Disclaimer: I am a poor little writer! No work of mine has ever reached the creative scale as Tokien! Translation: I do not own the LOTR chars.
"Is he dead?" A voice slipped through the tiny cracks in Legolas's subconscious. It wasn't enough to wake him, but it was definitely enough to make him curious. He knew that voice.
"I'm not sure, poke him and we'll see." He knew that one too.
"Like that'll wake him up! Go get a bucket of water from the kitchens." The first again.
"There will be no need for that, Elladan." The elf opened his eyes, and seeing two identical dark-haired elves staring back at him. "Morning."
Elladan jumped on his friend, "Laiqulasse! You're alright!"
Legolas drew in a hissing breath, "Ellohir...?" He managed to rasp.
The other quickly pulled his younger twin off of the bed, unceremoniously dropping him to the floor. "Are you still hurt, Laiqulasse?"
"Va, just sore." He answered, sitting up in the bed, noting the surroundings. "This is my room."
(no)
"Of course it is." Elladan answered, rubbing his head, "What did you think we would dump you in another room?"
"Forgive me. I just wasn't expecting this." He put a hand to his side. Good as new. "It would seem your Father is as good as always."
"It would seem." They echoed, walking to the door, "Hurry and change, Mellon-nin. Ada wishes to speak with you." And then they were gone. (My friend. Father.)
Legolas watched them leave with a small smile. He hadn't known it until he heard them speak how much he missed everyone here at Rivendell. He hadn't visited in a long time, what with the problems in Mirkwood. But he was fairly certain his father could take care of everything there now.
Slipping out of his bed with only a little jolt of pain he glided over to the bathroom, smiling at the stack of clothes laid out for him to choose from. And he would. After a nice, long, hot shower.
After taking off the robe he had slept in. (No idea where that came from.) He stepped into the hot water, sighing as it ran down in rivets down his lean body. After some much needed alone time, which he was certain was all he would get, he got his choice of the clothing.
Slipping a light green pastel shirt over his head, he studied himself in the mirror. The dark pants fit well, the shirt a perfect match. And the black boots set at the door were just his size. It would seem someone in Rivendell remembered him well enough to figure out his size.
And he had an inkling to whom this person was.
"Ada?" Ellohir knocked lightly on the open door to his father's study. "Laiqulasse is awake."
"Is he really?" Elrond grinned, holding out his hand to someone sitting next to him. "I believe I won the bet then, Glorfy."
Glorfindel handed over the bottle of wine, a vintage he had been saving ever since his grandfather had given it to him. "I will win that back, Elrond."
"Really?" The Lord of Rivendell opened the bottle with a laugh, "And how exactly will you do that?" He tipped it and was about to chug it when Legolas appeared.
"Ha!" Glorfindel took it back, "What did I tell you?" He pointed, "Those same clothes."
Legolas was, needless to say, confused. "Were you betting on me?"
Glorfindel chuckled, "Tancave, kleine cunn." (Yes, little prince)
The blonde elf's eyes softened, "Glorfindel!" He clasped his old friend close for a brief instant, his eyes twinkling, "I knew you had left these clothes for me!"
Elrond smiled, "Legolas."
Legolas bowed, "I must thank you for yesterday." He was surprised as the Lord of Rivendell waved it aside, "It wasn't the first time, Thranduillion." He chuckled, "But now is not the time to discuss such matters." He waved his hand to the left, to where a chair stood in the shadows. "May I introduce you to my adopted son, Estel."
Legolas moved closer, and the boy called 'Estel' stood. He had dark brown hair to his shoulders, and dark eyes. But what the elf noticed first, and probably foremost was one thing...Estel was human.
Well, for those who forgot, Estel is Aragorn. More will be made clear in the next chapter... Hopefully... Well, what can I say? Thank you for reading this, and don't forget to send me a review!
Shout-Outs:
Star-Stallion: Is this good? And the cold thing...I know I know...But hey, it is a CUTE thought.
Sammy: Really? I just picked a name out of those rolling around in this excuse for a mind.
Dawn: Why thank you
Astievia: No problem whatsoever. And thank you for your comments. But be warned, this is not exactly the same Aragorn. He's younger, so he's more carefree, and wild.
Losing grip: Thank you.
Mornflower: I know. But I couldn't think of anything. Ill explain it all later. Maybe in the next chap ill come up with something to cover it.
Anonymous: Same to you