Series: The Before He Was King Series

Title: You'll Be In My Heart

Author: Stephanie L.

Summary: Before he was known as Aragorn the Son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur and King of Gondor, he was known as Estel to the elves. Fosterling to Elven lord Elrond of Rivendell. Brother to Elladan and Elrohir, and lover to Arwen. Best friend to Elven Prince Legolas. Before he became king; and helped the fellowship, he was not but a child. He was but a boy learning to fit in where he could not; learning to live amongst the perfect and being imperfect. Living amongst immortality when his own mortality was breathing down his neck

Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did, but I do not. I simply barrow them for an extended amount of time, then eventually return them. I do not own the song You'll be in My Heart, but I do love it!

Rating: PG because of some violent images. (okay it's not G, because I rarely write G!)

Note: I recently really took a liking to Lord of the Rings and started reading the fan fiction, when I happened to stumble upon a whole site dedicated to my two favorite characters. So I began to read, and soon I was lead to believe what Cassie and Sio said about Aragorn's mother dying when his father died. Well correct or not, I completely support this theory, simply because..I can. This is my first Lord of the Rings story. Notice how I say Lord of the Rings, not first story ever. I am a seasoned writer sort of, so please enjoy the story.

Feedback: Yes! Please keep it constructive, no Krystal that doesn't mean shouting mean words at me, even if they are all true, and you're only joking.

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Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

It had always been a very peaceful and small village, for as long as Elladan, Elrohir, Gandalf and Glorfindel had traveled the road. However, today as they came upon the village there was something different. For starters there were screams, and cries, of children and adults. Second off it was in ruins. Elrohir, a young dark haired elf felt tears fill his eyes as he looked around at all the burning or burnt remains of houses. All the people scattered in the streets, some dead, some crying, and some dying.
"What happened?" Elladan asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Orcs did this," stated Glorfindel, the friend and dweller of Rivendell. The twins looked at him, obviously saddened by what they saw. Elladan was looking around for anyone he knew when he spotted exactly what he was looking for. A man, with dark brown hair lay on the ground, his silver eyes dead to the world, as his body was still, an arrow embedded in his heart. He was dead, he never had a chance. Elladan got off his horse and walked towards the man in fascination and horror.
"Elrohir, look for Gilrain!" Elladan called out as he looked around for any sign of the woman.
"Look for a child!" Gandalf yelled from his position next to a dying woman.
"A child?" Elladan said looking at the old wizard.
"Yes, a child, Arathorn and Gilrain had a child, we must find the boy!" Exclaimed the wizard.
"Help..me.." came a wheezing voice near Elrohir. He looked over at the bushes to find a woman barely alive breathing, or making an attempt to breathe. A small child lay motionless next to her body.
"Gilrain," Elrohir said dropping down to one knee, looking at the human, the arrow in her stomach told him the wound was probably fatal.
"Take.ta..ke..save him.." She murmured as she looked at the undersized toddler by her side.
"He's still alive," Elrohir whispered touching the child's neck. There was a weak pulse under his fingers.
"Was he wounded?" Elrohir asked looking over at the baby's mother, Gilrain, however was dead. He shook his head and gently tried to pull the child close. His protests were proof he was very much alive.
"Shh, it's all right little one, I'm here to help you," Elrohir whispered to the child as he lifted the toddler into his arms.
"Gandalf, I found the child, he's weak, but he's alive," Elrohir explained as the boy in his arms suddenly began to scream and cry. Gandalf sighed and looked at the twins of Elrond the Elven lord.
"We need to get this place cleaned up, your father would not allow these poor souls to be eaten by animals. We need to bury them, or burn them," stated Gandalf.
"We need to get this little one to Ada," Elladan said as he came over to his brother. The child was still crying loud and clear. Elladan, unsure how to help his brother, lifted the boy into his arms.
"There, there little one, you're safe now," Elladan cooed gently trying to calm the child down. His pale face dirtied with smoke and soot, his silver eyes red and teary. Tear trails marked their path down his face.
"I agree, take the child to your father, explain to him what we have found, Glorfindel and I will join you as soon as we are finished here."
"This child, he is the son of Arathorn, he is the heir to Isildur, take care of him," said Gandalf. The twins looked at one another and nodded. Elladan watched Elrohir mount his horse, and with a soft sigh he handed the child up to his brother. The toddler looked at his surroundings, as though if to memorize it, he was immediately squalling again as his eyes landed upon his mother and father's dead bodies.
"Hurry, go get the child out of here," Glorfindel yelled as the twins nodded and rode out as quickly as they could, the child's screams could be heard for miles.
For one so small
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you
Keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here don't you cry

Elrond was in his study room working on letters he had received for meeting in a few weeks; when he heard the sound of hoof beats in the yard of Rivendell palace. While Elrond didn't much think of himself as royalty, he was the Elven Lord in Rivendell, and took care of the place. He and his two sons and many friends cared for the lovely land and its occupants. Elrond smiled softly at the thought of his sons returning home finally from their four day hunting trip with Elrond's dear friends Gandalf and Glorfindel.

Elrond had been unable to attend the hunting trip with them, the meeting coming up as well as other meetings he had. However, knowing his sons were returning overjoyed the elf. Yet as he got to the balcony over looking the gardens and the gate and noticed neither of his sons looked happy, and neither Gandalf or Glorfindel were with them. That was when he noticed the tiny form in Elrohir's arms.

Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart
Always

"Adar!" Called Elladan as they raced up the stairs, a small child clutched in Elrohir's protective arms. The tiny child was shivering, and crying softly as he now clung to the elf who had rescued him.
"What on middle-earth happened?" Elrond demanded looking at his sons, who were slightly sweaty and tired looking. The child hid himself in Elrohir's arms, almost afraid of the Elven lord.
"They attacked a small village, no survivors except him, he's the son of Arathorn and Gilrain," explained Elrohir in a puff of air.
"Wait, what? Who?" Elrond was beyond confused at this point.
"Orcs father, they attacked Arathorn's village, everyone is dead. Glorfindel and Gandalf remained behind to." the young elf need not finish for Elrond knew what he was to say.
"And this tiny child is the only survivor?" Elrond inquired as the tiny child sat staring at Elrond, as though sizing him up. Afraid if he would hurt him, or worse his saviors.
"Yes Adar, this child, is the heir to Isildur," explained Elladan nervously. Elrond knew exactly what that meant. The child which his youngest twin, Elrohir, held nervously was the King of Gondor, or would be when he got old enough. The small boy with curly brown locks of hair on his head and silver blue saddened eyes was the hope of man-kind.

Why can't they understand
the way we feel
They just don't trust
What they can't explain
I know we're different
But deep inside us
We're not that different at all

"Is he injured?" Elrond asked, unsure of what else to do with the small child at the moment. He reached towards the child, who instantly cried out and clasped tightly to Elrohir. From what Elrond could see, his twin sons were quickly attaching themselves to this small child.
"It's all right little one, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Elrond began looking at the small toddler, "I'm Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. That's where you are, in my home. I'm a healer, I take care of people, I'd like to care for you," for Elrond those words were suddenly more true than they had been a moment ago. For the small human child looked into Elrond's blue eyes with fear, and Elrond knew this child was seeking someone or something to protect him.
"Come here my child," Elrond whispered lifting the boy from Elrohir's protective arms and into his own. If Little Aragorn had had any doubts about the Elven Lord, he hadn't shown them, for the moment he made contact with the elf, he wrapped his small arms around his neck.
"You're all right child, come let us take you to a warmer place than here," Elrond carried the two-year-old boy into a room across from his own.
"Got clean yourselves up, we will have dinner, and I may need your help to care for this little one."
"Father, he's going to need somewhere to stay," Elladan said. Elrond looked at his eldest twin son and sighed.
"I am well aware of this Elladan, however, I would like to make sure the child will survive before I decide where he's going to stay first," Elrond spoke in unsure but gentle tones as he began to look over the small child. He saw no blood on the boy, that however, did not mean the child had not been poisoned or something. It didn't mean the Orcs hadn't hurt the small child.
"Well young one, seems like you've got quiet a bit to live up to. Tell me, how do you feel?" Elrond asked as he felt for any broken bones. He jumped when the small child cried out at Elrond touching his left arm. He hadn't noticed before, but the child's left arm was slightly swollen and bruised.
"I'm sorry small one, but your arm is broken, I'll have to fix it. Does anything else hurt?" The child looked up at Elrond, his big eyes watered as he touched his chest.
"Your chest hurts?" The boy nodded.
"Where does it hurt little one?" The boy positioned his hand over his heart and Elrond felt his own heart melt.
"Oh buddy, I can't fix that hurt," Elrond whispered as he lifted the child into his arms and settled on the bed. The child snuggled into his arms, whimpering from obvious pain in his arm, and from his emotional pain. Elrond had no doubt the small child knew full well his mother and father were dead.
"I can't heal the pain of losing people son, only faith, love and hope can heal that pain. It will become a smaller pain over time, but it will always hurt son," Elrond explained gently rocking the small human. Elrond looked at the whimpering child and sighed.

And you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

Don't listen to them
Cause what do they know?
We need each other
To have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know

"Hope, yes you will need hope, for you are the hope of men's future, I will call you Estel, for you certainly cannot go on now with the name Aragorn, if the Orcs, or anyone found out you were alive they would surely kill you. Yes, you will stay here, with my family, and be known only as Estel, would you like that?" Elrond asked looking down into the expressive eyes. The small child nodded ever so slightly, reassuring Elrond he had heard, and understood every word.
"Good, allow me to clean you up a bit, fix your arm, and then how about a little food?" The child nodded slightly again.

When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together

Elrond didn't see his sons again until nearly three hours later. He was sitting in the chair by Estel's new bed, holding a small bowl of oatmeal, and a spoon. Estel sat in his arm, still awake, his arm in a cast. His head leaning against the Elven Lord's chest, as he took small bites that Elrond offered him.
"Ada," came Elladan's voice from the door way. The two elves were now dressed in comfortable sleep tunics and pants. Elrohir still looked very tired but he too looked much better.
"Ah, there they are, Estel, you may remember these two, my twin sons Elladan and Elrohir, don't worry about figuring out whose whom yet, you'll find out in time," Elrond said smiling at the two. The twins came into the room and sat themselves down on the beds. The child, Estel recoiled slightly in Elrond's arms, but watched the twins with fasciations.
"Estel?" Elladan inquired.
"Aragorn will remain with us, until he is of age to know his heritage. He cannot be known as Aragorn, the heir of Isildur, for they would hunt him down and try to kill him. I cannot allow this to happen, as a friend to Arathorn and Gilrain, I must protect this child, and I will. He will remain with us, known only as Estel until he is old enough to know more."
"Ada, we're elves, will it be all right for him to live with us?"
"Whether anyone else believes so or not, we shall keep the child. For I will admit, he has already worked his way into my heart," Elrond said smiling as he ran his hand through the human child's hair.
"He's so small Ada, is he healthy?" Elladan asked.
"How old is he?" Elrohir asked smiling.
"As far as I can tell, minus a few bruises and a broken wrist, he is in well health. From what I know about human years, he is somewhere between nine months to two years old. He can speak decently well, and understands when you speak as well, so my guess is he's closer to two years of age."
"He is two years, one month and four days," stated Gandalf as he walked into the room, Glorfindel right behind him.
"How do you know this?" Elrohir asked, turning around. They had all heard the gray wizard coming.
"I was present the day the child was born, and when he turned two. I have the feeling I shall watch this mortal child grow from infancy to adulthood," Gandalf said as he looked at the child who sat comfortably in the Elven Lord's arms with fondness.
"We have named him Estel," explained Elladan as he looked at the wizard and back to his father and new brother.
"Ah, hope, that makes perfect sense. For this child will be the hope for all man-kind and more. Yes, Estel will suit him fine," Gandalf said smiling softly.
"I think it's time to put Estel to bed, as well as two twin elves, who have quite a busy day," stated Elrond as he looked up and smiled at the two twin elves. While both were adults by elf standards, they would always be little boy's in their father's eyes.
"I must agree with Elrond, you elflings have indeed had a busy day, off with you," Gandalf said smiling. The twins smiled and stood up.
"Night Ada, good night Estel," they bid Glorfindel and Gandalf good evening and then headed to their own rooms.
"Good night," he smiled as Glorfindel also big a good evening to the two friends and then headed off to sleep as well. Gandalf looked down at the toddler, who had fallen fast asleep in Elrond's arms and chuckled lightly.
"I shall depart in a fortnight, the next time I return, this small one will not be so small. I bid you good luck with your choice, I am sure you have chosen correctly. The boy will hear ridicule for many years, however, he will be able to handle it."
"Good night Gandalf," Elrond whispered as his dear and old friend headed towards the door.
"Good night mellon nin," Gandalf left with that. Elrond smiled and slowly got up, setting the bowl of oatmeal aside he carried the small child to the bed and placed him under the covers.
"Do not fear little one, we are here for you."

Cause you'll be in my heart
Believe me, you'll be in my heart
I'll be there from this day on
Now and forever more

Oooo, you'll be in my heart
You'll be here in my heart
No matter what they say
I'll be with you
You'll be here in my heart
I'll be there always