Title: Imprisoned by Elves

Author: Adria Skye

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Disclaimer: Don’t own anything but the snow, but if you want that, by all means . . .

Rated: Hmmmmm . . . for now PG. I don’t think it will get worse than that.

Summary: Immediately following the events of Snowed In. And, uh, I’m not doing very much explaining, so. . . . I suggest you read Snowed In.

Elvish used in this fic: Ada – dad

Feedback: Of course.

After a rather rambunctious dinner that involved more friendly bickering than eating, Legolas, Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir all decided to retire to the living area of Rivendell.
A loud sneeze interrupted their conversation and reverberated off the stone walls. All eyes turned to Aragorn. The only human in the vicinity, therefore the only one of the four companions apt to catching colds. Legolas was the first to break the silence.

“Estel I thought you said you had gotten rid of that.”

“I thought I had,” Aragorn said amidst much sniffling. “But don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.”

“That’s what he always says, no matter how serious it really is,” Elrohir mused.

“As if we didn’t know that . . . ” Elladan received a brotherly whack on the side of his head for his comment.

“Really, Estel, are you sure that you are feeling well?” Legolas interrupted the twins bickering.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Uh, huh. Just you wait until I tell Ada,” Elrohir threatened.
Aragorn glared at his adoptive brother who just shrugged. “I’m going to bed,” He mumbled. “It’s getting late.”

“Ah, yes, I believe I will be doing so as well,” Legolas agreed.

*****

A loud, “Shh! You’ll wake him,” that sounding like Elladan, woke Aragorn the next morning. Determined to get more sleep, he kept his eyes shut but all other senses were on alert for one of the twins pranks.

“I will not! It will be you with all your Shh-ing!” that was definitely Elrohir, thought Aragorn.

“No, brother it will not, for he is already awake!”

A muffled, “What?” came from Elrohir and Aragorn could just imagine Elladan standing beside his bed pointing to his human brother who laid in it with his hand over his twin’s mouth.

“You heard him, now go out and let me sleep!” Aragorn mumbled, shifting to his side and pulling the covers over his head.

“No, Estel, we are all hungry and have been keeping breakfast for you,” Elrohir complained, apparently free of his brother’s silencing hand.

A muffled sound came from the lump under Aragorn’s bed coverings but the twin’s elven ears had no problem picking up the lump’s “I’m not hungry.”

“Come on Estel. Ada said we are not starting until you come down. Dressed,” Elladan explained.

A groan emanated from the bed along with Aragorn’s “Fine! I will be down in a minute. Now GET OUT!” After hearing the twins scurry to do his bidding, he flung off the covers and got ready for the day.

Five minutes later, fully dressed, he entered the dining hall.

“Nice of you to join us, Estel,” came his father’s greeting. A grunt was his only answer. “Are you feeling well?”

Aragorn looked up sharply at Legolas then the twins in turn as he slid into his chair. All shook their heads. One problem with living with elves: they pick up on everything. “I’m fine.”

“I’m fine,” mocked Elrohir in a high-pitched voice. Aragorn kicked his elven brother under the table, earning a food muffled “ouch” from him.

“That is quite enough of that boys,” Elrond remarked.

“Ada,” Elladan interrupted his brothers bickering. “Elrohir, Legolas, Estel and I have planned a hunting trip today. May we go?”

Elrond cast a look at his human son. He just looked tired, not exactly sick. “I suppose that would be fine, boys. But,” he said cutting off the younger beings’ cheers. “No orcs, wolves, wargs or any other such nonsense. I do not enjoy patching you up every time you return from one of your trips.” Three “Yes, Ada!”s and one “Yes, Lord Elrond” greeted his statement, as the young elves and their human companion started vacating their chairs. He stopped them mid-move. “And Elrohir,”

“Yes Ada?”

“Please do not shoot your brother in the foot again. Try to be careful.”

“Yes Ada,” Elrohir felt color rise in his cheeks.

And with that, the boys disappeared from the dining room, leaving all of their breakfast dishes behind them. “I have a bad feeling about this,” Elrond muttered.

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Adria Skye

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