Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Lord of the Rings. It all belongs to J.R.R Tolkien.

Note: This is a one shot fic, it is about Estel, the name Aragorn had in Rivendell, who is sick. Elrond takes care of him. The Twins learn about human sickness and Aragorn is 5 years old. Let's begin.

"Estel, you have to awake now. You have slept long enough and Ada asked for you to come at breakfast." Elladan said while he tried to shake his little foster brother. The little human child turned and slowly opened his eyes. They were dull not the normal grey with the energy that flowed the human. "I don't want to get up." He countered, rubbing his stomach, he felt strange, he had chills and was very tired, his muscles ached and his stomach was aching too.

Elladan smiled before he gathered the human in his arms and answered while he crawled the child in his arms. "Come, we shall go out and I will teach you archery, how does that sound? My, my, Estel, you feel like the sun today, all warm. Come I will help you dress and then we will go down and get something to eat." Estel nodded his head to tire to argue. If Elladan had known, he would have allowed the human to crawl back into bed.

Soon the both of them walked down the steps t the dining room, Estel was being carried down by Elladan. He placed the human in the chair and sat down in the next one. Elrond looked up and passed some of the bread down to Estel with the words. "Good morning, Estel, how did you sleep?" Estel only nodded and answered. "Morning Ada (daddy)." He passed the bread along, only taking a sip from his juice and then sat back into his chair. Elrond fixed him with a stern gaze and answered. "Estel, you have to eat something. Eat some of this fruit."

"Ada, can we take Estel out for archery today?" Elladan asked his father, distracting the Elven Lord from Estel towards his other sons. Elrond looked back at his foster son who was eating his fruit like his father told him, he then answered. "Sure you can. I will be busy with patients; it would be helpful for Estel to know how to work with a bow."

Estel sat back, one hand on his stomach when it painfully protested against the food. "Ada, can I be excused so I can get my bow?" His father nodded and Estel got up, making as much speed as he could to get back to his room. He searched for his small toy bow and soon located it on the floor beside the bed, he held onto the bedpost when his stomach made another one of those painful lurches.

"Estel are you ready?" Elrohir called up the stairs. Estel shook his head before he yelled back. "Yes, I am coming."

Soon the two Elves and the Human were making their way over to the archery field. Estel staggered behind, one hand on his stomach and trying to keep the nausea down. Elrohir looked back and answered. "Come Estel, let us go." The Human nodded and sped towards where the Elves were waiting; Elrohir caught him in his arms and settled the human on his hip before they walked towards the archery field.

Estel rested his bow on the ground while the Twins argued as how to teach him archery. Elladan notched an arrow and stood, while saying to the Human behind him. "Well, Estel, let me show you how to shoot an arrow from a bow? Unlike my brother who shot Glorfindel in the behind when he first shot his arrow."

Estel was not listening, the ache in his stomach had become too unbearable, his food was resurfacing to fast and he could do nothing to stop it. With a grunt he doubled over opened his mouth only to say before the food came out the same way it went in. "Ro, Dan." The Twins turned, the smiles on their faces quickly wiped away when they saw the little human looking up at them with tears in his eyes, the food he had eaten this morning at his feet.

Both of them dropped their bows and quickly made their way over to the Human. Elrohir lifted Estel in the air and the human rested his head on the older Elf's shoulder before he said, in a weary and painful voice. "I don't feel so good." Elladan's hand came up to stroke the human's dark hair but he stopped when he felt how hot the human felt. "I think we should take him back to Ada, he has a fever." This was directed at his brother, the younger twin nodded and while unclasping his cloak, he gave Estel to Elladan and asked. "Can you hold him?" After that he gently laid the cloak around the human's shoulder, Estel was shivering. Then together they made their way back towards the house.

Elrond had been having a rather peaceful day, there was nothing going on. Nobody was sick, well that was until his twin sons came crashing into his study. Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs and Elladan was carrying a pale looking Estel, the Human had Elrohir's cloak around his shoulder and tears were standing in his eyes while he swallowed away the nausea that was threatening to overcome him.

Elrond stood up, his chair falling backwards but he did not mind that, he held up his hands, asking for silence. Estel closed his eyes when his brother bounced him because he was arguing with Elrohir. "Silence." He roared and the twins stopped in mid sentence. "Please tell me one by one what has happened and Elladan, stop bouncing Estel, for it looks like he does not like it."

"We were at the archery fields and I was telling Estel about the time Ro shot Glorfindel in the behind, Estel was standing behind us..." Elladan began, keeping Estel as still as possible. "And he called for us and when we turned around he had thrown up, so we walked over and I picked him up and Elladan noticed he has a fever and he said he didn't feel good." Elrohir finished.

Elrond swore and walked over, stopping next to his oldest son. Estel opened his eyes when the Elven Lord felt his forehead. The boy extended his hands and said in a weak and raspy voice. "Ada." It broke his heart and he slowly lifted the human from Elladan's arms. Cradling the little human in his arms, he said. "Come let us bring you to bed, I fear you are sick." He then looked at his sons. "Go get Glorfindel, then go to the kitchen and tell them to make the special tea and then bring me the herbs and some blankets and wood for the fireplace." The twins nodded and sped off to the right while Elrond took a left turn towards Estel's room.

Once he was in the human's room, he gently placed his foster son in bed. He sat down on the bed after he had pulled the blankets towards his son's chest. Little Estel looked at his through fever flushed eyes; he crawled to his father and asked. "Do Elves ever get sick?"

"No, they don't, my son, it only happens to humans; I can understand that you feel bad." He softly stroked the child's damp hair. That was the wrong thing to say and Estel shot up, pushing his father's arm away from him. "No, Ada, you don't, you just said that Elves cannot get sick and you are an Elf so how can you understand how I feel..." He stopped when a coughing fit made talking impossible. Elrond reached over and pulled the young human against him. Estel was too tired to argue further with his father and while tears fell from his eyes, he muttered. "I am sorry, Ada, I should not have said those words." Elrond hushed him and answered. "Don't worry, my son, you were right, I don't know how you feel and all I can imagine is that is feels very bad much like us when we are poisoned. Your brothers will be here soon with the tea; I want you to drink all of it."

Soon Elrohir and Elladan came walking into the door. Elrohir was carrying a pile of wood and sat them down in the chair before he started to tent to the fire. Elladan had a cup of steaming tea in his hands and he sat it down on the table beside the bed while he dumped the blankets on the bed. He sat down in the vacant chair beside the bed and while leaning over to gather Estel in his arms, blankets and all, he asked. "Ada, what is ailing him?"

Elrond looked at his son, his eyebrows raised when he saw Estel relaxing into Elladan's embrace. "He is sick, and no, he is not dying, merely, sick, something that humans catch, they can get grumpy, ache and in Estel's case throw up their food, a little bit of rest should cure this. Come on, Estel, drink the tea." Elrond gently told his youngest son. Estel shook his head and he answered. "No, Ada, I don't want to throw up again."

"You won't, I promise." Elrond said while Elladan held the human still so Elrond could help him drink the tea. Estel struggled but was no match for the two stronger Elves; soon he just obeyed and drank the tea, his eyes belching when his stomach protested against the liquid. Elladan saw this and released the human, Estel ran as swiftly as his little feet would carry him towards the bathroom where gagged sounds could be heard.

Elrohir walked into the bathroom where he found Estel on his knees in front of a bowl filled with whatever was in the tea, sitting beside the human, he softly asked. "Done?" A nod was all he got and soon Estel was lifted in the air by the younger twin. He walked back into the room and placed Estel back in the bed where the little human crawled deep underneath the covers while muttered darkly about sickness. Soon his eyes drifted shut and his breathing evened out, stating he was deep asleep. Elrohir reached over and gathered the boy in his arms, like Elladan had done. He instead settled on the bed, lying down and resting his younger brother on his chest, where the human relaxed listening to the steady heartbeat of Elrohir.

Elrond shook his head at his twin sons action and covered his sons with a blanket that Elladan securely tucked around Estel. "Give him plenty of rest and call for me when he wakes up." With those instructions Elrond left the room. Elladan merely pulled a book out of the shelves and began reading while his brother relaxed and slept while his mind wandered to the memories of Estel.

It was nearing midnight when Elrond was finally done with his work. All three of his sons had not come to him and he was getting worried, the twins did not have any food, since they had stayed away from dinner. Grabbing something to eat out of the kitchen, he walked over to Estel's room. When he opened the door, he was greeted with a sight that in years to come would still bring a smile to his face. Elladan had fallen asleep in the chair, the book on his chest and feet propped up on the bed, Elrohir was still lying in the bed with Estel on his chest, the only one awake was Estel, his silvery eyes sought out the ones of his father as Elrond walked into the room.

Sitting down on the bed, he slowly lifted Estel of his son's chest. Elrohir merely signed and rolled onto his side with his back facing Elrond and Estel. "How are you feeling?" He placed the human in his lap, hand straying to his forehead, the little boy felt cool again and Estel relaxed against his father's stomach before he said. "I feel better, still tired, I am hungry."

"Well it is a good thing I brought soup then, isn't it?" Elrond answered with a smile, gently helping the human eat. When the soup was done, Estel was only sitting upright due to his will power, Elrond smiled and gently placed his youngest son back on the bed, Elrohir turned and asked in a sleepy voice while he drew Estel back in his arms. "Is he better?"

"Not yet fully, but he will be, just a little bit more rest." Elrond answered. Elrohir nodded and answered. "Thanks Ada, I love you." It was after that, that he drifted off again. Elrond smiled and answered, drawing the blankets over both his son and dropping a blanket over Elladan. "I love you too, my son, all three of you." He then exited the room, leaving his sons to get back to their dreams. Soon the laughter of the little Estel once again rang through Rivendell.

The End.

Hope you liked it. This may be one shot but I don't know for sure. Let me know if I should continue with this story, not with Estel being sick but with other stories. Leave a review.