When Hope came to Rivendell
Hello my friends this is my first lord of the rings story so I hope you like it, also if you go on my profile it explains who and what I'm going to write about. The characters that are listed on my profile in bold are only mine, and I don't mean the lord of the rings characters, as they are all J.R.R. Tolkien's, so please have a look at my profile first ok. Also I've got more characters than what's on my profile coming up in my story soon, but I won't put them up just yet, as it will give away the story. And instead of having Estel at two years old, I'm going to write about him coming to Rivendell at two months old, as there are very few baby stories about him so I'm writing one myself. One more thing, as I said on my profile, I would like to say that to all the people who reviewed and liked my story, I just thought you would all like to know that the reason why there is less chapters in my story. It is because I've put two chapters into one to make them longer. So my friends please understand I haven't deleted my story, I've just made it longer chapter wise. One last thing I promise, the characters that are featuring in my story are Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel, Erestor, Celeborn, Galadriel, Arwen, Haldir, Thranduil, Legolas, Mithrandir. And if you look on my profile, my own elf characters. I hope you like them my friends.
I would like to say I do not own lord of the rings or any of its characters I am simply borrowing them for this story.
It was a warm sunny day in Rivendell, but with a nice cool breeze to go along with it. Lord Elrond was too wrapped up in his papers and worry for his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir to even notice what a nice day it was, as just a few weeks ago, his sons, who he loved with all his heart, had set off on another orc hunt to avenge their Mother Celebrian. They did it because of what those orcs did to their Mother was unbelievably cruel and hurtful, and they only come back to Rivendell to be healed from their cuts and bruises before setting off again, without looking back once at the place they once called home. For ever since their Mother sailed west, Elladan and Elrohir have been on the path to destruction, and with each passing day their hearts were becoming more and more tainted with anger and despair, but it was not only them who felt their pain, the whole of Rivendell did aswell.
As was the case with Elrond's daughter Arwen. Her grief for what happened to her Mother was so bad she could not bear to live in Rivendell anymore, as it brought to many memories of her Mother being there. So before she let her grief for what happened to her Mother consume her heart completely, Arwen went to go and live with her Grandparents Celeborn and Galadriel in Lothlorien, for she felt it was the only way to stop her heart and soul from fading. Also, she wanted to be close to her Mother's parents, so she would not be alone in her grief. And as much as it pained Elrond to see that his daughter couldn't find peace in Rivendell anymore, he could also understand why Arwen had to go and live with her grandparents, as he had a feeling that Celeborn and Galadriel needed her, just as much as she needed them. Even though it broke his heart in doing so, he knew letting her go with her grandparents was for the best, though it did hurt him that he wouldn't be able to see her everyday.
So with Awen gone, Elrond, after all this time was still grieving, as he felt the same way as his twin sons, and although he would never admit it, he would've gone and joined them if he could, but the people of Rivendell needed him for guidance and support, and he would not let them down for the sake of his own grief. But, it all seemed to him at the moment, that his life was a never ending days of papers, worry and sorrow, and it was only thanks to his two best friends Glorfindel and Erestor that kept him sane enough to run Rivendell, and to steady the pain in his heart over his twin sons comings and goings.
Elrond, who was so into his work and worry for his sons, nearly jumped out of his seat when his office door was knocked. He bid whoever it was to enter, while trying to get himself, and his papers for Rivendell into some sort of order.
"Good afternoon Elrond, you look like something a warg dragged in," commented Glorfindel as he walked into Elrond's office, with Erestor following on behind him.
"Glorfindel!", Ever heard of being a bit more tactful when it comes to your opinions?!", Erestor exclaimed to Glorfindel as he asked him.
"Nope, and I'm not going to start now," he replied to Erestor, as he and the Chief advisor took a seat in their Lord's office.
"I swear even if it kills me Glorfindel, I will make sure you have a bit of decorum when it comes to your comments, but my Lord, Glorfindel is right, you do look worn out," admitted Erestor with concern.
"I know, I know, but I can't help but worry my friends. My sons seem bent on ridding Middle-earth of all of its orcs, and I would do anything to help them heal, but they won't listen to me, and as the pain in their hearts grows, I fear it will consume them completely until nothings left," Elrond told them sadly as he put his head in his hands.
Glorfindel and Erestor turned and looked at each other with sadness in their eyes, they have tried everything to make their Lord smile, but even when he does, they both knew it wasn't real. And after having had similar conversations like this with Elrond in the past, they decided enough was enough. They will not stand by anymore and see their Lord fade into darkness.
"My Lord, why don't you go outside for some fresh air, me and Glorfindel will look after Rivendell while you are gone," Erestor suggested to Elrond.
"Yes Elrond, go and enjoy what's left of this warm afternoon, we promise to let you know if we need you," Glorfindel reassured him.
"And if I don't go what will you do then?", Elrond asked them both.
"I will burn down your library my Lord," threatened Erestor half-heartedly.
"Now look who needs to learn tact, you don't tell the enemy what you are going to do," Glorfindel cut in cheekily.
"Shut up," said an embarrassed Erestor.
The corners of Elrond's lips twitched upwards slightly at his Captain of the guard's and Chief advisor's banter, but they're his best friends first and foremost, and he would not expect any less from them.
"Alright I'll go, but only for a couple of hours, as there are still some reports I need to go through," the Lord of Rivendell conceded.
"We would be more happy if it was a couple of days my Lord, but I suppose that will do for now," said Erestor.
"We could always make him drink a sleeping draught," whispered Glorfindel to Erestor.
"I heard that Glorfindel," exclaimed Elrond.
"You were supposed to Elrond," Glorfindel said with a sarcastic roll of his eyes.
"Idiot," muttered Erestor.
As Elrond got up from his desk, he could not stop shaking his head in amusement at his best friends interaction with each other, but he had to agree, maybe the fresh air would do him some good, if only for a short time. But little did Elrond know, fate was about to give him a helping hand out of his pain of sorrow and loss, by giving him something he would need to bring him out of his grief. Something so precious, it would heal not only his heart, but also the whole of Rivendell.
The ride was hard, but they knew they had to hurry if they wanted to make it home to Rivendell in time, for Elladan and Elrohir were covered in mud and blood, but they didn't care for that, as they knew they had to reach Rivendell by sunset, if not sooner. And it would seem that luck was on their side, for they could see the rooftops of Rivendell in sight.
"We must hurry Dan, we must get to Adar as soon as possible," Elrohir pointed out to Elladan in their urgency to get home.
"I know Ro I know, Adar will know what to do," he told his twin.
As they were nearing their home, they saw a guard called Balamaethor, who guarded the gates of Rivendell, so upon seeing them, he had called out a greeting to them both, but he was ignored. They did feel guilty by being rude to him, but right now they had more pressing matters at hand to deal with. And they reasoned to themselves that they could always apologize to him later.
When at last they finally reached their home, Elrohir got off his horse first, and went over to where Elladan was. As he got to his twin's side, Elladan passed over the precious bundle that he was holding close to his heart to him. Then Elladan got off his horse, but just before a stable hand was coming to collect their horses, they thanked them for getting them home safe, and then to the stable hand, before going off to find their Adar.
But what Elladan and Elrohir didn't know, was that another guard called Bellmaethorion, who was on his way back to join his Brother-in-law in guarding the gates to Rivendell, had spotted them aswell, so he had turned and ran on ahead to find Elrond to say that his twin sons were back home.
"Hurry up Elrond, you don't want to waste what is left of this warm afternoon do you?", Glorfindel questioned him impatiently with a smile.
"Alright aright, I'm going I'm going. Glorfindel, if I knew you was so eager to have me out of my own office, I would have left sooner," said an amused Elrond with a shake of his head.
"I'll believe it when I see it my Lord," Erestor quietly whispered to himself.
"What was that Erestor?", Asked Elrond as he made his way to his office door.
"Nothing my Lord," the Chief advisor replied innocently.
But just as soon as Elrond had had his hand on the door handle, Bellmaethorion who had ran on ahead to tell Elrond that his twin sons were back, had opened the office door and had nearly ran into him, but due to his quick reflexes. Elrond had managed to catch him in time before either of them hurt themselves.
"My Lord!, My Lord!, They're back!, The Lords Elladan and Elrohir, they're back home!," Bellmaethorion exclaimed very fast and out of breath.
"Elladan and Elrohir, they're back?", Asked Elrond daring to believe his ears.
"Yes my Lord, I saw them come home, and they're covered in mud and blood and...," but Elrond didn't hear what else Bellmaethorion had to say, as he ran straight out the door, quickly followed by Glorfindel and Erestor. Because as soon as he heard blood, Elrond was in Adar healer mode.
'Why were they back here so soon?, Are they alright?, Did something bad happen to them?', Thought Elrond worryingly.
These were some of the questions going through his head, and also Glorfindel's and Erestor's, but the one thing they all thought in common was that they all just prayed that whatever state Elladan and Elrohir were in, they would be fine.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me were my sons are please?", Asked Elrond to a passing elf maid.
"I think I saw them heading in the direction of the healing wing my Lord," said the elf maid.
Elrond thanked her, and went on his way to the healing wing as fast as his feet would carry him, as now, he was really worried what condition his twin sons was in.
"Dan, don't you think we should go to the healing wing first?, After all its more or less were we go after coming home, Also, I think I saw Bellmaethorion, and I suspect he has gone on ahead to find our Adar, to say that we're back," Elrohir said to his twin brother.
"Your right Ro lets go, Adar's probably there already waiting for us anyway," affirmed Elladan, so he and Elrohir went to the healing wing to find him, but to their surprise, when they got to the healing wing, their Adar wasn't already there to greet them.
"Where is he Dan?", He's always here when he learns were back home," Elrohir asked in confusion on his Adar's whereabouts.
"I don't know Ro maybe he...," but Elladan never got to finish what he was going to say, because just behind them, they heard there names being called out.
"Elladan, Elrohir you're back, I'm so pleased to see you my Sons," said Elrond with a lump in his throat, as he could see that his twin sons were alright.
"Adar," Elladan and Elrohir said at the same time, whilst turning around to face him.
"My Lords Elladan and Elrohir, it is good to see you home safe and sound again," Erestor said to them both, as he and Glorfindel came to stand beside Elrond.
"I agree with Erestor, it is good to see you both, but what is it your holding Elrohir?", Glorfindel questioned to the younger twin.
Elrond, who was so wrapped up at seeing his sons back home safe in Rivendell again, failed to notice what was being said, until, Glorfindel's question caught his attention. And when he looked into Elrohir's arms, he could only make out that he was holding a bundle of blankets.
"Glorfindel, what is in Ro's arms is the reason we came home early, but please be quiet as he's asleep," the older twin exclaimed softly.
"He?", Questioned Elrond in confusion.
"Yes he," answered Elladan.
"May I have a look my Son?", Asked Elrond softly.
"Of course you can Adar, but be careful, he's had a long journey coming here," replied Elrohir with a small smile.
As soon as Elrond came closer to Elrohir, he peeled back the blankets and was shocked to find a baby, and not just any baby, a human one at that.
"A baby, a little human baby, Elladan, Elrohir, can you both please explain yourselves?", Asked a shocked Elrond.
By the time Glorfindel and Erestor came over to see for themselves what has shocked their Lord, it was safe to say they loved what they saw in Elrohir's arms immediately.
"Adar, this baby is Arathorn's and Gilraen's son, they were both killed by orcs," Elladan told his Adar quietly, as Elrond looked at the small baby boy currently being held in his younger twin's son's arms.
"Arathorn was killed by an arrow through his eye, and Gilraen died protecting her baby, we tried to save her Adar, and we did for a little while, but she knew she was dying, so in her last moments of life, she told us that her baby was called Aragorn, and that he is two months old," Elrohir continued with a grim look on his face, as he unconsciously held the tiny new born baby in his arms a bit more closer to his heart.
"But with her last bit of strength, Gilraen made us promise to love and protect him, and that she loved him, before dying in my arms Adar," concluded Elladan with a sorrowful look on his face.
All was silent after Elladan's and Elrohir's explanation of what happened to Arathorn and Gilraen. And in the sad silence that surrounded them all in the healing wing, Elrond, Glorfindel and Erestor didn't dare move or say anything, as they was coming to terms with what they all just heard. Elrond was sad for what happened to them, as Arathorn was not only just a dear friend to him, but a long distant nephew through his twin brother Elros. Glorfindel and Erestor was in the same state as their Lord, for they loved Arathorn and Gilraen too, and it was not that long ago, that they saw them both alive. Now it just seems so wrong and cruel that they were both taken from this life so soon, and to leave their small infant son alone was tragic, as he will never know his Father's sense of humour, or his Mother's wonderful laugh and smile.
First I like to say I'm sorry for deleting my story. But as I've said at the top of the page, I've uploaded it again and I'm going to go back on all of my chapters so far to try to fix them all, so please bear with me. Also thank you all to those who reviewed it the first time as it means a lot, and I know I'm leaving you on a doom and gloomy mood but I want my next chapter to be a little bit happy than this one is being. So let me know what you think ok all reviews welcome.