The disclaimer is in the first chapter.
A sense of dark foreboding haunted the lord of Imladris as he watch the brightening dawn sky bleed red across the heavens. But a sense of foreboding was not the only thing troubling his mind so early. His thoughts were focused on his twin sons once again. His heavy heart grieved at the loss of his beloved wife, Celebrian, and now the loss of his sons was crushing him. On that horrible day when the twins raced into the courtyard baring the almost lifeless body of his wife, he saw their hearts freeze; like the calm before the storm, they were still, not knowing how to react. The lord was able to heal Celebrian's body but he was unable to heal her spirit. In the end she had to leave Middle Earth and sail to the undying lands, else she would fade. The twins' hearts were filled with such anger and sadness at her departure that their once open and joyful hearts turned to stone and their eyes to ice. They fed off their hatred and focused their revenge on the creatures that had attacked and attempted to kill their beloved mother, the orcs. Now, as they have been doing for centuries ever since their mother sailed, the twins are always gone off to kill orcs, always coming back home severely injured and balancing on deaths' door. And like always it was their father who pulled them back from the edge, healed them and nursed them back to health, but in the end the result was only the same, they would leave. Leave him all alone for his precious daughter, Arwen, had left the day her mother sailed, for the grief was too much for her and she could not return home with so many memories of her mother haunting her. So she now dwells with Celebrian's parents in Lorien. The lord sighed and tried to chase away his depressing thoughts but no matter how much he hoped they would just stay away for good, they always managed to come back. 'No matter how much I beg and try to reason with them, they never listen. I know they are angry at me for not being able to keep Celebrian here but…' his thoughts were interrupted by the clearing of a throat.
"You may be the Lord of this land, Elrond, but I am the ruler of this house and now that I have finally found you, you are going to eat!" admonished the stern voice of Erestor, his trusted advisor and a long time beloved friend. Elrond inwardly groaned; for to groan outwardly would be very unlordly, and turned to face his friend. But this time a small groan sneaked its way passed his lips when he saw not only Erestor standing behind him but Glorfindel; the general of his soldiers and also a very close friend, standing there as well.
"Just do what he says;" Glorfindel mock whispered, "He will shut up faster if you do." The general gracefully side stepped Erestor's elbow and gave Elrond a cup of tea.
"What is troubling you so early in the day my friend?" Glorfindel asked but before Elrond could even think of a reply, the three elves started when they heard two identical voices scream out "ADA" at the top of their lungs. Before the scream die away the room was emptied of its occupants, the elves burst into the courtyard just as the twins leapt off their horses.
"Ada, the…the rangers…under attack! Need help!" Elrohir panted out in a rush, waving his hands around in a very unelf like manner.
"Elrohir, my son, calm yourself and you can tell me all that has happened as we walk to the healing wing. I need to have a look at you and your brothers' wounds." The lord stated calmly and started back into the house, when his son grabbed him and spun him back around so he was face to face with the twin.
"NO! You need to listen to me! Elladan and I were on the fourth day of our orc hunting trip when we heard an attack taking place near where the ranger camp was. The orcs have found the camp, Ada, and they burned it to the ground. Only one foruth of the people remain and Arathorn and Gilraen were killed." Elrohir finished quickly before his voice could break and betray him. Elrond, for his part, was only about to stare openly at his sons, unkowningly showing his every emotion he was feeling on his normally blank face. Shock, anger, grief, and finally acceptance is what it showed.
"Then the line of kings has ended. The line of Elros is gone. The last hope in defeating the darkness that continues to grow everyday is gone. We elves have the peace in sailing, but the morals do not, and it is in that which lyes their doom." His voice a hollow whisper.
"No, ada, do not despair," came Elladan's reassuring voice, "before they died Arathorn and Gilraen bore a son, a son named Aragorn, and he lives. In fact he is here, look." Elladan commanded softly to break his father out of his morose thoughts. Elrond, noticing the bundle Elladan carried for the first time, walked over and pulled the blanket back. What he saw shocked him to his very core. The child was nothing more than a toddler, he had pale skin and shoulder length dark unruly hair, and eyes a silver grey like that of a storm but held so much sorrow, knowledge, and understanding for one so young. But what shocked him the most, what frozen him in his spot was the fact that the child he saw, looked exactly like his twin brother, Elros, did when he was an elfling. Before he decided to live as a mortal human instead of an immortal elf, before he died. So shocked was he that he could not bare to look at the child any longer and unexpectantly spun around and promptly walked away, for the pain of his brother leaving him was too great.
"Ada!" The twins called after him and tried to stop him but Glorfindel extended his arm and held them back.
"Not now, just let him go. Valar, he has been through enough already! Do you know who the boy looks like? Elros, he is the spitting image of your Uncle Elros, your father's twin, when he was that age." Glorfindel informed them. "Here why don't you two go clean up and have Erestor take a look at your wounds. I will go take care of the child then confront your father." The twins wordlessly nodded their agreement and handed the child to their mentor and general then turned to leave when Elladan smacked into something or someone and fell over backwards.
"Sorry my lord!" cried a panicked soilder as he help the twin to his feet, "I was not watching where I was going and I…" but he never finished for Elladan held up his hand to silence him and chuckled.
"Tis alright Morthon. Calm down I should be more careful anyway." Elladan said as he and Elrohir left to go up to their rooms. Morthon bowed to Glorfindel and Erestor as he passed and they smiled in reply.
"I want to see my captain up bright and early tomorrow with the fifth, sixth, and seventh regiaments. The ranger camp has been attacked by orcs and they will need our help as soon as possible. Also gather the needed supplies for healing, food, clothing, and shelter for they are in dire need of it." Glorfindel commanded his captain.
"Yes sir!" Morthon said and saluted in the elvish fashion with his right fist over his heart and bowed. Glorfindel nodded and walked back into the house.
"Alright little one let us see if we can find anything for you to wear? How about that? You can have the twins' old room from when they were elfings; there are many toys you can play with and clothes that should fit you." Glorfindel rambled on as he opened the bedroom door. The child seemed to be in shock and did not respond to anything he had said. Setting the child down was a problem for he did not want to let go so Glorfindel gently washed and clothed him, holding him the entire time.
"There it is time for you to sleep now little one." He said tucking the little tike in and turning to leave when the boy started to whimper. "Okay, I will stay until you fall asleep." And he cradled Estel until he was deeply asleep, then quietly snuck out to check on Elrond.
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