Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Rating: PG Slight angst, nothing bad or even bloody though
Summary: Estel, feeling very unloved and ignored, decides that the only way to get Elrond's attention is to become one of the sick the mighty healer tends.
AN: This is just a fic from my late night demented thoughts. I would love to thank my beta Sina who without nothing would be possible.
Please Note: Much like Cassia and Sio, I feel that when Tolkien said that Aragorn was "raised in the house of Lord Elrond" he meant that Estel grew up in Rivendell with Elrond as his father and the twins as his brothers. Also in this fic (again like Cassia and Sio) I feel that Aragorn's mother died along with Arathorn, and she has no place in this fic.
Chapter 1
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Estel was wandering the halls of Imaldris. He was bored and there was no one to play with. His brothers were out hunting and would not return home till tomorrow.
As the little adan wandered outside he was met with the fresh fall air. It was clean and the leaves were beautiful hues of red and gold, however none of this mattered to him, all he wanted was someone to play with him.
Estel spotted his father standing by the gate and rushed over to him. "Ada. Will you play with me?" he questioned hopefully.
"I can not" Elrond replied. "I must wait for the wounded men of the hunt to arrive. Perhaps later Estel" he finished looking slightly flustered as he waited for the injured to arrive.
Estel, now pouting because no one seemed to have time for him, left for the stables to find Glorfindel. When he arrived there he asked, " Glorfy do you have time to play with me now?"
"No I must assist your father with the wounded." Glorfindel answered the young human as he hurried from the stables in the direction of the front gates.
Estel was mad now. No one had time for him. The only ones they ever had time for were the people who were sick. At that thought a slight idea began to form in the back of Estel's mind, he shoved it aside for the moment but it was now there if he needed it later.
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Later that evening Estel ate all alone in the kitchen because everyone was in the healing ward. He sat there glumly, hardly eating anything.
"Why so sad tithen pen?"a kind cook by the name of Cer asked the small boy quietly.
"No one has time for me" Estel said as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Surely your father will be here as soon as he is done with the injured and sick." Cer tried to reassure the boy.
Sighing Estel went up to bed. 'Maybe Ada will come to tuck me in.' he thought hopefully.
Hours later Estel lay crying into his pillow, his Ada had not shown up. His mind whirled with hurt and angry thoughts.
'So I guess you have to be sick to get any attention around here' At this thought a smile crossed his face. His idea from earlier resurfaced. He knew what he would do. His Ada would spend lots of time with him and he knew how.
TBC..........
Rating: PG Slight angst, nothing bad or even bloody though
Summary: Estel, feeling very unloved and ignored, decides that the only way to get Elrond's attention is to become one of the sick the mighty healer tends.
AN: This is just a fic from my late night demented thoughts. I would love to thank my beta Sina who without nothing would be possible.
Please Note: Much like Cassia and Sio, I feel that when Tolkien said that Aragorn was "raised in the house of Lord Elrond" he meant that Estel grew up in Rivendell with Elrond as his father and the twins as his brothers. Also in this fic (again like Cassia and Sio) I feel that Aragorn's mother died along with Arathorn, and she has no place in this fic.
Chapter 1
~*~*~*~*~
Estel was wandering the halls of Imaldris. He was bored and there was no one to play with. His brothers were out hunting and would not return home till tomorrow.
As the little adan wandered outside he was met with the fresh fall air. It was clean and the leaves were beautiful hues of red and gold, however none of this mattered to him, all he wanted was someone to play with him.
Estel spotted his father standing by the gate and rushed over to him. "Ada. Will you play with me?" he questioned hopefully.
"I can not" Elrond replied. "I must wait for the wounded men of the hunt to arrive. Perhaps later Estel" he finished looking slightly flustered as he waited for the injured to arrive.
Estel, now pouting because no one seemed to have time for him, left for the stables to find Glorfindel. When he arrived there he asked, " Glorfy do you have time to play with me now?"
"No I must assist your father with the wounded." Glorfindel answered the young human as he hurried from the stables in the direction of the front gates.
Estel was mad now. No one had time for him. The only ones they ever had time for were the people who were sick. At that thought a slight idea began to form in the back of Estel's mind, he shoved it aside for the moment but it was now there if he needed it later.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that evening Estel ate all alone in the kitchen because everyone was in the healing ward. He sat there glumly, hardly eating anything.
"Why so sad tithen pen?"a kind cook by the name of Cer asked the small boy quietly.
"No one has time for me" Estel said as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Surely your father will be here as soon as he is done with the injured and sick." Cer tried to reassure the boy.
Sighing Estel went up to bed. 'Maybe Ada will come to tuck me in.' he thought hopefully.
Hours later Estel lay crying into his pillow, his Ada had not shown up. His mind whirled with hurt and angry thoughts.
'So I guess you have to be sick to get any attention around here' At this thought a smile crossed his face. His idea from earlier resurfaced. He knew what he would do. His Ada would spend lots of time with him and he knew how.
TBC..........