Aragorn's Secret Weapon: 13. Chapter 13

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13. Chapter 13

Title: Aragorn's Secret Weapon 13

Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@yahoo.com

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.

13.

But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life; and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine.

-- Thomas Jefferson


Estel saw Glorfindel when he was going to get his friend, as Legolas was still sleeping, and he was intending to wait in the room until the princeling awoke. He wanted to say something, but his words faded, feeling that nothing reasonable could be said. He noticed the smile that Glorfindel sent him, and followed the elf as they walked over to Legolas' room.

Glorfindel was busy with Legolas. Estel sat on the chair and watched the lord as he whispered words of love to Legolas. He was a little bit jealous, but tried to ignore it as he kept in his mind that Legolas was ill, and he was not.

Glorfindel finally left the room, much to Estel's relief, and he kept watch over his friend.


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In the noon…

Estel became alert when he saw movement from Legolas' bed, and moved immediately to stand over his friend. "Legolas, mellon-nín… look at me…" Estel pleaded gently as he watched his friend. Legolas seemed to be struggling, his head moving from side to side.

"Legolas… look at me…" Estel asked again, raising his voice, wanting his friend to know that he was in the room, because he feared that Legolas might not be able to feel his presence yet.

Estel was torn; he wanted his father's aid, or maybe Elrohir and the other elves, but on the other hand, he did not want to leave his friend alone, as he did not know why or what was going on with him.

Estel took one last look at his friend's twitching body and ran over to the healing room, needing help, a fear growing steadily in his heart for his friend.

"Help!" he called as he entered the room.

"Estel, ion-nín, what is wrong?" Elrond asked.

"Ada, I did not notice before that you were awake," Estel apologized and hurried to his father's side, quickly hugging him.

"Now, tell your father what troubles your mind," Elrond requested as he stroked the boy's hair.

"It is Legolas, he is twitching, something is wrong…" Estel murmured fearfully, answering the question.

"Twitching?" Elrond asked, looking at the other elves.

"My lord, from my knowledge, and I think that you know it too, as we said it before…" Erestor hinted to his lord, who seemed to forget what he said to them earlier. "He is addicted to the herbs. He has not gotten any more of them, and it is the time now; he should receive them, you know that."

"Yes, you are right. It seems I have forgotten, but I was worried for my son," Elrond said shamefully. How could he have forgotten? He was the most powerful healer in all of Middle-earth!

"So what can we do?" Estel asked in panic.

Glorfindel and Erestor took the matter in their own hands, leaving Elrond seemingly alone and not in control.

"Elrohir, Erestor, restrain Legolas; I will try to feed him, as I fear that he might not eat or drink for at least a week, and now is the time to do it," Glorfindel said, and sent them away. Then, turning his head toward his lord and dear friend, he said, "You, on the other hand, mellon-nín, will watch Elladan, and Estel will remain with you. If something should change with Elladan, send Estel right away, and do not be worried, Estel, for I will send Elrohir as soon as we know about Legolas," Glorfindel assured the boy, who still seemed worried.

As Glorfindel left, Estel climbed on the bed and sat next to his father, propping his legs up on a nearby chair. "What is wrong with 'Dan, Ada?"

Elrond lowered his head over his son and rubbed Estel's hair, answering softly, "After you left in haste from that game with Legolas, Elladan defended you. He wished for you to win, but you know how rashly your brother can act. He has a quick temper; it is uncharacteristic in elves, but all I can say to you is that your brother loves you very much. He carries everyone he loves in his heart and I believe that that is what caused him to act this way. He cares for you," Elrond answered.

"Is Legolas a lonely elfling? No big brother to care him, to look after him, as Elladan does for me?" Estel asked curiously, as now for the first time, he seemed to get the idea.

Elrond nodded as a "yes".

Legolas was alone, as only his father raised him since he was an elfling. Yet he was still an elfling; no wonder Legolas liked to play here in Imladris with others his age and those as protective as the twins.

"I want to be with him, Ada, may I?" Estel asked with pleading eyes.

"No," Elrond answered and added, "Be with your brother, he needs you now more than ever. Estel, my son, he is your brother, speak to him, tell him stories…"

Estel glanced at his father and asked, "Will he hear me?"

"I do not know, but you have to speak with him, let him know that you also care for him. Be there for him," Elrond replied, stroking the boy's hair.


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In Legolas' room…

Erestor and Elrohir restrained Legolas while Glorfindel brought the food that had been readied by a maiden. The Balrog Slayer sat by the bed and called teasingly to Legolas. "Princeling?"

There was no movement from Legolas.

"Greenleaf?" Glorfindel called again.

"A-da?" Legolas asked weakly.

"Nay, it is I, Glorfindel. Look at me, Greenleaf." Still Legolas did not move. "Greenleaf, saes… look at me, I will not harm you." Glorfindel's voice became softer at the sight of the fragile princeling lying in front of him, restrained.

Slowly, Legolas turned his head and looked at the blonde elf, saying nothing.

"Let me feed you, Legolas, I know that you have not eaten at all in the past few days, and I think that it is time that you do. Now, let Erestor and Elrohir free you from these ropes. You may sit properly as I feed you, and they will tell you stories, alright?" Glorfindel asked.

Legolas only nodded, not saying anything, and stared intently at Glorfindel.

Erestor and Elrohir kept watch as Glorfindel fed Legolas. They smiled even though they wished that Thranduil, Legolas' adar, would come. Legolas needed him more than Mirkwood did, surely. The elfling probably felt lonely in Imladris.

Glorfindel noticed the look the elves gave him and muttered with a smile, "What are you looking at?" They smiled back, and he asked, "Do you want to help me? He still looks pale, even though he has eaten one plateful already, and he looks so sad too…"

Erestor smiled and nodded, and then he looked over to Elrohir and smirked at him, "Tell him a story, 'Ro."

Elrohir seemed speechless, but then he looked over at his friend on the bed, lying so still and looking so vulnerable, letting Glorfindel feed him. Legolas was pale and thin. With a sigh, Elrohir began to think of a story. Glorfindel and Erestor faced Legolas towards the son of Elrond.

"Are you comfy, Legolas?" Elrohir asked first before he started. He saw the nod that Legolas gave him and scanned his face before he started.

"You see, mellon-nín, it all started last year when you took a book from Elrond's library without telling him…"

Legolas nodded shyly and, in embarrassment, lowered his head, not daring to look Elrohir in the eyes.

Elrohir moved his hand under Legolas' chin and lifted the young one's head, meeting the elfling's eyes. "It was not your fault, mellon-nín, it was our father. He made you curious when he started telling the tale and never finishing it." Legolas swallowed, and let the tears fall down his cheeks, feeling again that it was his all fault.

"Legolas, mellon-nín," Elrohir said, squeezing Legolas' shoulders. "What happened was only the consequences of your act, and I repeat, this is was NOT your fault!"

"Whatever…" Legolas muttered and looked at Elrohir, waiting to hear what had happened as a result of his actions.

"Alright… this is the story, and I have to warn you that at the end you will be in tears… I wish to see you laughing again," Elrohir said, grinning at Legolas.

"After you took the book, Father came to us. He looked pretty angry, and we were afraid of his look that he gave at us— you are saved from his look, mellon-nín," Elrohir assured him, "he exploded at us and said that someone stole his lembas…. Could you believe it… lembas?" Elrohir laughed and hoped that Legolas would join, but there was no sound from the elfling, even though Erestor and Glorfindel had joined in.

"Oh well…" Elrohir started. He sounded a bit sad, and tried to make his voice more cheerful after the looks that Erestor and Glorfindel gave him. "What do you think we did, my friend?"

Still, no sound from Legolas.

This frightened Elrohir, for he wanted that Legolas returned to being his natural, laughing self, not the lifeless thing in from of him.

Erestor poked Glorfindel and he laughed. Legolas noticed and rewarded them with a small, shy smile. Elrohir, Erestor, and Glorfindel saw this and smiled proudly at each other.

"Are you certain that you have a story 'Ro?" Erestor asked.

"I am certain," Elrohir acclaimed with confidence.

"Then, my friend, you should tell the story," Glorfindel suggested, gesturing to Legolas with a smile.

Elrohir looked calculatingly at Legolas and asked in soft voice, "Do I have any choice?" He smiled.

Legolas shook his head weakly. "No…"

And that answer, that single word, seemed to put Elrohir on Cloud Nine. Legolas had talked! He had moved! It was amazing. He felt hope stir anew in his heart.


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Back in the healing room…

"Please, 'Dan, wake up. Please…" Estel begged as he moved his hands over his brother's still form. The child turned from Elladan toward his father, asking worriedly, "Why has he not awoken yet, Adar? Why?"

Elrond could see the tears in his son's eyes. "I wish I knew; I keep praying to the Valar," he answered softly.

"Do the Valar not love 'Dan?" Estel asked curiously.

Elrond looked at his son with a comforting smile as he stuttered, "I… umm… I do not know…"

Estel started and looked up at his father, biting his lips before sighing and looking back to his elder brother. "Brother, if you can hear me, please squeeze my hand, please, brother," he whispered. Estel did not look away from Elladan. His father had said to stay close to Elladan and let the elf know that his little brother was there for him, and that was what Estel was going to do.

The human felt something, but was not certain. He felt like he had an illusion that Elladan was going to get better and constantly wished to see the elf alive, smiling at him. That was probably the reason he had thought that he felt something.

But then he felt it again, and decided to check it out by squeezing his brother's hand. To his surprise, Elladan's hand squeezed back.

"Ada! Elladan squeezed my hand…" Estel said excitedly to his father, still clutching his brother's hand.

Elrond noticed the excitement that was showing on his son's face. He did not want to doubt the words in the least. "Go call your brother. He should be here."

Estel looked at his father before releasing Elladan's hand and running over to Legolas' room. He heard laughter in the hall and stopped at once, not recognizing Legolas' voice amongst the chuckling voices. He walked into the room and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

The laughter stopped as they turned their heads toward the boy. "I told Legolas about what had happened to Ada last year," Elrohir answered, his face stained with tears of mirth.

"You told Legolas about Ada and the lembas? Why did not call me? I love that story!" Estel giggled.

"But, Estel," Elrohir called, his voice holding a tinge of sadness.

Estel looked at his brother and waited. "We had a problem: Legolas was not laughing," Elrohir felt compelled to point out.

Estel glanced at Legolas, who turned his head and said nothing.

"What can we do?" Estel asked.

"I do not know…" Elrohir answered sadly.

Erestor glared at the boy and asked curiously, "Estel, why are you here? Has something happened to Elrond?"

"Nay," Estel answered and continued in excitement, "It is Elladan, I think that he is going to be awake soon."

"What?"

End of Chapter 13.


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.

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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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