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Family is home
Rating: Pg-13 for minor violence
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of or belonging to Tolkien's work. All
characters and places belong to Tolkien unless otherwise noted! I have no
permission to use these characters, and I am not receiving any money for
them. The stories posted are for entertainment and enjoyment only.
Otherwise noted: The characters Corean, Trinea, Felloa, Sabal, Hinden and
Hikerry are ones that I have created and belong solely to me. If you wish
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Summary: Young Aragorn is desperately trying to fit in with his new home
and family, yet seems to fail every time. When an attack happens to one of
his friends can he prove himself in order to save him?
Note: If anything is spelled or written incorrectly, or is offensive to
anyone, forgive me, and please let me know. I can not do anything unless I
am told. Thank you.
Chapter one: Night fears
Estel shivered slightly, hidden beneath the heavy blanket on his bed as the
wind rattled the trees outside. He could hear the rain drumming on his
window as a flash of lighting lit up his room for a second, before settling
back into darkness. Aragorn hated being on his own. It had been almost a
year since he was taken to Rivendell to stay, and he felt ashamed that he
was still frightened to be alone at night. For the last several weeks he
had crept into Elrond's room, where the Elder Elf had soothed him back to
sleep before carrying him back to his own bed. He was tempted to do the
same thing tonight, but inside him a thought nagged at his mind. He did not
want to anger his new father by waking him every night. Slowly he took a
deep breath and drew the covers off of him. "I'm not afraid." He whispered,
his voice wavering.
Thunder rolled outside as the room lit up once again, and Aragorn
threw the covers over his head once again. For a while he stayed there, but
his fear grew, and without further thought he slid out of bed, dragging
half his blankets onto the floor. He walked quickly over the cool carpet,
careful not drag his bare feet on it. He didn't want to wake everyone.
He pushed his door open. Lingering for a moment in the hallway, as if
trying to decide where he was going, than moved briskly over the nearest
door. Standing on tiptoes, he was barely able to reach the handle to the
door. With some effort he finally got it to open and walked inside. The
door closed behind louder than he wished it would, and for a moment he
stood near the door, watching to see if anyone had waken. But all was
silent despite the wind and rain, and in the dark room he was able to make
out the figure in the bed. He moved over to the bed quietly. "Elrohir?" he
Elrohir had awoken when he heard the door open, and when his name was
called he turned a sleepy look toward the young human who stood near his
bed. "Estel, what are you doing out of bed?" he asked softly, raising
himself up slowly on one elbow. The young boy dropped his gaze, his hair
falling in his eyes. "I got scared" he said softly, his voice barely
audible over the pounding rain. Elrohir's demeanor changed as he sat up,
worry and concern on his fair face. "Want me to get father?" he asked
Aragorn shook his head. "He might get mad." He said softly. Elrohir
laughed slightly, "Father won't be mad. I can wake him if you want. Tis is
no problem." But once again he shook his head. Elrohir sighed softly. He
knew father had been up with him for the last few weeks, and he understood
why the young boy would not want to wake him yet again.
"Estel" he said softly, waiting till his brother lifted his head so
their eyes met. "Want do you?" he asked, smiling softly. Estel fumbled with
the front of his night wear, "Can..can I sleep in here tonight?" he asked
hesitantly, stuttering slightly. Elrohir's smile widen, and he nodded
softly. "Of course you can." He pulled back the covers so the boy could
Aragorn hurried in as another burst of thunder and lighting struck.
He laid his head upon the pillows as Elrohir covered him with the blankets.
"Go to sleep now, Estel." He told him quietly as he began to sing a
lullaby. In moments he had fallen asleep. Elrohir checked to make sure his
brother was asleep before he too, fell into a deep slumber.