Disclaimer: Still don't own them, though I wish I did! For full disclaimer see chapter 1
A/N Sorry for the long wait.. School has been so crazy lately and now with foaling season here as well we have two new foals to attend to so that has been taking up a good chunk of my time! Next chapter will be up soon though I promise!
viggomaniac- Thank you for being my first reviewer and I'm glad you liked the chapter
grumpy- I think you'll be able to see why he was worried about aragorn in this chapter, but don't worry, it's not really a big deal I could never hurt baby aragorn.. yet lol
katquest2000- Thanks! I 'm glad you like it so far.. I do hope this was soon enough for you.. lol!
Chapter 3 Revelations
The young boy had awoken from his afternoon slumber and he looked around for his mother. He listened and heard strange voices from downstairs; they were speaking words he didn't understand. Quietly he slid out of bed, he knew he had to be really quiet or else his daddy would hear him, his daddy had really good hearing. Silently the toddler padded down the hallway to the stairs. The stairs were going to be the tricky part because he wasn't really good at climbing them yet, but he wanted to get downstairs and he wanted to surprise them all.
He made it down the first few steps without a noise but on the fourth stair, as he put his foot down a small creak could be heard.
Both of the twins heard a small noise from upstairs, curiously they looked at Arathorn, he had heard it to. Looking at his face he knew exactly what it was. Excusing himself as he stood up, he went over to the staircase, sure enough his son's eyes were staring back at him. He walked up the rest of the steps and easily scooped up the small child. He took a deep breath before entering the living room.
Elladan, Elrohir, I would like you to meet my son Aragorn.
The twins smirked at the boy that was squirming in Arathorn's arms. They had no idea how there father had put up with them as children. As they looked at the small human child, the boys face turned to look at the twins and they froze. This boy was no ordinary child, he looked exactly like an elfling, and not any elfling he looked like they did, many centuries ago. There was more to it than that however he looked like…
He looks just like Ada. Elrohir said softly to his brother.
Nay gwador nin, Uncle Elros.
Looking into the child's deep gray eyes they were speechless to him, what did this mean to have a child look so much like Elros?
He set the boy on the ground and followed him with his eyes. Arathorn looked at the twins nervously before continuing, he needed to tell them this, who this boy was.
He is the one to take the throne, he is the true king of Gondor, and more than that, he could reunite the entire human race. Arathorn mumbled, barley audible.
Now the twins knew why the secrecy, why all the tension.
This house held the humble beginnings of the prince of mankind.
They only just realized that Arathorn was still talking to them.
The enemy has sensed a change in the Dunedain; they know the true heir has been born. They will stop at nothing to find him.
Little Aragorn was looking up at Elladan's face and held his arms up hopefully.
He was very excited to see that his ploy had worked, as he was now comfortable in the young elf's arms.
Arathorn watched this with amazement, he had known Elladan and Elrohir all his life, and he knew their story, all the dunedain knew, why they mercilessly slaughtered the orcs as they did. He had never seen them affectionate at all; they were always strictly down to business since their mother had sailed long before Arathorn's time. He understood that they were running form the hurt they felt inside, it was easier to run than to face the pain. He felt badly for them, that was no way to live your life, especially an immortal one.
Mára aurë Aragorn. Elladan said to the grinning boy
Hello. The child said shyly
Elrohir's eyebrows shot up Pedich Edhellen?
Mae. The child replied.
H knows a very limited amount of any language. His father interjected.
After all he is not even two years old.
That night Elladan kept seeing that little boy in his dreams. He would see him as himself, how he used to be.
Nana right besides him, as they were on picnics and horseback rides as a family.
The melodic sound of his fathers laugh. He had forgotten what that sounded like for it had been so long since any of them had laughed. In his dream, five of them rode across a grassy field. His father holding Arwen in font of him, and he and his twin sharing a pony, his mother trotting besides them on a beautiful snow white mare.
He and his twin were plotting a way to scare their pesky little sister. Everything was normal. His dream changed again, now they were older and coming home from their grandmother's realm, Lorien. Arwen on her bay filly was complaining that the twins were laughing about her. The twins on matching coal black geldings were fervently denying what she was saying with angelic looks on their faces. Too angelic. For at that moment Arwen caught a glimpse at her reflection in a small pond by the path. She knew that she had put two plaits in her hair that morning, but now only one remained, the other had been cut off!
Elladan woke with a start and realized that that was the last time that they had played a prank; it had almost been 500 years ago. That trip home was the one in which the yrch had trapped their mother. It had nearly taken them a week to find her, but it was too late. The twins had found her and had taken turns carrying her mangled body home. Lord Elrond by his exemplary healing skills healed wounds but she sailed nonetheless.
That was when his brother and he had made a promise, that while they drew breath they would avenge their mother's spirit by slaughtering all the yrch left in Arda. They had been doing so ever since.
Elladan had been thinking about the abdominal creatures so much he could hear them their disgusting voices ringing in his ears.
Sitting up he realized he hadn't imagined it, he did hear the yrch. Right outside the village.
A/N Bad orcs, we do not like them!
