But Why?
Aragorn:
Estel finally fell asleep after many hidden tears and many unwanted thoughts. He didn't understand and he didn't know if he wanted to. What had he done to make his brothers act this way? Sure, hiding in the ravine wasn't the smartest of all decisions; perhaps they were teaching him a lesson. When he lifted his head, he saw the front porch of his home. Apparently they weren't expected back so soon, because it looked like the place was empty.
"Ai, you're awake tithen pen, welcome to Imladris" Elladan said looking down at the boy.
"'Dan, I know where we are, I LIVE here. Why are you doing this? If you're trying to teach me a lesson just say so, don't trick me like this!" he exclaimed. Elrohir glanced at his brother, a look of dreadful seriousness in his eyes.
"We are taking you to our father little one; we believe he can help you sort out your thoughts as well as mend your body"
"You think I'm insane?! Ada will not play along, he can't and he wouldn't." the boy stated vehemently as he started to struggle to get free. Elladan wasn't putting up with this, he whispered to his brother and suddenly Estel found he was free. He started to walk, but found the ground trying to hug him.
"Do you give in? Will you let us help you?" They asked. Estel looked up and just nodded. His eyes were starting to water again. Elrohir picked him up and held him lightly so not to hurt him further.
In under a minute, the trio were standing outside Lord Elrond's office and knocking upon the door. A muffled reply bid them enter. Elladan opened the door for his brother and the little Estel, then followed them in, intending to bring up the matter quickly. But he was cut off by his father's remark.
"Well! Who is this young one?" he asked, "you are hurt, may I help?" Estel gave him a look undecipherable.
"Adar, we found him in the ravine, he knew us and claimed to be our foster brother. He's injured and he won't let us help him"
"But why?" Estel asked, "Why did you pull Ada into this as well?" Elrond's eyebrows became non-existent for a second before his calm façade was replaced and he went to fix up something. Estel's wrist and leg were starting to throb and other cuts and bruises were making themselves known.
"We must talk about this child, but we cannot do it while you are still in this state of mind, Lord Elrond is one of the best healers around, if anyone can help you sort this out it is he." Elladan said to him as Elrohir put him down into one of the overstuffed chairs.
"Yes 'Dan, I know. And what he is about to give me is his patented sleeping drought, guaranteed to smell and taste vile, but knocks you out in under a moment"
The twins were both shocked and amused, they had never seen the child, but it seems the child had seen them and their household. Estel continued to stare downward, but glanced up in time to see the emotions flash across their faces. What confused him the most was how real they were, this had to be an act, but no one could fake that.
Lord Elrond returned with a goblet meant for Estel.
"Will you drink this so I can make you feel better?" He asked. Estel was young, but he knew that tone.
"Why?" he asked to himself about the situation. Elrond's worry lines started to appear. Estel took the drink and downed the whole thing. Elrond didn't understand that the question was not for him.
"So that you can be at peace" he answered taking the empty goblet back. Estel knew this, he knew the feeling, and at last there was something similar about where he was. Perhaps when he woke, he'd find he was still under the tree and Elladan and Elrohir would be calling for him. Maybe even scold him for hurting himself, he didn't care, he just wanted his family to know him. As he started to drift off into a medicated sleep, the elves heard him whisper one last thing;
"But why?"
Tithen Pen: Little one. (classic fan use, I know, I suck for doing it)
AN: there you go, that's the latest update, next chapter will be the "real world" so to speak. Thanks for reading and, as all whiny teenage writers say, please review.