Seeking Solitude

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Reviews: i know you all probably hate me for not updating in so long. sulks i'm really sorry! i'm a middle school student and have had to do a lot to wrap up my eighth grade year. sobs so anyway, please forgive me for not answering your reviews, because i'm just focusing on getting this story back in business.


Aragorn sighed wearily. How he wished he could get out of Rivendell! He loved his foster family very much, but he couldn't help feel different and unwanted. The rain pounded outside as he sat on his bed, feeling royally miserable. He pushed himself to his feet and walked out onto the balcony, getting soaked in seconds. Tiredly, Estel flicked water out of his eyes and leant against the railing.

The rain was beautiful. It washed everything away, and things began anew. Flowers bloomed with new life, trees grew new leaves, and rivers rambled with new content. The water drops looked like mithril, clear and untainted. The human sighed again. By now, being so wet was becoming uncomfortable, so he went inside, vigorously toweled himself off, and changed into dry clothes. Aragorn decided that he would go ask his adar if he could go on a hunting trip to get out of Imladris for a while and went to find him.

Walking out of his room by his own choosing was rare for the future king. Usually he stayed in there, though occasionally he climbed down the balcony to visit the gardens. Several elves stared at him as he passed. Finally, he got to Elrond's study and knocked.

"Come in," his father's voice answered. Aragorn quietly opened the door. Arwen was in there with the older elf. Eyes widening, the human backed up.

"I'll come back later, adar."

"No." The sound of Elrond's command stopped him. The lord of Rivendell rose and came toward him, beckoning the man back into the room. "I have time for you now. Also, I do not believe you and Arwen talk much. You should get to know each other." Aragorn reluctantly followed his father and sat down next to Arwen, the only free one. Undomiel turned and gave him a gentle smile. Aragorn managed to smile back, though it probably looked more like a grimace. Elrond sat behind his desk and looked at his ion curiously. "You wanted something, ion nin?"

"I am planning to go on a hunting trip. Do I have you permission?" Better to get right to the point.

"Alone?" Elrond looked shocked.

"How else do I do things?" In other words 'No duh'.

"I think it might be good." Both males' heads whipped around at the sound of Arwen's voice. "Adar, Estel needs sometime to himself, without the twins. And you are always telling me how competent his is with a sword." Aragorn was very surprised. When the she-elf had first come to Imladris, she had tried to talk to him a lot. But he had always froze and never had known what to say. After several attempts and getting the same results, she had finally given up. He had thought she had taken his silence as rejection and was mad at him. But here she was defending Aragorn, trying to help him.

Elrond caved. "All right, you have my permission." Surprised at how easy it had been, Estel threw a grateful glance at the Evenstar, and left to pack. The next morning, he was gone.


A/N: again, so sorry, it took so long!

ion: son