Aragorn's Secret Weapon: 8. Chapter 8

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8. Chapter 8

Title: Aragorn's Secret Weapon 8

Author: Sivan Shemesh

Beta: Manon & 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.

Part one: Family


"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."

Mahatma Gandhi

Elladan stared at his father before he managed to walk to their room and knock, his body trembling as he thought about the hate that his brother had shown. "'Ro… open… the door… please…."

There was no answer from the other side of the door. "Please 'Ro, I need to say something… to you…."

Elrohir opened the door; his eyes were wide and he had a look of anger on his face. "What… what more do you have to say?" he asked.

"That… that…" Elladan tried to say what he felt, but he heard himself stutter; he swallowed and added, "It is Legolas… he is awake…"

Elrohir ran from the room when he heard the news, running swiftly to Legolas' room.

Elrond saw Elrohir as he ran and knew that his eldest had probably already told him the news, but he wondered where Elladan could be.

"Take Estel to Legolas, I will be right there," Elrond said to Glorfindel before he fled. He walked into the twins' room and his heart was saddened to see Elladan sitting on his bed, hiding his face in his hands.

"You lied… Father… you lied to me…" Elladan cried, unable to look upon his Adar's face.

Elrond tried to take his son into his arms, but Elladan threw his father's hands aside and ran away. "ELLADAN!" Elrond called, afraid for his son.

Elladan did not turn his head as he ran; he felt that he needed to be alone, away from everything. His father had lied to him, his brother hated him, and he feared that Legolas might not want his friendship.

Elladan fell into despair as he ran to the stables and took his brother's horse. Grief filled his heart and covered it in shadow.

Elrond tried to follow his son, only to see him flee on Elrohir's horse. The elven lord hurried inside and went to Legolas' room.

His eyes were bright, though there was still a frown on his face as worry for his son filled his heart. He did not want to lose him.

Elrond looked at Legolas, who seemed sore. The elfling's eyes were half open as he looked back and noticed that someone was missing. "Where is Elladan?" he asked weakly, his throat dry. Elrohir hurried over to his friend's side and gave him some water.

Elrond turned his head away, worried of what his son would do, and yet Legolas' question left him speechless.

"My lord?" Legolas called weakly and added, as frown appeared on his face, "Where is Elladan?"

Elrond turned back toward Legolas and swallowed the tears that threatened to fall. He looked at the princeling and answered in a trembling voice, "He left…."

Legolas looked at the lord with worry, and then looked at Elrohir. He looked deeply into Elrohir's eyes, noticing the anger, and turned his head slightly as he said, "Go after your brother, mellon-nin… go…."

Elrohir's face twisted into a frown as he heard his friend's words. He looked at Legolas, then his father, before he stood and fled.

Near the Ford River…

Elladan halted the horse, his eyes set upon the river. He dismounted and walked toward the river as if no fear or regret was on his mind, as if his heart was covered in shadow.

Soon he entered the river, going in deeper and deeper, not caring what was going to happen next. His life already seemed worthless.

Elrohir could feel his heart breaking as he hurried across Legolas' room. "Father, where could he have gone?" Elrohir asked worriedly.

"He took your horse," Elrond said sadly, adding, "You have to forgive him, he is your brother as well as your friend. Find him before it is too late."

Elrohir swiftly left the room and took the same path to the stables as his brother did. Mounting his twin's horse, he urged it into a gallop, whispering to the animal, "Find your master… find my brother…"

The horse stopped near the Ford River.

Elrohir found only his horse; his brother was nowhere in sight.

He dismounted and looked at the surrounding area. His eyes scanned the forest, but he saw no movement. He then looked towards the river in fear, hoping that Elladan had not done something foolish.

Something caught his eyes, something that seemed to emerge from the river.

Elrohir could feel his heart beating loud and fast as he began to fear even more for his brother. He ran to the river and dove in, swimming towards what had caught his eye. He soon realized that it was his brother and swam even faster to reach him.

Elladan's face was pale, which made Elrohir panic. He feared and regretted their earlier words. "Stay alive brother. Father will heal you… please…" Elrohir whispered in his brother's ear.

He brought Elladan back to shore, then cradled his brother in his arms. Carefully he mounted his horse and rode quickly, his heart beating wildly.

He hoped that he was not already too late.

In Legolas' room…

"Forgive me for my behavior before," Estel said gently to Legolas, his eyes searching the princeling's face forgiveness.

Legolas looked at him. Scanning the boy's face, he said, "You have my forgiveness, mellon-nín." He then looked at the elven lord, his eyes searching for something, as the lord had not said anything since Elrohir left, and he felt that he needed to know what had happened.

"My lord?" he called. "Is there something amiss, that your heart in troubled?" Elrond nodded; still he felt that he could not confess the worry that filled him.

"I need to rest," Legolas murmured as he could feel weariness take over. Snuggling further into the bed he fell slept.

Glorfindel left the room, knowing that the princeling still had to rest, having only woken thinking that something might have happened.

Elrond took his son's hand and they both left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Take care of him for me, my friend," Elrond said to Glorfindel. He knelt by his son and said, "Go with him my son, he will tell you stories as much as you wish." Estel nodded solemnly, and the two left the lord alone with his thoughts.

Elrond decided the he needed some fresh air and to feel the breeze on his face. Once outside, he could hear a horse arriving in the courtyard and hurried over.

It was Elrohir. He could see that the elf was carrying something, but he could not bring himself to think that it was Elladan, his mind would not let him.

'Please Valar… Do no let it be my son…' he prayed in anguish.

Elrohir rode further into the courtyard; his eyes were wet as he had been crying over his brother's body, whispering to him to stay alive. He saw his father, standing and staring at him in worry, and shouted, "FATHER! FATHER! HELP ME!"

Elrohir halted the horse as his father hurried towards him. As he noticed his son, Elrond could feel his heart sinking at the sight that greeted him. 'Valar… please help me…' Elrond prayed, his eyes full of agony.

He grasped Elladan's wrist, searching for a pulse. It was barely there. He looked up at Elrohir and said, "I hope you have not come too late…."

Elrohir did not say another word, but his eyes were set firmly on his twin, hoping that he would live.

He, too, hoped that he had not come too late.

End of Chapter 8.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: SivanShemesh

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 3rd Age - The Kings

Genre: Drama

Rating: General

Last Updated: 11/11/08

Original Post: 04/08/06

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