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Thankyou all so very much! I am sooooooooooooooooooooo sorry about the delay in posting new chappies but I have been really busy with the two new horses we bought and have had no time to sit down in front of my dumb, old, slow computer and type and type and type and type and get sore fingers and have my fingers drop off and get a staff infection and go to hospital and have my hands removed, because the infection has infected the non infected parts of my now totally infected hands and stay there for months until I have healed and then go home, at last and then find that my house has been broken in to and my dumb, old, slow computer has been stolen (not that anyone would want it! LOL) and then I would............um,........die. Geez Mindy shut the hell up *slaps self*. Now get over it and write the story.
Oh and also I will respond to reviewers in my next chappie, okay. (I got lazy!)
Chapter 4: Sent Away
Elrond paced his study, brow creased in anger, thought and regret. He himself had taken Aragorn and his mother in, the day Arathorn had been slain, and Aragorn had repaid him by trying to take the light out of his life, Arwen.
The elf lord sighed, but what madness had driven him to say such awful things to the man he called son, and to send him away into the wilderness alone, especially with the rumours of Orc movement in the area. No, he had not sent him away, he had banished him.
Elrond sighed again, before dropping into a cosy chair beside the warmth of the roaring fire, burning brightly in the fireplace. Closing his eyes, he could hear the words he had said to Aragorn,
Your own filthy eyes betrayed you.......
Have I not told you? I am NOT your Ada!..........
How could I forgive the one who would kill my daughter just to see that his own short life is happy?....................
You are never to step foot again in Rivendell, or I will have you killed on sight..............
Ere, you are banished from Rivendell..........
And he could picture the young man's face, and the tears, and the hurt in his eyes and voice and....... No, he was being stupid. By sending, well banishing, Aragorn from Rivendell, meant that Arwen would stay with him, and leave with him to go to the Grey Heavens, rather than give up her immortality for a human.
A knock on the door brought Elrond out of his thoughts.
"Enter." He called.
Elrond looked up in surprise when Gilrean walked into the warm room, before stopping to stand beside him. He had not even heard her coming, which is unusual, for elves have superior hearing.
"I am sorry to have to bother you, my Lord, but I can not find my son, and thought you might know where he hath gotten to, for I have not seen him since the day before last." She said.
Elrond froze. He had not thought of telling Gilrean, that her son was banished from Rivendell. And he did not want to, for he knew how close the Lady Gilrean was to her son and he did not want to think of what she would do or how she would react.
"My Lord, please. You know where he is, do you not?"
Elrond looked up into her silver eyes. He could see the panic in them and the tears ready to be spilt. He now regretted his decision. What evil had possessed him enough to send Aragorn away? How could he have done this?
"I sent him on a hunting trip." He lied, shifting his eyes away from hers.
"Alone?"
"Yes, I thought it best to, so he can gain some more experience."
"In winter and without informing me?"
"He shall be back soon."
"My Lord Elrond, he is only nineteen!"
"I am aware of his age, Lady and I can assure you that he will be fine."
"Forgive me for my words, Lord. They were out of place, but I do not want him to get hurt, I could not bare it."
"I know Gilrean, you are forgiven. But please do not fret; your son will be fine."
"Thankyou," She said with a quick curtsy, "I shall go now."
Elrond watched her leave with sadness. What had he done? He had lied to her, telling her that her son would be fine. But no one can survive a harsh winter alone, especially not a human.
The lord of Rivendell walked over the ancient wooden chair and sat on it, deep in thought. He began to think of ways to quietly leave Rivendell, and quickly return, with Estel. But found none that would work without the help of others. Sure he was an elf lord, a healer, a hunter, a warrior and a father, but even he was not so foolish to risk venturing out into the frozen world, alone.
He shifted his eyes to the crackling fire, that was now dieing down. The red hot embers glowed from within the ashes, shining out like red eyes........... like the eye of Sauron.
Aragorn was brought here to this Elven realm for safety and protection from the one who would hunt him for all of his life, Sauron. Elrond suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. Who cares about leaving with secrecy? His son was out there, alone, because of him, and he would leave with his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir, and they would go now, dark or not he did not care. His main concern was his youngest son, Estel.
A thought struck him. He could not walk up to Estel and take him home. No, twas not that simple. How could Estel ever forgive him? What if he never did?
Sighing, Elrond opened the door and walked out into the long hall. He would just have to deal with it when the time came. Once he reached the twin's room, he stopped before the grand wooden door, with a moments hesitation he reached out and knocked softly on the smooth surface. Seconds later he could hear movement in the room as both his sons climbed out of their beds and came to the door.
Slowly the door was opened and a tired looking Elladan gazed upon his father with questioning eyes.
"Is every thing fine father?" He asked, opening the door further, so that Elrond could enter.
"No my son." Sighed Elrond "It is all far from fine."
"What has happened?" Asked Elrohir, moving over on his bed as Elrond sat beside him. Elladan sat on his father's other side.
"I have done something terrible." Said Elrond, avoiding the puzzled looks the twins were throwing at him. "Something very terrible."
"What is it father?" Questioned Elladan.
"I have......" He hesitated. "I have banished Estel from Rivendell."
Both twins were speechless. They were not expecting this, not in a million years. Their father was so close to their foster brother. After a long moments silence Elladan finally spoke,
"Why?"
"Is it because of Arwen?" Asked Elrohir.
"Yes. Because of Arwen." Replied The Lord Elrond, looking down at his hands.
"Well where is he now?" Asked Elrohir, looking at his brother, not wanting to know the answer.
"Gone."
"Where? Ada where is our little brother? Did anyone go with him? Surely you would not have sent him away alone! The evil things that are in this world, who knows what would happen to him if he were by his self!" Said Elrohir.
Elrond's stomach dropped. Estel was alone in the wild, in the bitter cold and with the threat of orcs and other enemies.........
Elladan sat watching his father's reaction to Elrohir's words. He froze with fear.
"He is alone." He whispered. "Father! What have you done? He could be dead! How could you have done this? Our brother, your son! And what about Arwen......"
"What about Arwen?" Asked a new voice, from the door.
The twins and their Ada looked up from their place on the bed to see Arwen standing in the door way. Her face clearly showed her worry.
"Father, what has happened? Why do you all worry so?" She asked, her musical voice dancing on the silence. "Father?"
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Cliffie!!! What do you guys think! Is there any point in continuing this story? PLEASE review and tell me! Thanks mates!
To the Reviewers:
Thankyou all so very much! I am sooooooooooooooooooooo sorry about the delay in posting new chappies but I have been really busy with the two new horses we bought and have had no time to sit down in front of my dumb, old, slow computer and type and type and type and type and get sore fingers and have my fingers drop off and get a staff infection and go to hospital and have my hands removed, because the infection has infected the non infected parts of my now totally infected hands and stay there for months until I have healed and then go home, at last and then find that my house has been broken in to and my dumb, old, slow computer has been stolen (not that anyone would want it! LOL) and then I would............um,........die. Geez Mindy shut the hell up *slaps self*. Now get over it and write the story.
Oh and also I will respond to reviewers in my next chappie, okay. (I got lazy!)
Chapter 4: Sent Away
Elrond paced his study, brow creased in anger, thought and regret. He himself had taken Aragorn and his mother in, the day Arathorn had been slain, and Aragorn had repaid him by trying to take the light out of his life, Arwen.
The elf lord sighed, but what madness had driven him to say such awful things to the man he called son, and to send him away into the wilderness alone, especially with the rumours of Orc movement in the area. No, he had not sent him away, he had banished him.
Elrond sighed again, before dropping into a cosy chair beside the warmth of the roaring fire, burning brightly in the fireplace. Closing his eyes, he could hear the words he had said to Aragorn,
Your own filthy eyes betrayed you.......
Have I not told you? I am NOT your Ada!..........
How could I forgive the one who would kill my daughter just to see that his own short life is happy?....................
You are never to step foot again in Rivendell, or I will have you killed on sight..............
Ere, you are banished from Rivendell..........
And he could picture the young man's face, and the tears, and the hurt in his eyes and voice and....... No, he was being stupid. By sending, well banishing, Aragorn from Rivendell, meant that Arwen would stay with him, and leave with him to go to the Grey Heavens, rather than give up her immortality for a human.
A knock on the door brought Elrond out of his thoughts.
"Enter." He called.
Elrond looked up in surprise when Gilrean walked into the warm room, before stopping to stand beside him. He had not even heard her coming, which is unusual, for elves have superior hearing.
"I am sorry to have to bother you, my Lord, but I can not find my son, and thought you might know where he hath gotten to, for I have not seen him since the day before last." She said.
Elrond froze. He had not thought of telling Gilrean, that her son was banished from Rivendell. And he did not want to, for he knew how close the Lady Gilrean was to her son and he did not want to think of what she would do or how she would react.
"My Lord, please. You know where he is, do you not?"
Elrond looked up into her silver eyes. He could see the panic in them and the tears ready to be spilt. He now regretted his decision. What evil had possessed him enough to send Aragorn away? How could he have done this?
"I sent him on a hunting trip." He lied, shifting his eyes away from hers.
"Alone?"
"Yes, I thought it best to, so he can gain some more experience."
"In winter and without informing me?"
"He shall be back soon."
"My Lord Elrond, he is only nineteen!"
"I am aware of his age, Lady and I can assure you that he will be fine."
"Forgive me for my words, Lord. They were out of place, but I do not want him to get hurt, I could not bare it."
"I know Gilrean, you are forgiven. But please do not fret; your son will be fine."
"Thankyou," She said with a quick curtsy, "I shall go now."
Elrond watched her leave with sadness. What had he done? He had lied to her, telling her that her son would be fine. But no one can survive a harsh winter alone, especially not a human.
The lord of Rivendell walked over the ancient wooden chair and sat on it, deep in thought. He began to think of ways to quietly leave Rivendell, and quickly return, with Estel. But found none that would work without the help of others. Sure he was an elf lord, a healer, a hunter, a warrior and a father, but even he was not so foolish to risk venturing out into the frozen world, alone.
He shifted his eyes to the crackling fire, that was now dieing down. The red hot embers glowed from within the ashes, shining out like red eyes........... like the eye of Sauron.
Aragorn was brought here to this Elven realm for safety and protection from the one who would hunt him for all of his life, Sauron. Elrond suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. Who cares about leaving with secrecy? His son was out there, alone, because of him, and he would leave with his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir, and they would go now, dark or not he did not care. His main concern was his youngest son, Estel.
A thought struck him. He could not walk up to Estel and take him home. No, twas not that simple. How could Estel ever forgive him? What if he never did?
Sighing, Elrond opened the door and walked out into the long hall. He would just have to deal with it when the time came. Once he reached the twin's room, he stopped before the grand wooden door, with a moments hesitation he reached out and knocked softly on the smooth surface. Seconds later he could hear movement in the room as both his sons climbed out of their beds and came to the door.
Slowly the door was opened and a tired looking Elladan gazed upon his father with questioning eyes.
"Is every thing fine father?" He asked, opening the door further, so that Elrond could enter.
"No my son." Sighed Elrond "It is all far from fine."
"What has happened?" Asked Elrohir, moving over on his bed as Elrond sat beside him. Elladan sat on his father's other side.
"I have done something terrible." Said Elrond, avoiding the puzzled looks the twins were throwing at him. "Something very terrible."
"What is it father?" Questioned Elladan.
"I have......" He hesitated. "I have banished Estel from Rivendell."
Both twins were speechless. They were not expecting this, not in a million years. Their father was so close to their foster brother. After a long moments silence Elladan finally spoke,
"Why?"
"Is it because of Arwen?" Asked Elrohir.
"Yes. Because of Arwen." Replied The Lord Elrond, looking down at his hands.
"Well where is he now?" Asked Elrohir, looking at his brother, not wanting to know the answer.
"Gone."
"Where? Ada where is our little brother? Did anyone go with him? Surely you would not have sent him away alone! The evil things that are in this world, who knows what would happen to him if he were by his self!" Said Elrohir.
Elrond's stomach dropped. Estel was alone in the wild, in the bitter cold and with the threat of orcs and other enemies.........
Elladan sat watching his father's reaction to Elrohir's words. He froze with fear.
"He is alone." He whispered. "Father! What have you done? He could be dead! How could you have done this? Our brother, your son! And what about Arwen......"
"What about Arwen?" Asked a new voice, from the door.
The twins and their Ada looked up from their place on the bed to see Arwen standing in the door way. Her face clearly showed her worry.
"Father, what has happened? Why do you all worry so?" She asked, her musical voice dancing on the silence. "Father?"
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Cliffie!!! What do you guys think! Is there any point in continuing this story? PLEASE review and tell me! Thanks mates!