Summary: Estel and Legolas go off in search of the simple things.
Disclaimer: I do not own them, lest they be covered in drool
A/N: This fic would take place in 2991 of the third age, other than the ages in the fic, it is AU. Any reviews are welcome, flames shall keep me warm
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Catmint: As well you shouldn't for those four are evil
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Chapter 4
Placing his hands on Estel's face again, it dawned on him -- Estel was not breathing. Panic filled his heart instantly. "Estel, wake up! Estel, open your eyes!" Elrond said, shaking Estel.
"Ada, what is wrong?" implored a worried looking Elrohir. Elrond did not answer; instead he flung the covers off Estel and pulled him upright, holding him to his chest. Estel opened his eyes for a brief second and winked at Elladan. Elrond began slapping Estel on his back, and Estel had to stifle the urge to gasp. Again he looked at Elladan, and Elladan winked back.
"Ada, what is wrong? Why are you doing that?" Elladan cried, feigning a look of deep concern.
"Your brother is not breathing! Elrohir hold him while I get some herbs." Elrohir sat down on the bed, and Elrond jumped up and went tearing out of the room. Estel was glad for this brief rest and sucked in many breaths of air. He quickly went limp at the sound of his father running back into the room.
Elrond crushed the herbs in his hands and held them up to Estel's nose. They were pungent, and the smell of them was about to make Estel lose his self-control. He was relieved when his father drew them away. For ten more minutes Elrond worked frantically, doing everything he knew possible to bring his son back, while Estel drew in small breaths when his back was turned. Elladan and Elrohir had played their parts well. Each had even surprised himself, because actually the prank seemed almost real.
Elrond kissed Estel upon his brow and laid him back down, pulling the sheet up over his head. "I don't know what happened," he sobbed into his hands. "My Estel is gone. My beautiful son is gone. Why me, why? He was so young, so much to live for."
"Come, Ada, let us go," Elladan said, his heart clenching in his chest at the sight of his father. Elrond stood from the floor, tears streaming down his face, and looked at the bed. There lay Estel, death sheet pulled up over his head. Before he could turn to go, Estel sat straight up in the bed.
"I'm fine, Ada. See, look at me," but Lord Elrond did not hear his words. He had fainted to the floor.
Estel looked worried, and the twins even more so. "He is going to kill us if he finds out we have pranked him," Estel said, regretting the prank.
"How could he not know, Estel? You just rose from the dead."
Knowing his brother was right, Estel bolted for the door. Elrohir placed his still unconscious father on the bed, and then he and Elladan followed Estel. None of them wanted to be within arms reach when he awoke.
Glorfindel, his arms filled with pillows for the guest rooms, had to jump out of the way to keep from being trampled by the three running past. Quickly regaining his balance, he noticed one was Estel and shouted after him. "Estel, has your father allowed you out of bed!" His words did nothing to halt the three. He was about to continue on to the guest rooms when he heard a moan coming from Estel's room. Peering inside, he immediately dropped what he was holding as he saw his lord, his friend, lying on the bed. Swiftly making it over to his side, d he helped Elrond to sit up.
Elrond opened his eyes and instantly wondered why there was a bump on his head.
"Mellon nin, Are you well?" Glorfindel said, his eyes full of worry.
Elrond shook his head and then froze. "Estel, Glorfindel, where is Estel?"
Glorfindel patted the elf lord's arm. "Estel is fine. He ran past me only a moment ago."
Elrond jumped from the bed. "He is not well, he died," and with this Elrond took off in a run down the hall.
Estel and the twins had woken Legolas during their escape, and now he was following a very irate Lord Elrond down the stairs. He watched from a distance as Elrond cornered the three in the foyer, and a look of horror crossed their faces when the edains walked in behind him unnoticed. "Estel, you are not well. Get back in bed at once!"
Estel had not seen Lord Denethor enter, either, his gaze locked on his father. "Ada, I am well, honest."
"You march right back upstairs so I can examine you!" Lord Elrond said, his healer instincts overtaking all else.
"Ada, I am well, look at me. Even my ankle is better," Estel said, shaking it around. Estel, however, would not deter his father. Peering behind him, he saw the Lord Denethor and his sons, and noticed he was standing merely in his nightshirt. "Ada, the guests," Estel said, trying to divert his father's attention.
"The guests are not due for hours, and since you have chosen not to go on your own, you leave me no other option." Elrond stepped forward, grabbed Estel, and then slinging him over his shoulder with ease, carried the horrified man over to the stairs. As he got to the second step he whirled around. "Lord Denethor, if you will excuse me, I have something to take care of. My sons will show you to your rooms." Elrond then proceeded to carry Estel back to his room.
After placing the grumbling Estel on the bed Elrond checked him over from head to toe. "I do not understand. You were gone, now you're well except for your ankle. If I find someone has put something in your food or drink to harm you!" Elrond said gripping the side of the bed until his knuckles turned white.
Estel shuddered. He knew this was one thing he would never reveal to his father. He felt bad about doing it now, but it could not be undone. He was sure after days of ranting, and many days of not being able to sit down, his father would see the humor in it, but rubbing his backside thinking of it, Estel knew he would take this secret prank to the Halls of Mandos with him.