Post by Admin on Jan 8, 2021 1:32:50 GMT
Author: Harlindon
Rating: G
Summary: Elladan and Elrohir reveal to young Aragorn what the greatest and most powerful weapon is.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I do not own anything.
Dark trees towered overhead and swayed like ocean waves as a night breeze, crisp and brisk, swirled around the small clearing. A warm campfire shone brightly, dimming the light of the stars in the sky. All was quiet but for the sound of the crackling fire and crickets chirping. As he lay against a sturdy oak, nine-year-old Aragorn closed his eyes, listening to his surroundings. Although he was tired, the chills of excitement running through his body would not allow the young boy to sleep. His brain was awake with energy and anticipation. Tomorrow, he and the great elf lords who he knew like brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, would return to the great elvish kingdom of Rivendell. And then, Lord Elrond, who was the only father that Aragorn had ever known, would fulfill his promise and give Aragorn any weapon of his choice, which he would train and strengthen his skills.
“Estel, why are you not sleeping? It is late and you should be resting,” Elladan’s steady voice questioned as he sensed the young boy stepping towards them. The tall half-elf had long black hair and a young, fair face. He motioned for Aragorn to sit beside of him and warm himself by the fire. Pleased at the invitation, the nine-year-old boy sat down. Somehow he always felt more secure when next to one of the elven princes. Since the age of two, when his father had passed away, the royal family of Rivendell had been his closest companions. He knew he could trust them with anything, especially when it came to helping him make a decision.
Aragorn, somewhat used to the princes correctly guessing his thoughts, smiled and then asked, “Well, if you were to choose one, which would you choose? I thought the sword would be a mighty weapon…but its reach is not nearly as long as the bow. Then there is a knife and I have always been intrigued by the skill of throwing daggers… It’s hopeless,” the young boy sighed.
“It sounds like you desire a weapon that is greater than every weapon combined, young Estel,” Elladan said mischievously. The handsome prince glanced at his brother and then spoke again, “There is such a weapon and it has the ability to produce wounds that cannot be healed even by elvish medicines. It is a deadly weapon that almost all possess and each owner must master it.”
Elrohir motioned for him to be silent. “Estel, long ago, before you were born, a fair and beautiful elven maiden was taken capture by orcs. Her name was Celebrian and she was Elladan’s and my mother. In the hands of the foul creatures she suffered in great pain and darkness. She was rescued and taken back to Rivendell where we hoped our father could heal her wounds…” Elrohir stared at the fire, deep in thought as he spoke. Aragorn could see that he was going through great pain as the memory was being retold. Elrohir was silent for a moment and during that time Elladan took up the story and continued it.
“So you see, Aragorn, the greatest weapon is not made of metal or wood. Rather, the most powerful pain is caused by evil words that flow from one’s mouth. Words are sharper than knives and remain in one’s memory all throughout his life. You already possess the greatest weapon. Now you simply have to master it. Orcs are foul creatures, but worse is their language. It is not called Black Speech for nothing. If a man does not use a weapon wisely, he does not have the right to possess it. Learn to master your tongue, Estel, and you will succeed greatly in life.” Elrohir looked at Aragorn with tears in his eyes as he said this.
And Aragorn was touched. The bitterness yet strength that shone in the princes’ faces made the young boy have a desire to heed their words of wisdom. His words… Estel had never considered them to be of much worth, but they were. Aragorn’s words were the greatest and most powerful weapon he would ever possess. And he would one day master this weapon with strength and discipline.
After a moment or two of silence, Elrohir nudged Aragorn. The tears in his eyes had disappeared, like a leaf caught in a breeze. He asked with a smile, “So then, which weapon will you choose tomorrow?”
Aragorn looked at both the princes, shrugged his shoulders, and then casually stated, “A sword. After all, it is really fun to swing around…and I already have a weapon that is greater and more powerful than any other.”
Elladan and Elrohir laughed.
Rating: G
Summary: Elladan and Elrohir reveal to young Aragorn what the greatest and most powerful weapon is.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I do not own anything.
Dark trees towered overhead and swayed like ocean waves as a night breeze, crisp and brisk, swirled around the small clearing. A warm campfire shone brightly, dimming the light of the stars in the sky. All was quiet but for the sound of the crackling fire and crickets chirping. As he lay against a sturdy oak, nine-year-old Aragorn closed his eyes, listening to his surroundings. Although he was tired, the chills of excitement running through his body would not allow the young boy to sleep. His brain was awake with energy and anticipation. Tomorrow, he and the great elf lords who he knew like brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, would return to the great elvish kingdom of Rivendell. And then, Lord Elrond, who was the only father that Aragorn had ever known, would fulfill his promise and give Aragorn any weapon of his choice, which he would train and strengthen his skills.
“Estel, why are you not sleeping? It is late and you should be resting,” Elladan’s steady voice questioned as he sensed the young boy stepping towards them. The tall half-elf had long black hair and a young, fair face. He motioned for Aragorn to sit beside of him and warm himself by the fire. Pleased at the invitation, the nine-year-old boy sat down. Somehow he always felt more secure when next to one of the elven princes. Since the age of two, when his father had passed away, the royal family of Rivendell had been his closest companions. He knew he could trust them with anything, especially when it came to helping him make a decision.
Aragorn, somewhat used to the princes correctly guessing his thoughts, smiled and then asked, “Well, if you were to choose one, which would you choose? I thought the sword would be a mighty weapon…but its reach is not nearly as long as the bow. Then there is a knife and I have always been intrigued by the skill of throwing daggers… It’s hopeless,” the young boy sighed.
“It sounds like you desire a weapon that is greater than every weapon combined, young Estel,” Elladan said mischievously. The handsome prince glanced at his brother and then spoke again, “There is such a weapon and it has the ability to produce wounds that cannot be healed even by elvish medicines. It is a deadly weapon that almost all possess and each owner must master it.”
Elrohir motioned for him to be silent. “Estel, long ago, before you were born, a fair and beautiful elven maiden was taken capture by orcs. Her name was Celebrian and she was Elladan’s and my mother. In the hands of the foul creatures she suffered in great pain and darkness. She was rescued and taken back to Rivendell where we hoped our father could heal her wounds…” Elrohir stared at the fire, deep in thought as he spoke. Aragorn could see that he was going through great pain as the memory was being retold. Elrohir was silent for a moment and during that time Elladan took up the story and continued it.
“So you see, Aragorn, the greatest weapon is not made of metal or wood. Rather, the most powerful pain is caused by evil words that flow from one’s mouth. Words are sharper than knives and remain in one’s memory all throughout his life. You already possess the greatest weapon. Now you simply have to master it. Orcs are foul creatures, but worse is their language. It is not called Black Speech for nothing. If a man does not use a weapon wisely, he does not have the right to possess it. Learn to master your tongue, Estel, and you will succeed greatly in life.” Elrohir looked at Aragorn with tears in his eyes as he said this.
And Aragorn was touched. The bitterness yet strength that shone in the princes’ faces made the young boy have a desire to heed their words of wisdom. His words… Estel had never considered them to be of much worth, but they were. Aragorn’s words were the greatest and most powerful weapon he would ever possess. And he would one day master this weapon with strength and discipline.
After a moment or two of silence, Elrohir nudged Aragorn. The tears in his eyes had disappeared, like a leaf caught in a breeze. He asked with a smile, “So then, which weapon will you choose tomorrow?”
Aragorn looked at both the princes, shrugged his shoulders, and then casually stated, “A sword. After all, it is really fun to swing around…and I already have a weapon that is greater and more powerful than any other.”
Elladan and Elrohir laughed.