Aragorn's Secret Weapon
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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Chapters 9B+C
Title: Aragorn's Secret Weapon 9B+C
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Tinorial Peredhil
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst full ahead, fluff, and humor. Bad or good endings… lol!
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Aragorn has a plan on how he will finally beat Legolas. But will Legolas find out? And if he does, what he will do?
Note: Estel’s age is 7, and Legolas’s age is 14 and only an elfling compared to the other elves.
9B.
Elrond swallowed hard as he looked upon his son. Sweat covered his forehead and he quickly wiped it away. Estel looked at his father with worry and felt as if he was being left behind because they were not telling him what is happening.
Elrond walked over to his son and knelt by him. “I need you to do something for me,” he said softly.
Estel looked at his father’ face and asked curiosly, “What is it?”
“I… wait for me in the kitchen, I… I brought some herbs with me, wait for me there…” Elrond answered, a sparkle in his eyes, as though he had some sort of plan that left the boy wanting more answers.
Estel nodded and looked at his father and the twins before he left, tears falling from his eyes.
Glorfindel and Erestor tried not to say a word when Estel was there, but when Estel left the room, Erestor looked at his lord and said, “You have to tell him, he is your son.”
Elrond looked upon his advisor’s face, noticed the serious look that he wore, and said his response to the advisor’s words. “I know that he is my son, but I cannot do it, I cannot tell him what has happen! This has to wait!”
Glorfindel could not resist as he heard his lord and friend speak in that manner. He exploded. “With all due respect, my lord, I think that you should let your son and Legolas know about it. Allow them to face their fears with each other, because, my lord, as I see what is going on here at your house, time after time, your sons and Legolas are always being found wounded and hurting. This is has to stop.”
Elrond only glared at his old friend. He knew that Glorfindel was right in every word that he said, but he felt that his sons were still young to face all of these threats. He did not want to face the worst.
“I need to go, my son is waiting for me.” Elrond hurried and left.
Erestor and Glorfindel sighed. The former went back to his room, leaving Glorfindel to handle it by himself.
Glorfindel walked towards Elrohir and squeezed his shoulders as he gently said, “He will be fine. Do not lose hope.”
Elrohir smiled as he heard the last word as Glorfindel said to him. “Thank you…”
“It is my pleasure.” Glorfindel smiled and added, “Call me if there is something new or if you need anything.” He looked carefully at the twin. “I will always be there for you and your brothers if you want to talk, you know that, do you not?”
Elrohir looked on him and answered, “I know, thank you.”
Glorfindel only grinned and left the room.
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Elrond took the herbs from his room and walked to the kitchen. Estel was impatient, too impatient. He walked back and forth, and it was seemed to his father that something was amiss.
“Estel?” Elrond called. He voice seemed to wake Estel from his thoughts as the boy ceased pacing.
Estel stopped walking when he saw his father. When he looked at him, his face was impatient. “Ada, what is it? Is something happen…” he asked, but he was halted by his father.
“Do not even think that my son, everything will be alright,” Elrond answered as he tried to stay calm. “I need you to give these herbs to Legolas. Make him drink it all, and when he asks why, tell him that his body is still weak, and this is to give him more strength.”
Estel took the herbs from his father’s hands and nodded.
“Every day give him the herbs to drink when the sun is in the middle of the sky and also when the sun is going to set,” Elrond explained, smiling as he added softly, “You are a healer now, my son, take care of him and do not let him leave the room.”
Estel looked worriedly at his father and grew more curious as to why Legolas could not leave the room. ”But why father? Is there something wrong?”
“Heal him my son,” was the only thing Elrond said as he moved his hands to clap his son’s shoulders.
“I will do it father. Thank you.”
“Now off you go,” Elrond sent his son to Legolas’ room with a smile.
As Estel left, he hurried back over the healing room, and then he sighed heavily in relief as he did not want that Legolas will be there.
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In Legolas’ room…
Legolas did not know why Estel was not coming. Time passed slowly when Estel left, and the Prince was bored. He was about to leave the bed as he finally saw Estel come.
“What? Where is Elladan?” he asked, noticing that the twin was not even there.
“I do not know… I mean I do know…” Estel got confused, as he did not have a firm idea what had happen to his brother and lowered his head.
“What?” Legolas asked.
“Oh… my adar wanted that you to drink these herbs, as your body not yet healed,” Estel mentioned.
“Why? Where is your father, Estel?” Legolas questioned him, feeling the need to know the answers.
“Listen, all I know that your body is weak and that you should take the herbs for healing. Drink it, please,” Estel demanded.
“Alright, alright, give it to me,” Legolas said in defeat, drinking all that was required of him. His eyes blinked quickly and he turned to his friend. “For what exactly were herbs meant for?”
“For your body, to heal.”
“Oh… funny, but I feel tired, good night Este…” Legolas drifted to sleep before he finished the sentence.
Estel looked outside, noticed the daylight, and muttered, “But it is not even dark outside… err…”
9C.
Estel left the room hurriedly, worried that something might have happened to Legolas. “Adar! Adar!” he called as he ran.
Elrond heard from the healing room his son’s voice. Noticing the panic, he quickly left the room and caught Estel.
“What is it, my son? Tell me what is wrong,” Elrond requested, his eyes set on his son’s.
“It… it is Legolas, he fell asleep, and it is only daylight outside…” Estel hastily explained, not knowing what he should do at that moment.
“Calm down, my boy, he will be alright, just make sure that he drinks the herbs twice a day, and do not let him leave the room. Do you understand, my son?”
Estel nodded and Elrond suggested, “Go to him, watch over him, and get some sleep yourself.”
“But it is only daylight,” Estel argued half-heartedly as worry for his friend grabbed him. Then an idea seemed to come over him and he asked with pleading eyes, “Can I play with Glorfy and Eres? Please… adar?”
Elrond looked at his son then nodded with a deep sigh. He was still trying to keep calm. “As night falls, you need to bring Legolas the herbs, remember what I said.”
Estel hide the smile, not quite certain of his father’s words, and asked again, “Can I play with them, adar?”
“You can,” Elrond said. When he noticed the sparkle in his son’s eyes he added, “But do not forget what have I asked you, alright?”
Estel nodded and hurried outside, as he shouted to Glorfindel and Erestor. “Glorfy, where are you? Eres… I am in the GAAAAAARDEEEEEEEEEEN!” Estel emphasized the last word as he ran, his hands in the air, and he kept shouting.
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Glorfindel and Erestor could not ignore Estel as they heard him yell. The blonde-haired elf looked over at the advisor and, noticing the worried look that was on his face, grinned at him with a shy smile. “I guess that we do not have any choice…”
Erestor looked back at him and added, “We better hurry, he could wake Elrohir. I know that he has not rested since he found his brother, and I walked to the healing room and noticed that he slept.”
“Good point, that means that we must hurry.” Glorfindel grinned and left the room as Erestor followed him.
Estel was pleased as he saw the lords step out of the garden as he ran over to them with mischievous smile and jumped on Glorfindel, almost causing the elder elf to fall.
“What is it, Estel?” Glorfindel asked as he scanned the wary look on the boy’s face, knowing that there was something amiss and feeling a need to find out.
“Would you consider canceling the plan?” Erestor questioned him with pleading eyes.
“No!” Estel said quickly. He still thought of the plan, it made him smile every time he thought of it.
“Then why are we here?” Glorfindel asked softly, wanting to know the real reason.
Estel lowered his head, then raised it slowly appraising the lords. “What had happen to ‘Dan, Glorfy, Eres?” he asked.
With deep sigh, Glorfindel tried to answer as best he could, “You need to asked your father, Estel, we are not your family, we are only your father’s friends, and lords here…”
Estel looked at them. He was not quite arguing their answers, but he felt the need to clarify, “But to me, you are my family, no matter what Father or anyone else could say.”
Erestor leaned towards Estel until his eyes were the same level as the boy’s and asked as softly as he could (he did not want to cause any disappoint to Estel), “Has Elrond given something to Legolas? I noticed that he said herbs before… how is Legolas?”
“Doing fine, I suppose. Father gave me herbs and told me to give them to him twice a day, when the sun in the middle of the sky and when the sun is going to set,” Estel answered, and then his face brightened as he remembered something. “Father said that these herbs are for Legolas’ body, so that he may strengthen, for he is weak.”
“And what was Legolas’ body’s reaction to the herbs?” Erestor asked in worry.
It was not the first time that Elrond gave herbs in that manner. All the elves knew that when someone was ill, the lord himself showed up and healed the unfortunate being.
Erestor was worried when he heard Estel’s words, and he hoped that nothing bad had happened to Legolas as he remembered ‘Ro’s case, when the twins invited their grandparents. That led to a comedy of mistakes, caused Elrohir ill, and had gotten his father distracted in so many ways that he almost forgotten to heal his own son… but that is another story.
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In the healing room…
Elrond entered the room; his eyes were wet from the tears falling time after time as he saw his sons. He was tired, but he could not let himself sleep, not until he saw with his own eyes Elladan and Elrohir smiling and being friends again.
A flashback from the past began to hit his mind as he remembered his wife, Celebrían. He remembered the time that they splendid day with all the family together, though this blast in his mind was like a cracked glass. His wife had sailed across the Sea to the Undying Lands, awaiting him, and he had had to raise his children almost by himself, as his friends tried to help him as much as they could.
‘I wish that you could help me somehow, I am in dire need of it,’ Elrond thought. He grew paler and did not feel very well. He was dizzy, having neither eaten nor slept.
He walked slowly to his son, Elrohir, and leaned on him. He whispered, “Elrohir…” and collapsed on the floor.
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In the meanwhile, in the garden…
Erestor noticed the sun as it changed and passed by. He had to let Estel to know. “Estel, look at the sky,” Erestor said and added, “Should you not give something to Legolas? I mean the herbs.”
Estel looked up at the sky, noticed, and ran inside.
As Estel vanished, Glorfindel turned to his friend, his face curious as he asked, “Do you think that Elrond did not want Legolas to see the result? Do you think that Elrond drugged him?”
Erestor looked at his friend, not knowing why he asked the question. He felt that Elrond hadn’t drugged the elf, but he also felt that something was amiss with the elven lord. Yet he said nothing. He was not quite certain about anything.
Glorfindel scanned the look that was upon his friend’s face and canceled the answer as he raised his hand and assumed, “This is not the Elrond that we know, my friend, he must be having a hard time now…”
End of Chapter 9C.
R/R
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*Poke Legolas a little, and covered behind the blankets* Lol!
Please don't kill me...
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Tinorial Peredhil
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst full ahead, fluff, and humor. Bad or good endings… lol!
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for my own evil plans.
Spoiler: Total AU.
Summary: Aragorn has a plan on how he will finally beat Legolas. But will Legolas find out? And if he does, what he will do?
Note: Estel’s age is 7, and Legolas’s age is 14 and only an elfling compared to the other elves.
9B.
Elrond swallowed hard as he looked upon his son. Sweat covered his forehead and he quickly wiped it away. Estel looked at his father with worry and felt as if he was being left behind because they were not telling him what is happening.
Elrond walked over to his son and knelt by him. “I need you to do something for me,” he said softly.
Estel looked at his father’ face and asked curiosly, “What is it?”
“I… wait for me in the kitchen, I… I brought some herbs with me, wait for me there…” Elrond answered, a sparkle in his eyes, as though he had some sort of plan that left the boy wanting more answers.
Estel nodded and looked at his father and the twins before he left, tears falling from his eyes.
Glorfindel and Erestor tried not to say a word when Estel was there, but when Estel left the room, Erestor looked at his lord and said, “You have to tell him, he is your son.”
Elrond looked upon his advisor’s face, noticed the serious look that he wore, and said his response to the advisor’s words. “I know that he is my son, but I cannot do it, I cannot tell him what has happen! This has to wait!”
Glorfindel could not resist as he heard his lord and friend speak in that manner. He exploded. “With all due respect, my lord, I think that you should let your son and Legolas know about it. Allow them to face their fears with each other, because, my lord, as I see what is going on here at your house, time after time, your sons and Legolas are always being found wounded and hurting. This is has to stop.”
Elrond only glared at his old friend. He knew that Glorfindel was right in every word that he said, but he felt that his sons were still young to face all of these threats. He did not want to face the worst.
“I need to go, my son is waiting for me.” Elrond hurried and left.
Erestor and Glorfindel sighed. The former went back to his room, leaving Glorfindel to handle it by himself.
Glorfindel walked towards Elrohir and squeezed his shoulders as he gently said, “He will be fine. Do not lose hope.”
Elrohir smiled as he heard the last word as Glorfindel said to him. “Thank you…”
“It is my pleasure.” Glorfindel smiled and added, “Call me if there is something new or if you need anything.” He looked carefully at the twin. “I will always be there for you and your brothers if you want to talk, you know that, do you not?”
Elrohir looked on him and answered, “I know, thank you.”
Glorfindel only grinned and left the room.
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Elrond took the herbs from his room and walked to the kitchen. Estel was impatient, too impatient. He walked back and forth, and it was seemed to his father that something was amiss.
“Estel?” Elrond called. He voice seemed to wake Estel from his thoughts as the boy ceased pacing.
Estel stopped walking when he saw his father. When he looked at him, his face was impatient. “Ada, what is it? Is something happen…” he asked, but he was halted by his father.
“Do not even think that my son, everything will be alright,” Elrond answered as he tried to stay calm. “I need you to give these herbs to Legolas. Make him drink it all, and when he asks why, tell him that his body is still weak, and this is to give him more strength.”
Estel took the herbs from his father’s hands and nodded.
“Every day give him the herbs to drink when the sun is in the middle of the sky and also when the sun is going to set,” Elrond explained, smiling as he added softly, “You are a healer now, my son, take care of him and do not let him leave the room.”
Estel looked worriedly at his father and grew more curious as to why Legolas could not leave the room. ”But why father? Is there something wrong?”
“Heal him my son,” was the only thing Elrond said as he moved his hands to clap his son’s shoulders.
“I will do it father. Thank you.”
“Now off you go,” Elrond sent his son to Legolas’ room with a smile.
As Estel left, he hurried back over the healing room, and then he sighed heavily in relief as he did not want that Legolas will be there.
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In Legolas’ room…
Legolas did not know why Estel was not coming. Time passed slowly when Estel left, and the Prince was bored. He was about to leave the bed as he finally saw Estel come.
“What? Where is Elladan?” he asked, noticing that the twin was not even there.
“I do not know… I mean I do know…” Estel got confused, as he did not have a firm idea what had happen to his brother and lowered his head.
“What?” Legolas asked.
“Oh… my adar wanted that you to drink these herbs, as your body not yet healed,” Estel mentioned.
“Why? Where is your father, Estel?” Legolas questioned him, feeling the need to know the answers.
“Listen, all I know that your body is weak and that you should take the herbs for healing. Drink it, please,” Estel demanded.
“Alright, alright, give it to me,” Legolas said in defeat, drinking all that was required of him. His eyes blinked quickly and he turned to his friend. “For what exactly were herbs meant for?”
“For your body, to heal.”
“Oh… funny, but I feel tired, good night Este…” Legolas drifted to sleep before he finished the sentence.
Estel looked outside, noticed the daylight, and muttered, “But it is not even dark outside… err…”
9C.
Estel left the room hurriedly, worried that something might have happened to Legolas. “Adar! Adar!” he called as he ran.
Elrond heard from the healing room his son’s voice. Noticing the panic, he quickly left the room and caught Estel.
“What is it, my son? Tell me what is wrong,” Elrond requested, his eyes set on his son’s.
“It… it is Legolas, he fell asleep, and it is only daylight outside…” Estel hastily explained, not knowing what he should do at that moment.
“Calm down, my boy, he will be alright, just make sure that he drinks the herbs twice a day, and do not let him leave the room. Do you understand, my son?”
Estel nodded and Elrond suggested, “Go to him, watch over him, and get some sleep yourself.”
“But it is only daylight,” Estel argued half-heartedly as worry for his friend grabbed him. Then an idea seemed to come over him and he asked with pleading eyes, “Can I play with Glorfy and Eres? Please… adar?”
Elrond looked at his son then nodded with a deep sigh. He was still trying to keep calm. “As night falls, you need to bring Legolas the herbs, remember what I said.”
Estel hide the smile, not quite certain of his father’s words, and asked again, “Can I play with them, adar?”
“You can,” Elrond said. When he noticed the sparkle in his son’s eyes he added, “But do not forget what have I asked you, alright?”
Estel nodded and hurried outside, as he shouted to Glorfindel and Erestor. “Glorfy, where are you? Eres… I am in the GAAAAAARDEEEEEEEEEEN!” Estel emphasized the last word as he ran, his hands in the air, and he kept shouting.
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Glorfindel and Erestor could not ignore Estel as they heard him yell. The blonde-haired elf looked over at the advisor and, noticing the worried look that was on his face, grinned at him with a shy smile. “I guess that we do not have any choice…”
Erestor looked back at him and added, “We better hurry, he could wake Elrohir. I know that he has not rested since he found his brother, and I walked to the healing room and noticed that he slept.”
“Good point, that means that we must hurry.” Glorfindel grinned and left the room as Erestor followed him.
Estel was pleased as he saw the lords step out of the garden as he ran over to them with mischievous smile and jumped on Glorfindel, almost causing the elder elf to fall.
“What is it, Estel?” Glorfindel asked as he scanned the wary look on the boy’s face, knowing that there was something amiss and feeling a need to find out.
“Would you consider canceling the plan?” Erestor questioned him with pleading eyes.
“No!” Estel said quickly. He still thought of the plan, it made him smile every time he thought of it.
“Then why are we here?” Glorfindel asked softly, wanting to know the real reason.
Estel lowered his head, then raised it slowly appraising the lords. “What had happen to ‘Dan, Glorfy, Eres?” he asked.
With deep sigh, Glorfindel tried to answer as best he could, “You need to asked your father, Estel, we are not your family, we are only your father’s friends, and lords here…”
Estel looked at them. He was not quite arguing their answers, but he felt the need to clarify, “But to me, you are my family, no matter what Father or anyone else could say.”
Erestor leaned towards Estel until his eyes were the same level as the boy’s and asked as softly as he could (he did not want to cause any disappoint to Estel), “Has Elrond given something to Legolas? I noticed that he said herbs before… how is Legolas?”
“Doing fine, I suppose. Father gave me herbs and told me to give them to him twice a day, when the sun in the middle of the sky and when the sun is going to set,” Estel answered, and then his face brightened as he remembered something. “Father said that these herbs are for Legolas’ body, so that he may strengthen, for he is weak.”
“And what was Legolas’ body’s reaction to the herbs?” Erestor asked in worry.
It was not the first time that Elrond gave herbs in that manner. All the elves knew that when someone was ill, the lord himself showed up and healed the unfortunate being.
Erestor was worried when he heard Estel’s words, and he hoped that nothing bad had happened to Legolas as he remembered ‘Ro’s case, when the twins invited their grandparents. That led to a comedy of mistakes, caused Elrohir ill, and had gotten his father distracted in so many ways that he almost forgotten to heal his own son… but that is another story.
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In the healing room…
Elrond entered the room; his eyes were wet from the tears falling time after time as he saw his sons. He was tired, but he could not let himself sleep, not until he saw with his own eyes Elladan and Elrohir smiling and being friends again.
A flashback from the past began to hit his mind as he remembered his wife, Celebrían. He remembered the time that they splendid day with all the family together, though this blast in his mind was like a cracked glass. His wife had sailed across the Sea to the Undying Lands, awaiting him, and he had had to raise his children almost by himself, as his friends tried to help him as much as they could.
‘I wish that you could help me somehow, I am in dire need of it,’ Elrond thought. He grew paler and did not feel very well. He was dizzy, having neither eaten nor slept.
He walked slowly to his son, Elrohir, and leaned on him. He whispered, “Elrohir…” and collapsed on the floor.
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In the meanwhile, in the garden…
Erestor noticed the sun as it changed and passed by. He had to let Estel to know. “Estel, look at the sky,” Erestor said and added, “Should you not give something to Legolas? I mean the herbs.”
Estel looked up at the sky, noticed, and ran inside.
As Estel vanished, Glorfindel turned to his friend, his face curious as he asked, “Do you think that Elrond did not want Legolas to see the result? Do you think that Elrond drugged him?”
Erestor looked at his friend, not knowing why he asked the question. He felt that Elrond hadn’t drugged the elf, but he also felt that something was amiss with the elven lord. Yet he said nothing. He was not quite certain about anything.
Glorfindel scanned the look that was upon his friend’s face and canceled the answer as he raised his hand and assumed, “This is not the Elrond that we know, my friend, he must be having a hard time now…”
End of Chapter 9C.
R/R
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*Poke Legolas a little, and covered behind the blankets* Lol!
Please don't kill me...