Hi, everybody! I smiled when this plot came to my mind. God gives me inspiration sometimes at the most unexpected moments. I don't own LOTR or the characters. Reviews are absolutely welcome!

Estel is 7-years-old here. Hope you enjoy!

"Rise and shine, little brother!" The two Elrondion sons burst into the human boy's room.

"Aaargghh!" Estel groaned in return, which only made him feel much worse than he already did. His whole body felt heavy, his head as if it was full of cotton, and his throat felt like it was on fire. His outburst just now did not help!

But the twins didn't catch on. They were used to him being grumpy from time to time when they woke him up, especially if he'd stayed up passed his bedtime without permission! "Oh, come on now." Elrohir said sneakily. "You're not going to be a lazy bones on this bright morning, are you? After you've been begging us for what feels like a century to let you ride your horse on your own?"

"O...way..." Estel mumbled, keeping his eyes closed. It hurt to speak, it hurt to move his mouth muscles at all, and his throat felt like a dwarf's melting pot.

"Come on, Estel." Elladan smirked, moving closer. Estel could hear their footsteps close to his bed, and he buried his nose deeper inside his pillow. I thought for sure he'd bolt out of bed when we mentioned the horseback riding! I mean, that's only all he's talked about for weeks. Elladan grabbed the covers and pulled them back but Estel snatched at them, moaning and trying to cover himself back up.

"Mmm-hmm. Someone overslept again." Elrohir shook his head. "I know what will wake him up." He reached down and started tickling his little brother's feet then went for his sides. Estel didn't laugh, not at all. In fact, he felt very irritable. Why couldn't his big goons of brothers just leave him alone? His head was spinning, and Elrohir's spidery finger touches made his muscles ache more than tickle.

"'Op...Me alone!" Estel snapped.

"Oh, come on, little brother. You know you like this game as much as we do." Elladan chuckled with his twin.

"I said...STOP!" Estel hollered loudly, sitting up in the bed. His screeching burned his throat horribly. He gasped and clutched his neck, and started crying. The twins had halted their jest, watching with alarmed faces. It wasn't like Estel to be that out of sorts. Something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Estel?" Elladan asked, all humor from his voice gone. He rubbed his little brother's back. "Are you alright?"

"It burns!" Estel wailed, his sobbing only building up the scouring pain inside his mouth. And having to raise his vocal chords to make himself heard more than doubled the excruciating discomfort.

"What burns?" Elrohir asked. He sat down and felt his brother's forehead. "He's very feverish." He said, with a tone of worry. "We need Ada in here."

"Do you feel sick, Estel?" Elladan asked. "Does your belly hurt? Are you cold?"

"My throat...really hurts! Really, really hurts." Estel swallowed hard, trying to get the words out. He dropped his head on Elladan's chest. "It hurts so bad. It's burning!"

"Alright, alright. Calm yourself, little brother." Elladan said soothingly. "Try to stop crying. We'll find Ada and he'll have you feeling better in no time." Elrohir had stood up and left the room to get his father. Estel groaned. His head felt so heavy, he just dropped into his brother's lap. Elladan didn't mind, and massaged his sweaty hair. He hated it when Estel got sick. He didn't understand exactly what the boy was going through and it startled him.

Elrohir returned quickly with Elrond. They stepped over to the bed. "What's wrong, Estel?" Elrond asked softly. "Your brother told me you aren't feeling well?" Estel whimpered and slid off Elladan's lap, curling up in a ball.

"Ada..." he moaned. Elladan moved aside to let his father take his place.

"Sit up, Estel, so I can understand what you're saying." Elrond said, helping the boy up. Estel groaned, hunching over. Elrond felt his forehead. "He is definitely feverish. Elrohir, hand me that..."

"Already here for you, Ada." Elrohir said, holding out a basin of water with a rag in it. Elrond rang out the rag and wiped Estel's forehead with it. The boy flinched.

"Ada, stop. It's cold!" He whined.

"I know, son. But it will help." Elrond said sympathetically. He'd been down this road so many times with his human son. "So tell me, ion nin, what's the matter this time?" Estel slinked back down on the pillows, feeling too tired and absolutely gruesome to sit up any longer. "Does your head hurt, son?"

"Mmm-hmm." Estel nodded.

"Anything else?"

"I ache all over." Estel grumbled. "And my head feels like a horse's full feed bag." The elves grinned at his description.

"Do you feel sick to your stomach?" Elrond asked, massaging the boy's abdomen.

"No." Estel said in a little voice. "My throat really hurts."

"Ahh. Is it bad?"

"Very bad!" Estel started to cry again. "Please make it feel better, Ada! It hurts so bad." More tears poured out as his throat felt singed.

"Well, open wide and let me look." Elrond said, tilting his son's chin. Estel did as instructed. Elrond frowned. The twins grimaced as they peeked over his shoulders.

"Ohh. No wonder you feel so awful!" Elrohir groaned dramatically, though he was truly appalled. "Your throat is as red and raw as a half eaten rabbit!" Elrond rolled his eyes. Estel whimpered again.

"Go away," He muttered to his brother.

"Sorry, but it's true." Elrohir shrugged.

"Oh, you're such a ray of sunshine, gwuindor." Elladan muttered.

"Ada, what's wrong with me?" Estel asked hoarsely.

"Well, your throat is very inflamed and your tonsils look infected." Elrond explained calmly.

Estel took another painful gulp. "That...sounds bad." He whispered, with anxious eyes.

"I do not think it is anything serious, but you're going to get all the rest you can. No arguments." Elrond said firmly.

"I feel too awful to even want to play." Estel lay on his side, hugging his pillow.

"I'm going to have to give you some medicine." Elrond warned him. Estel made a face.

"Okay." He groaned glumly.

"Oh my! He must be really sick to not put up a fight to that!" Elrohir gasped.

"You need lots of fluids too." Elrond said, patting Estel's shoulder and stroking his hair. "How does some cool apple juice sound?" He asked encouragingly. Estel nodded quickly. Anything cold right now sounded appealing if it would relieve his throat from feeling like Smaug's dragon fire! "I don't suppose you're hungry?"

"No!" Estel protested profusely.

"Shh, hush now. Just rest." Elrond told him quietly, gently rubbing his back. The twins left to get some juice for their brother, and some medicine.

"Ada?" Estel mewed like a kitten. There were still tears in his eyes.

"Yes?"

"You'll make me feel better, right?"

"Of course, son." Elrond smiled warmly.

Next chapter later. BTW, do you want me to make this one little story, or oneshots when Estel gets hurt or sick? Please leave reviews and let me know!