Aragorn's Secret Weapon
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Chapter 17
Title: Aragorn's Secret Weapon 17
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta:Manon
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.
Part 1: Family
17.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Henri Nouwen
Later that day…
Glorfindel left Legolas’ room and headed toward the healing room.
He saw Elladan, and felt his heart pound faster and faster.
“What is it, Glorfy?” Elladan asked him when he noticed the lord’s face.
“I am glad to see you awake, Elladan,” Glorfindel said, sighing in relief, and then he continued, “There is someone who would like to speak with you…”
Glorfindel glanced back at the door, realizing that Legolas had not entered with him.
“Legolas… you can come in, he will not bite you…” Glorfindel softly assured the elfing, holding out his hand.
Legolas grasped the hand, and followed the lord inside the room.
As he entered, he found himself staring at the bed, feeling their eyes piercing through him.
He lowered his head and took a deep breath before raising it to look at the elf lying on the bed.
“’Dan?” he called weakly, feeling uncomfortable after what had happened.
Estel went closer to his friend and gave him a hug. “I have missed you, mellon-nin…” he said.
“Hannon-le, mellon…” Legolas thanked him, his weary gaze returning to Elladan.
“I forgive you Estel…” he said softly, his eyes remaining on Elladan. He could still feel his guilt eating away at him.
Estel poked Legolas and giggled. “You have already said that to me, mellon-nin… I forgive you.”
Elrond rose from the bed and walked over to the young elf. Clasping Legolas’ shoulders, he made the elfling look at him.
Legolas looked at the lord standing before him, and then quickly bowed his head in honor and respect.
“Prince Legolas, can you answer a question for me?” Elrond asked with a large smile on his face.
Legolas nodded, his gaze once more returning to ‘Dan.
“Legolas, look at me,” Elrond demanded, and Legolas moved his head to face the lord again. Elrond continued, “Why are you bowing to me?”
Legolas opened his mouth to reply, but Elrond silenced him with a look in his eyes that shone with goodness and understanding. The elf lord loved Legolas as he loved his sons. He said, “You need to stop this, stop bowing to me. I am your friend, I am not… I am not…”
Elrond could not find the right word, but then Estel shouted, “Saruman…” and giggled.
Elrond smiled at Estel and nodded in agreement. “That is right, Estel, I am not Saruman. I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris, close to your father, mellon-nin,” he finished saying to the elfling before him.
“But…” Legolas tried to say, but was interrupted by Elrond.
“But what? You are a loyal friend to my sons, despite their weaknesses… you tried to be the best friend you could be, and you are,” Elrond assured him, and wiped the lone tear that fell from the prince’s eye.
“But… I thought that you would hate me, for what I had done to your sons…” Legolas said and lowered his head in shame.
Elrond lift the prince’s head with his finger, a smile on his face, and said softly, “Why should I hate you? Because of what had happened?” Legolas nodded and let the tears flow down his cheeks. “You should stop this at once, Prince; there is no use blaming yourself,” Elrond tried to reason with him.
“But ‘Dan…” Legolas muttered to the lord. His eyes filled with more tears, and he cried, “I almost cost you the life of your eldest son; how could you ever trust me again? What you said before… the best friend, how can I be that?” Legolas asked, roughly wiping away his tears.
Elladan rose from the bed. He heard each word that had left his friend’s lips. He could hear the pain in his friend’s voice.
Elrohir hurried over his side to help him, and Elladan nodded to him and smiled.
Supported by his twin, he sighed in relief as he reached his father’s side. Elrond helped Elrohir to support the still weak elf.
“Legolas… mellon-nin…” Elladan began to say, giving his friend a smile before continuing in a determined voice, “Legolas, as my Ada said, you are a loyal and caring friend, and I agree with him, and I think Estel and ‘Ro agree too. If we are hurt, you are willing to care for us, and you would put yourself before us. You know I am right about that.”
Legolas stared with him and nodded, knowing that he could not reply to what Elladan said. He then lowered his head, only to lift it slightly when he noticed Estel’s face as he smiled at the prince.
Elladan moved his hand over Legolas’ blond hair, making the elfling look up at him.
Elladan could see the wary mask that appeared on his friend’s face and wished that he could take that away. He wanted see his friend smile again.
“Legolas, mellon-nin, why are you so sad?” Elladan asked, focusing his gaze on the prince.
Estel moved to his father’s side and took his hand, before looking at his friend, waiting to hear his answer.
Elrohir and Elrond, still supporting Elladan from either side to stop him falling, glanced with curiosity at Legolas.
“Because… because… I let everyone down…” Legolas answered as he lowered his head again. He swallowed his tears, trying not to cry.
Elrond moved toward Legolas and clasped the elfling’s shoulders, while Estel took his father’s place in supporting Elladan.
“Greenleaf…” Elrond called softly, and raised Legolas’ head. Noticing the tears, he wiped them away and stared at the crying elf in front of him. Feeling his own emotions rising within him, he added, “You did not let me down, or my sons… do not belittle yourself like this.”
There was no response from the prince. “Legolas?” Elrond called in a worried voice. Cupping Legolas’ face with his hand, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
Legolas shook his head, but then stammered, “Can… can I have more of the herbs, please?”
Elrond turned his head toward the twins. Legolas’ words shocked him; he thought that the prince was healed, but obviously he was not. It seemed that Legolas still needed those herbs, and that in the elfling’s mind he was certain that the herbs would make his body strong.
Glorfindel moved toward Legolas, surprised by the prince’s request for more herbs.
Glorfindel could felt a pain in his heart, and he was sure that Elrond felt the same way, though Elrond might felt shame and regret for having given Legolas the herbs in the first place. But Glorfindel felt confused and beaten. He did think that the elfling that stood before him could regain his strength from the herbs, but reality suggested otherwise.
He stared at Elrond, who had his back turned to Legolas. Elrond nodded when he noticed the cunning look that Glorfindel gave him.
Elrond knew that Glorfindel possibly had an idea as to how Legolas could deal with his need for the herbs, and help cure the damage that Elrond had caused when he prescribed them.
“Legolas,” Glorfindel said, stroking Legolas’ hair softly, “Will you eat if I give you some food?”
Legolas turned his head slowly toward the voice, and stared at the smiling face of Glorfindel, who was nodding to him with assurance in his eyes. “I will come as long as you give me what my body needs,” Legolas said.
“Good… now come along…” Glorfindel said and led the elfling out of the room to the kitchen.
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After they left, Estel asked worriedly, “Will Legolas be fine again, Adar?”
Elrond knelt beside his son, looked at him, and then he looked back to the open door. Not knowing what should he say, as he simply looked and sighed heavily.
“I certainly hope so, Estel, I really hope so…” Elrond answered abstractly, his mind deep in thought.
The twins stared at each other, surprised by what their friend had said. It shocked them.
Elladan could felt his heart beating quickly. He was concerned about Legolas and his health.
He could feel his hands beginning to shake, and soon his whole body was shaking.
Elrohir held his brother tightly, afraid that he was going to lose him again.
He called to his father when he saw how his twin was trembling. He also saw that sweat was breaking out on his twin’s forehead.
Elrond rose and put his arm around Elladan, his worried gaze meeting Elrohir’s.
“Elladan… ion?” Elrond asked, his eyes widening in concern over his elder son, wanting to know what was wrong.
There was no answer from Elladan, and Elrond’s fear grew. The color that had been on Elladan’s face faded and he became deathly pale. His body was soon covered in a cold sweat.
“’Dan? ‘DAN!” Elrohir called, his heart racing. He was terribly afraid that he was going to lose his twin. He had no idea what was causing this.
“Ada…” Elrohir said, his eyes filled with tears.
Elrond stared at Elrohir and found himself swallowing his own tears, trying desperately hard not to cry. He did not know what to say, not wanting to say anything that could hurt either of them.
Elrond laid Elladan back on the bed and covered him with a blanket. Then he moved his hand over his forehead and wiped the sweat away.
“Ada, what is wrong with ‘Dan?” Estel asked when he noticed the pale and trembling form of his brother.
End of Chapter 17.
R/R
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta:Manon
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.
Part 1: Family
17.
Henri Nouwen
Later that day…
Glorfindel left Legolas’ room and headed toward the healing room.
He saw Elladan, and felt his heart pound faster and faster.
“What is it, Glorfy?” Elladan asked him when he noticed the lord’s face.
“I am glad to see you awake, Elladan,” Glorfindel said, sighing in relief, and then he continued, “There is someone who would like to speak with you…”
Glorfindel glanced back at the door, realizing that Legolas had not entered with him.
“Legolas… you can come in, he will not bite you…” Glorfindel softly assured the elfing, holding out his hand.
Legolas grasped the hand, and followed the lord inside the room.
As he entered, he found himself staring at the bed, feeling their eyes piercing through him.
He lowered his head and took a deep breath before raising it to look at the elf lying on the bed.
“’Dan?” he called weakly, feeling uncomfortable after what had happened.
Estel went closer to his friend and gave him a hug. “I have missed you, mellon-nin…” he said.
“Hannon-le, mellon…” Legolas thanked him, his weary gaze returning to Elladan.
“I forgive you Estel…” he said softly, his eyes remaining on Elladan. He could still feel his guilt eating away at him.
Estel poked Legolas and giggled. “You have already said that to me, mellon-nin… I forgive you.”
Elrond rose from the bed and walked over to the young elf. Clasping Legolas’ shoulders, he made the elfling look at him.
Legolas looked at the lord standing before him, and then quickly bowed his head in honor and respect.
“Prince Legolas, can you answer a question for me?” Elrond asked with a large smile on his face.
Legolas nodded, his gaze once more returning to ‘Dan.
“Legolas, look at me,” Elrond demanded, and Legolas moved his head to face the lord again. Elrond continued, “Why are you bowing to me?”
Legolas opened his mouth to reply, but Elrond silenced him with a look in his eyes that shone with goodness and understanding. The elf lord loved Legolas as he loved his sons. He said, “You need to stop this, stop bowing to me. I am your friend, I am not… I am not…”
Elrond could not find the right word, but then Estel shouted, “Saruman…” and giggled.
Elrond smiled at Estel and nodded in agreement. “That is right, Estel, I am not Saruman. I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris, close to your father, mellon-nin,” he finished saying to the elfling before him.
“But…” Legolas tried to say, but was interrupted by Elrond.
“But what? You are a loyal friend to my sons, despite their weaknesses… you tried to be the best friend you could be, and you are,” Elrond assured him, and wiped the lone tear that fell from the prince’s eye.
“But… I thought that you would hate me, for what I had done to your sons…” Legolas said and lowered his head in shame.
Elrond lift the prince’s head with his finger, a smile on his face, and said softly, “Why should I hate you? Because of what had happened?” Legolas nodded and let the tears flow down his cheeks. “You should stop this at once, Prince; there is no use blaming yourself,” Elrond tried to reason with him.
“But ‘Dan…” Legolas muttered to the lord. His eyes filled with more tears, and he cried, “I almost cost you the life of your eldest son; how could you ever trust me again? What you said before… the best friend, how can I be that?” Legolas asked, roughly wiping away his tears.
Elladan rose from the bed. He heard each word that had left his friend’s lips. He could hear the pain in his friend’s voice.
Elrohir hurried over his side to help him, and Elladan nodded to him and smiled.
Supported by his twin, he sighed in relief as he reached his father’s side. Elrond helped Elrohir to support the still weak elf.
“Legolas… mellon-nin…” Elladan began to say, giving his friend a smile before continuing in a determined voice, “Legolas, as my Ada said, you are a loyal and caring friend, and I agree with him, and I think Estel and ‘Ro agree too. If we are hurt, you are willing to care for us, and you would put yourself before us. You know I am right about that.”
Legolas stared with him and nodded, knowing that he could not reply to what Elladan said. He then lowered his head, only to lift it slightly when he noticed Estel’s face as he smiled at the prince.
Elladan moved his hand over Legolas’ blond hair, making the elfling look up at him.
Elladan could see the wary mask that appeared on his friend’s face and wished that he could take that away. He wanted see his friend smile again.
“Legolas, mellon-nin, why are you so sad?” Elladan asked, focusing his gaze on the prince.
Estel moved to his father’s side and took his hand, before looking at his friend, waiting to hear his answer.
Elrohir and Elrond, still supporting Elladan from either side to stop him falling, glanced with curiosity at Legolas.
“Because… because… I let everyone down…” Legolas answered as he lowered his head again. He swallowed his tears, trying not to cry.
Elrond moved toward Legolas and clasped the elfling’s shoulders, while Estel took his father’s place in supporting Elladan.
“Greenleaf…” Elrond called softly, and raised Legolas’ head. Noticing the tears, he wiped them away and stared at the crying elf in front of him. Feeling his own emotions rising within him, he added, “You did not let me down, or my sons… do not belittle yourself like this.”
There was no response from the prince. “Legolas?” Elrond called in a worried voice. Cupping Legolas’ face with his hand, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
Legolas shook his head, but then stammered, “Can… can I have more of the herbs, please?”
Elrond turned his head toward the twins. Legolas’ words shocked him; he thought that the prince was healed, but obviously he was not. It seemed that Legolas still needed those herbs, and that in the elfling’s mind he was certain that the herbs would make his body strong.
Glorfindel moved toward Legolas, surprised by the prince’s request for more herbs.
Glorfindel could felt a pain in his heart, and he was sure that Elrond felt the same way, though Elrond might felt shame and regret for having given Legolas the herbs in the first place. But Glorfindel felt confused and beaten. He did think that the elfling that stood before him could regain his strength from the herbs, but reality suggested otherwise.
He stared at Elrond, who had his back turned to Legolas. Elrond nodded when he noticed the cunning look that Glorfindel gave him.
Elrond knew that Glorfindel possibly had an idea as to how Legolas could deal with his need for the herbs, and help cure the damage that Elrond had caused when he prescribed them.
“Legolas,” Glorfindel said, stroking Legolas’ hair softly, “Will you eat if I give you some food?”
Legolas turned his head slowly toward the voice, and stared at the smiling face of Glorfindel, who was nodding to him with assurance in his eyes. “I will come as long as you give me what my body needs,” Legolas said.
“Good… now come along…” Glorfindel said and led the elfling out of the room to the kitchen.
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After they left, Estel asked worriedly, “Will Legolas be fine again, Adar?”
Elrond knelt beside his son, looked at him, and then he looked back to the open door. Not knowing what should he say, as he simply looked and sighed heavily.
“I certainly hope so, Estel, I really hope so…” Elrond answered abstractly, his mind deep in thought.
The twins stared at each other, surprised by what their friend had said. It shocked them.
Elladan could felt his heart beating quickly. He was concerned about Legolas and his health.
He could feel his hands beginning to shake, and soon his whole body was shaking.
Elrohir held his brother tightly, afraid that he was going to lose him again.
He called to his father when he saw how his twin was trembling. He also saw that sweat was breaking out on his twin’s forehead.
Elrond rose and put his arm around Elladan, his worried gaze meeting Elrohir’s.
“Elladan… ion?” Elrond asked, his eyes widening in concern over his elder son, wanting to know what was wrong.
There was no answer from Elladan, and Elrond’s fear grew. The color that had been on Elladan’s face faded and he became deathly pale. His body was soon covered in a cold sweat.
“’Dan? ‘DAN!” Elrohir called, his heart racing. He was terribly afraid that he was going to lose his twin. He had no idea what was causing this.
“Ada…” Elrohir said, his eyes filled with tears.
Elrond stared at Elrohir and found himself swallowing his own tears, trying desperately hard not to cry. He did not know what to say, not wanting to say anything that could hurt either of them.
Elrond laid Elladan back on the bed and covered him with a blanket. Then he moved his hand over his forehead and wiped the sweat away.
“Ada, what is wrong with ‘Dan?” Estel asked when he noticed the pale and trembling form of his brother.
End of Chapter 17.
R/R