping for air. He followed the sounds and nearly gasped at what he saw. Lerahir lay on the floor at the base of a tall tree, his right arm and leg clearly broken and cut ranging his body.
"Lerahir what happened?" Legolas asked worriedly, placing Elrolas gently on the ground he started to check Lerahir's wounds.
"I was /gulp/ climbing the tree and I slipped and /gulp/ fell out of the tree. It /gulp/ it hurts ada," Lerahir said pathetically. Legolas had quickly realised that the only thing he could do for his son was get him to Elrond, there was only one slight problem - he couldn't carry both his sons without harming Lerahir further.
"Lerahir? Can you hold Elrolas so I can carry you?" Legolas asked. Lerahir nodded, sniffling. As gently as he could Legolas put Elrolas in Lerahir's good arm and then putting an arm under his sons knees and another around his shoulders he lifted him, trying not to jar his broken arm and leg. It didn't work and Lerahir screamed loudly in pain. "I'm sorry my son, I'm sorry," Legolas murmered as he hurried back to the house.
"Was he alright?" Pippin asked worriedly. Legolas smiled.
"Yes, Elrond soon set his bones back into place. He was in bed until they healed though, rather moody as well I might add," Legolas said happily.
"I remember that," Aragorn chuckled quietly. "He can sulk almost as well as my brother when he wants to." Legolas chuckled quietly.
"When this is over can we meet them?" Pippin asked.
"Of course master hobbit, they would love to meet all of you."
"Good, now is the food ready?"
Elrohir rocked Elrolas in his arms, trying to stop the boy crying. He wanted his other father, that much was obvious due to his cries and Elrohir wasn't succeeding in calming him. Lerahir was trying to do his school work and ignore his brothers cries for his ada but it was very difficult.
"Please Elrolas, he'll be back soon, please calm down," Elrohir pleaded desperatly.
"WANT ADA! WANT ADA!" Elrolas wailed, beating his little fists on his fathers cheast. Elrohir had tears dripping down his face, felling utterly useless. He was about to start sobbing himself when the door opened and his father entered. "WANT ADA!"
"Elrolas please, it's alright," Elrohir said weakly. Elrond sighed and walked up to his son and carefully took his grandon from him.
"What's all this fuss about little one?" he asked calmly as if he couldn't tell already.
"I want my ada," Elrolas sniffled.
"I see, but what about your daddy?" Elrond asked. "He wants your ada too but he's not making such a fuss." Elrolas looked at Elrohir who was wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I want Ada more."
"Do you little one, I don't think you're right. What about your brother, he wants his ada too but he's not wailing like a banshee," Elrond said to the small boy who was begining to calm. "Your making quite a bit of fuss even though your ada is doing a very brave deed and will be home soon."
"He is? He will?" Elrolas asked.
"Haven't you heard your daddy telling you this?" Elrond asked. Elrolas shook his head. "Well he has and all you've done is scream and hurt your daddy. Don't you think you should calm down and apologise?" Elrolas nodded slowly.
"Still want ada," the boy mumbled and Elrond chuckled slightly, handing Elrolas back to Elrohir.
"Thank you," Elrohir whispered to his father.
"Anytime," Elrond said pleasently before leaving. Elrolas, now calmer happily lay in his fathers arms and Elrohir sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Valor for that.
"Now Lerahir, what work are you doing now and how can I help?"
A/N There we go, decided to change it from 3 chapters to however many because I don't think it'll fit in 3 so meh.
