Title: A Day in Life

Author: Sivan Shemesh

Beta: Aranel

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warning: AU, Angst/Humor.

Rate: K+ to T

Summary: Sometimes Aragorn hates his life.

Chapter 1: Sickness






"Will you stop that?" Elrohir asked his brother, and, noticing the sleet of sweat covering his brother's forehead, as well as his paleness and the reddened nose, he added, "Are you all right?"

"Do I look… sneeze… all right?" Aragorn asked his brother while wiping his nose and then his forehead.

"Your brother is sick," Elrond explained to his son. He had noticed how sleepy the human was, what with his eyelids closing, and him losing his balance, "Come my son, let me heal you."

"I hate it," Aragorn admitted.

"What do you hate?" Elladan asked, as he noticed something wrong. His twin had pulled the boy into a hug, shielding him as a hen protecting her chicks.

"I hate being sick, I hate my life…" But before he could finish, he felt himself losing his balance, and the next thing he knew, he was falling. But he never hit the ground.

Elrond caught his son in time, knowing that he needed to heal the young man before his sickness got worst. He had witnessed that only once, but he would rather not see it again; once was more than enough.

The twins helped their father to settle Aragorn on his bed, covering him with his blankets. Before they left the room, Elrond lifted his son's chin, urging him to drink his tea, knowing that it would bring the boy good and make him feel better in the morning.

He just wished that his son would drink that whole cup; one sip was not enough.