Disclaimers: 1) I don’t own anything in this fic, it’s all Tolkien’s.
2)I’m not making any money either.
3) Tolkien says that Aragorn was “raised in the house of Elrond”. I take this to mean that Elrond was as an adoptive father, and Elladan and Elrohir like his brothers. If you don’t see it this way, I’m sorry, but please don’t let it ruin the fic.
4) Estel is simply another of Aragorn’s names. At this point in time, it would be what he was called, so I refer to him as Estel in the story.
5) Sorry about any typos that may be there. BLAME IT ON JO-JO!! lol, jk

Rating: G

Editor: Erm…mostly ilovedolphins_2003 (Jo-Jo)

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Ok, now on the the story!

A seven-year-old Estel threw himself angrily down on his bed. Hot tears were welling up in his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them fall. His brothers would pay for this. He had wanted so badly to make a good impression on the elf from Mirkwood. He had heard wondrous tales about the elf’s fabled archery skills, and was dying to meet him. The blond-haired archer had arrived this morning, when Estel’s brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, had just finished plotting something against their human brother…
*flashback*
Estel rounded a corner to see his elven brothers whispering hurriedly together.
“Is Prince Legolas here yet?” he asked, curious as to what they were whispering about.
The twins ceased abruptly, and glanced at each other with a sly smile pasted on each of their faces.
“No, not yet, but come with us outside. We want to show you something,” Elladan said, beckoning to the human. Elrohir snickered, before turning his face into a mask of innocence.
Estel looked at them, his silver eyes suspicious. “What is it?”
“Oh you’ll see,” said Elrohir with a grin.
The boy followed them warily outside, his curiosity heightened. He blinked as he stepped out into the bright sunshine.
“Estel, hurry up!” Elladan called from up ahead. Elladan and Elrohir had reached the edge or the forest that surrounded the road. Estel began jogging to catch up, and didn’t notice the long trip wire that ran between two trees. He also didn’t notice the huge mud pit that was right beyond the wire. That is, until he ended up face-down in it.
The twins were on the path, clutching their sides, laughing hysterically at the sight before them: a young human dragging himself off the ground, covered from head to foot in brown sludge. His dark hair was plastered to his head, and his silver eyes looked murderous. He slowly made his way over to his brothers, and was still sputtering when hoof beats were heard. Legolas and a company of elves from Mirkwood had arrived. They rode up to the gates to be greeted by two laughing identical elves, and something that looked like a large ball of mud.
“Prince Legolas!” Elladan said, trying to keep his laughter under control.
“Suilad…” Legolas said, eying Estel.
“Oh,” said Elrohir, seeing his glance. “That’s just our brother, Estel. He had a little…accident.”
Estel gazed in wonder at the elf that now stood before him. Then, remembering he was covered in mud, he turned and fled through the gates, running smack into Lord Elrond.
“Ada!” he cried. Elrond turned an astonished gaze on the young human, before shooting an icy glare to his twin sons, knowing that they had to be responsible for this.
“What happened THIS time?” Elrond demanded, but instead of answering, Estel ran past him, and into the Last Homely House.
Elrond sighed before turning back to Legolas and the other elves.
“Welcome! I apologize for Estel’s…erm…behavior,” he said, looking pointedly at Elladan and Elrohir.
Legolas laughed. “Think nothing of it, my lord. Although…I’m a bit confused about exactly who that was.”
“You heard that I adopted a son, did you not?” Elrond asked. At Legolas’s nod, he continued. “Well, Estel is that son.”
Legolas still looked confused. “A human son?”
“Yes, a human,” Elrond said simply. “Are you and your fellow elves going to stand out here all day, or will you follow me inside?”
Legolas laughed once more, before passing through the gates into Imaldris.

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Estel had been forced to wash, and had since changed into a clean tunic, before collapsing on his bed. He was alerted by a soft knock on his door. He hastily jumped off the soft bed and went to see who was there.
To his immense surprise, it was Prince Legolas.
“Hello, I didn’t have a chance to meet you earlier, and I just came to see how you were,” Legolas said gently.
Estel stared open-mouthed at the elf before him.
“I-uh…I…uh…thank you,” he stammered.
Legolas nodded politely, and stepped into the room.
“I’ve heard so much about you. Is it true you can hit a blueberry on someone’s hand from a mile away?” Estel blurted out.
Legolas laughed, and put his hand on the young human’s shoulder. “I believe your brothers have been exaggerating a bit. I have a question for you though.”
Estel was eager to please the older elf, and nodded quickly, bidding him to go on.
“Why exactly were you covered in mud earlier today?” Legolas asked, a smile tugging forcefully at his lips.
Estel blushed. “I-umm…my brothers. They set up a trip wire in front of a mud puddle. Well, more like a mud pit. I didn’t see it until I was laying in it.”
“Ah,” Legolas said in complete understanding. “Yes, I believe that same thing has happened to me before. It too was caused by the infamous Elladan and Elrohir.”
“Really?” Estel asked incredulously, silver eyes growing wide.
“Oh yes, I had dirt in my hair for a week,” he said, running his fingers through his blond hair for emphasis.
“They are always playing pranks on me, and I can never get them back.” Estel remarked shyly, looking down at his feet.
Legolas bent down, putting himself eye level with the boy.
“Would you like to get some revenge?” he said, a sly smile creeping across his lips.
Estel’s small face lit up at the mere thought.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Legolas said with a laugh. “Ok, does your father have any meetings or gatherings happening any time soon? Something with important people attending?”
Estel thought for a moment. “Not really… but he and Glorfindel, as well as a few other elves go into the forest for a walk at noon every week. Sometimes my brothers go with them. They’ll be taking one tomorrow.”
“Perfect.” Legolas was now grinning widely.
He quickly explained his plan, and watched as Estel’s face shone with the aspect of getting his brothers back.
“Ok,” Legolas finished. “We’ll start tomorrow at dawn.”

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If you want to read more of my fics, I’ve written one more: Finally Free. It’s a sad one though…lol

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