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An Enelya Production; Part 2 of the Mellyn Ten'oio Saga (Friends forever); Warning- child angst, and slight AU
A/N- I realize that Aragorn's mother didn't die with his father but I have made it so that she has. Also please not the Tolkien said Aragorn was raised in Rivendell by Elrond, so I see it as if Elrond adopted him as his own son and that the twin were like brothers to him. Thank you and enjoy the story. And thank you to all the reviewers to the previous first story in my series.
Previous story in series- Whispering Tears (It would be better if you read both these stories but this can stand alone.)
Outcast of Rivendell
Part 1
Lord Elrond paced in his study chambers anxiously waiting the arrival of the new addition to his kingdom. He was told the terrible news of the deaths of the king and queen of Gondor only two days ago. He ordered for their young son to be brought to Rivendell for the child's protection. He continued to pace tension began to clot in the air as minutes went by each feeling like hours. He didn't know what to expect with a human child coming to Rivendell. Though he would admit this aloud, he was afraid that the child wouldn't be accepted just because was not an elf.
The human that was coming had very little Elven blood in him, though you would never be able to guess this fact just by looking at him. Finally the doors to his chamber opened and in walked a human guard from Gondor, carrying a sleeping child in his arms.
"Lord Elrond we are very thankful that you have kindly accepted to take in our king's son, in our desperate time of need." "It is no trouble at all; it is worth everything to make sure this child is safe!" Elrond replied taking Aragorn son of Arathorn from the human guard.
"I will take my leave now before the child stirs. For I know he will not let me leave without him." He told Elrond smiling through his tears, as he left The House of Elrond.
Elrond took the child to what would be his new room and laid him on the giant Elven bed. Which it seemed he could easily get lost in. Elrond stared at the child as he pushed away a stray lock of the young humans brown hair from his face. He turned at the sound of the door opening to find his twin sons walking into the room.
"I see the child has finally arrived ada." Said the eldest twin Elladan as they both stepped up to the side of the bed. "Yes, this will not be easy my sons for this boy have witnessed the murder of both his parents, and he is too young to realize his parents are not coming back."
"How old is he?" asked the younger twin Elrohir. "Two human years; though he has Elven blood in him, he will live longer then the average man." "Not all elves accept me ada." "I am aware of that ion-nin."
Aragorn began to stir as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The young toddler looked around nervously, not recognizing where he was. He looked up at the three unfamiliar faces. He began to whimper as he curled himself up into a ball. "There is nothing to fear young one, no one here will harm you." Elrond move forward to touch the boy's should but Aragorn just slid further under the sheets. So far under that only his eyes were peeking out. He mumbled something that was stifled by the sheets.
"What was that young one?" Elrohir asked gently pushing away the covers from the child's mouth. "I want mommy and daddy!" the three froze as their hearts broke into a million pieces for the young boy. "Aragorn your mommy and daddy are in very deep sleep."
"When will they wake up?" he asked in the most innocent voice, as Elrond sat down on the Elven bed. "They are not going to wake up; they have passed on to the Halls of Mandos, to a more peaceful place."
"No they are coming back, you'll see they are, they are!" the young toddler cried as Elrond pulled him into a tight embrace. Aragorn struggled against Elrond, not recognizing the older elf's gentle touch.
The Elven lord started to sing an Elven lullaby to calm to boy fighting in his arms. Aragorn's struggle began to lighten as the soft and comforting voice reached his ears. Though he didn't understand the words caressing his ears, they clamed him immensely. He began to drift off to sleep, Elrond placed his head gently back onto the pillow. He looked at his twin sons to see the tears streaming down their cheeks.
"Aragorn is not a name for this boy." "Then what do you think he should be call?" Elrohir asked crossing his arms over his chest. "I think Estel suits him more." Elrond replied as both his sons laughed. "Ada this boy is going to be teased enough already. Why do you want to put him though more?"
"Having an elvish name will help him more then hurt him." "I hope you are right adar, I do not wish to see this boy in anymore pain." Elladan confessed as the two other elves silently agreed.
Elvish translation-
Ada- dad, daddy
Adar- Father
Ion-nin- my son