Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to Tolkien and his people (New Line Cinema, I guess). I’m not earning money, I don’t own these characters (oh boy, I wish I did, man) and I haven’t gotten anything to say about this matter. Oh yes, one last thing! Thanx soooo much for casting such great actors that fit the parts sooo perfectly! Uh and Mr Jackson, could u please direct star wars episode 3?

 

NOTE: This is an A/A story, and if it might seem more like A/L or ARW/L at first, it’s not. Story was written with the people playing Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas and Elrond in mind. In other words, I mean the people in this fic to look like the people in the movies. Sorry anti-lotr-movie-ists and anti-liv-tyler-as-arwen-ists

 

 

 

That evening after supper, Aragorn came to Ihelian’s study (the trouble he had finding it won’t be mentioned here). The old man was sitting at his desk, surrounded by various spindles, pipes and other interesting objects, and was writing strange symbols on a piece of parchment when Aragorn entered. Ihelian looked up “You’ve come to see me?” he asked “So I have” replied Aragorn. “I wanted to talk about the time I spend here” he drew a deep breath “I am very grateful for everything that you have done for me, but it is not safe for you to keep me here. Orcs are hunting for me and sooner or later they will find me. And that would be too dangerous for you and the boy.” Ihelian sighed and put down his quill “I am willing to take that risk” He said slowly “Until you are fully capable of journeying north, that is” Aragorn opened his mouth to say something, but Ihelian interrupted him “I thought it might be good for Eldarion, you know. Being around a `younger` man, for a change. He really longs to learn sword-fighting. Maybe you could teach him.” Aragorn shook his head “I have friends and family waiting for me. I don’t want them to believe that I am – well – dead”

“I am not asking you to stay for a long time” replied Ihelian “Just until you are fully capable. No more than that. Me and Eldarion would love to have you stay here...”

 

Aragorn thought of Rivendell. Of Legolas and Elrond. Of Arwen. Arwen. He realized how much he missed her.

And Legolas must have arrived in Rivendell by now. She must be thinking he was dead. The thought tormented him. But then there were Ihelian and Eldarion, and Aragorn couldn’t help liking them. They had saved him. “All right” he muttered finally “but no more than 2 months” Ihelian jumped up from his chair, almost as excited as a young boy “Eldarion will be delighted!” He laughed. “And you really wish him to learn the arts of sword fighting?” He asked “I do” replied Ihelian “We are in Mordor, after all!”

 

 

A few minutes later, Aragorn entered the library. Eldarion was sitting by a little table, copying texts from a book. The candle that stood beside him cast flimmering red shadows across the wall. The profile of the boy looked concentrated, almost beautiful against the reddish golden light.

Aragorn sat down beside the him and watched the boy write. Finally he cleared his throat “I just had a talk with your master” He said “It looks like I’ll best staying a while longer. What would you think if we went out on a hike to find a spot for a sword  fighting lesson tomorrow?” Eldarion gasped “No joking?” Aragorn smiled

“YES!” the boy yelled, wildly punching the air “yes yes yes yes yes yes!”