Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or any of the characters. No profit is made from these stories, they are merely for the enjoyment of myself and anyone who cares to read them.

 

Rated: PG:

Summary: Elladan and Elrohir help Aragorn confront his childhood fears and soon find themselves in deadly peril. To make matters worse, a harmless prank gets out of hand and Aragorn ends up treating his brother for more than just bruised knees.

 

All the spelling and grammar mistakes are mine and mine alone! Hope there is not too many! Please keep in mind I am definitely not an expert on Middle Earth geography! I only envision what Tolkien has written and make my own interpretations. So forgive me if there are errors in my descriptions of it.

 

 

Shadows and Light

by Firnsarnien

E-mail:  netty@zianet.com

 

“You are too slow Estel!” Elladan laughed merrily at the scathing look directed at him.

 

The look was all Aragorn could manage at the moment for he was too busy holding on to the rocks above him to respond. He muttered under his breath and continued to climb vowing to get even with his brother somehow.

 

Elrohir scolded his twin. “Instead of teasing, you should be helping him.” He gave an exasperated sigh as he reached down to grab his younger brother’s hand, pulling him easily over the edge of the cliff.

 

Elladan shrugged. “He seems to be doing all right, for a human.” His eyes sparkled with mirth.

 

Aragorn rested his hands on his knees and leaned over slightly, trying to catch his breath. He looked sideways at Elladan who still wore an amused grin on his face. “One thing you have taught me well Elladan, revenge is most sweet when it is least expected.”

 

Elladan’s grin faded suddenly, replaced instead with a look of wariness but he soon brightened again and moved towards the young human. “Ah, it is Estel! But I shall deny you the satisfaction for I will be ready for any tricks you may have in store.” Elladan clapped his foster brother on the back and smiled yet again.

 

“We shall see.” Aragorn smiled slyly but said nothing more.

 

“That is enough from both of you.” Elrohir shook his head. “We shall never get anywhere if you two keep up this endless bantering!”

 

 

 

Elladan protested, “You are one to talk El! I seem to recall, not too long ago, being late for our visit to Mirkwood by three days because you…”

 

Elrohir’s eyes widened and he interrupted his twin hurriedly. “That is enough Elladan.” He shook his head in disgust. “Really, I cannot believe you would bring up that subject yet again.”

 

Aragorn glanced at his brothers puzzled. “Why? What happened?”

 

Grinning at his twin wickedly, Elladan turned back to the young ranger, “It is like this Estel, our brother was…” He never finished what he was going to say though, for Elrohir gave his shoulder a playful shove. The movement was unexpected and it caused the Elf to tumble backwards. He landed on his backside with a yelp.

 

The look of shock on his brother’s face was just too much and Aragorn could not help the laughter that bubbled forth. Soon he was laughing helplessly alongside Elrohir.

 

Elladan looked up with a frown. “Ai! Why did you do that?”

 

“I am sorry El, I did the first thing that came to mind. I did not mean to push you so hard, did I injure you?” Elrohir wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes and reached down to help his twin off the ground trying hard to erase the smile from his face, but he could not make it go away.

 

Elladan gave his twin of look of annoyance and shrugged off his brother’s hand. He stood up quickly, brushing off his clothing. “I will get you back for that one brother!”

 

The Elf shook his head. “I think not.” With a mischievous gleam in his eye, Elrohir turned to Aragorn, “I think perhaps, you could use some help in devising a suitable means of revenge for our brother, could you not Estel?”

 

Aragorn grinned widely, “Your help would be most welcome.”

 

Elladan narrowed his eyes at them then threw his hands up in disgust. “You two do not play fair!” That said, he turned and began walking up the ridge.

 

Aragorn looked at Elrohir and smiled. “I do not think he means to wait for us.”

 

“No, he does not.”

 

 

 

An exaggerated sigh escaped Aragorn. “Well, I suppose we had better catch up with him before he gets lost.”

 

“Do not let him hear you say that Estel, you will only aggravate him more!” Elrohir laughed again then laid a hand on Aragorn’s shoulder. “Come. You are right, we better hurry. I can no longer see our brother and I fear if we leave him out of sight too long he will devise some sort of trap in which to snare us.”

 

The two quickly caught up with Elladan who was still bristling from the shove. He gave them a cursory glance, but did not speak.

 

Aragorn quickened his pace to keep up with the Elf. “You are not still mad are you Elladan? After all, if I remember correctly, it is you who started it!”

 

A reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Elladan found it hard to stay mad at his brothers for long especially the young ranger. Estel held a special place in his heart. His shoulders slumped in defeat and he slowed his stride so that the human could keep up with him easier. “I suppose you are right Estel.” He turned to Elrohir with a mock frown. “I did not deserve to be shoved to the ground though.”

 

Elrohir uttered a cry of protest. “Nay, I did not shove you Elladan! I merely tapped your shoulder. It is not my fault if you cannot keep your balance like an Elf should!”

 

Aragorn laughed quietly as he listened to his brothers argue,  he did not want to draw attention to himself. If either twin saw him laughing, they would drag him into their argument and gang up on him. In amused silence, he continued to listen to their light bantering as they made their way deeper into the forest.

 

After several moments, the two Elves grew quiet and Aragorn looked at them in surprise. He found Elladan staring at him intensely. “What is wrong?”

 

The Elf shook his head. “I still cannot believe we are taking you to the Trollshaws Estel!  Ada will kill us if he ever finds out!”

 

“He will *not* find out brother. He thinks we have gone hunting.” The ranger patted Elladan’s shoulder comfortingly.

 

“Remember your promise Estel.” Elrohir turned to look at his younger brother sternly, “We are only going to *look*, nothing more. If they detect our presence, we shall be in grave danger. Three of us would be hard pressed to take one down and they rarely travel alone. The last thing we need is to have to fight a whole pack of them.”

 

 

 

Aragorn was a bit hurt by the reproach. “I have already given you both my word. What more do you want?”

 

Elladan laughed, “How about if we tie you up and secure you to a lead on my belt? That way we would be sure you could not wander off!” The Elf wiggled his eyebrows at the young human and Elrohir chuckled softly.

 

He pushed Elladan away from him. “That is not funny!” And it wasn’t, but Aragorn soon found himself laughing alongside his brothers despite his annoyance at the jibe.

 

As the trio approached the dark woods, they grew quiet. Even whispering seemed loud and out of place so they resorted to using hand signals to communicate.

 

Aragorn was tense and nervous though he would never admit it. All the stories he’d ever heard while growing up in Imladris came to mind, and there were quite a few. When he was little, he and his friends would creep into the bushes to listen to the warriors talk about their battles with the creatures. The horrid and gruesome details played havoc with his childish imagination and the creatures had become terrible monsters, often haunting his dreams.

 

Too many times, he’d awoken in the middle of the night, bathed in sweat, sure that one lurked under his bed or just outside his door. Calling for his father had been enough to chase away his fears when he was little, but now that fear was not so easily dismissed. And he loathed his father or his brothers finding out how much it still bothered him.

 

His brow furrowed in thought as the rational part of his mind chastised him yet again, the creatures did not dwell in Imladris. It was impossible for them to come anywhere near his home, yet despite that fact, part of him refused to listen to reason for the fear was too deeply ingrained.

 

And his fear and the dreams had only grown worse after he’d heard the beasts in the dark. Aragorn berated himself yet again for the foolish decision he’d made that night. He’d little experience traveling alone and too late did he realize how close he’d come to the Trollshaws. The rapidly encroaching darkness had left him with little choice but to set up camp near its edge and he had done so with great reluctance. Traveling at night was just too dangerous.

 

The sounds and muffled voices he’d heard that night were enough to chill his blood and despite his brother‘s warnings about moving about in the darkness, he’d packed up his few belongings in record speed and hurried away from that place as fast as he could. 

 

Now he realized his mistake. Instead of facing his fear, he’d run from it. And the only way he could lay his fear to rest would be to see these creatures for himself. Perhaps if he saw they were only flesh and blood, he would find some peace.

 

The woods were darkening as dusk approached and it was getting harder to see. Aragorn walked behind his brothers deep in thought, automatically stepping lightly lest he snap a twig or roll a stone. He did not notice Elrohir stop in front of him until he ran right into the Elf‘s back. Startled, Aragorn looked up with wide eyes.

 

Elrohir grabbed his arms gently and moved him back a step. Then he motioned for Aragorn to be silent and pointed to the tree next to them indicating they should climb. Aragorn nodded his head mutely.

 

Hurriedly, he cast an anxious look at his surroundings, half expecting one to jump out at him at any moment. They had halted on a steep mountainside overlooking a large, dark valley. Enormous boulders jutted out in several places and many of them would have made excellent lookout points. The entire valley was covered in tall, thick pine, oak and aspen trees. Had this knot of dread and nervousness not settled in his stomach, the colors that painted them would have been stunning.

 

Aragorn looked with unease at the growing shadows in the valley and shuddered. This place may have once been considered beautiful but now, the evil that permeated it was too strong to ignore. He shifted uneasily and glanced at his brothers.

 

“Hurry up Estel. The sun has almost set.” Elladan whispered so softly the ranger could barely hear him.

 

Quietly, Aragorn moved to the base of the tree and clasped the hand Elrohir held down to him, allowing the Elf to pull him up into the thick branches. He teetered next to his older brother for a moment until Elrohir slipped his arm around Aragorn’s waist to help steady him. Elladan noiselessly swung himself up and stood beside him as well, resting his hand on the human’s back protectively. The three stood there, clutching the thick trunk until Aragorn had regained his equilibrium.

 

“Are you ready?” Elladan studied his younger brother carefully, searching for signs of fatigue.

 

Aragorn only nodded his head and swallowed hard, he could do this. He *had* to do this.

 

Satisfied, the Elf turned and began to climb making sure to take the easiest path to the top. The young human had never been fond of climbing trees.

 

He soon found himself seated safely between his Elven brothers on the highest branch in the tree. From here, the thick foliage concealed them from sight while allowing a clear view of the valley below. Nothing moved but Aragorn could hear the wind whispering through the leaves and the sound sent a chill down his spine. He swallowed the lump in his throat and pushed his fear to the back of his mind, he would not let his brothers see his anxiety.

 

As discretely as he could, he snuck a glance at Elrohir. The Elf’s expression was grim and his mouth was set in a tight line as he studied the ground below. Aragorn looked at Elladan next and was surprised to find his brother watching him, eyebrows raised in question.

 

He had been caught. The young ranger smiled sheepishly and shook his head. Casting his eyes to the valley below once more, he studied the area for movement.

 

In the dimness, Elladan smiled softly. He knew the stories young Elves told each other. And he knew Estel had heard his share. The young human was scared, but trying hard not to let them see his fear. The Elf shifted his weight a little, managing to scoot closer to Aragorn without being obvious.

 

The moon rose slowly casting a pale, silver light on the thick darkness that had settled in the whole valley. The only movement was the twisted shadows of the trees dancing upon the ground as the moon continued to rise.

 

Aragorn grew more and more disappointed as the night wore on. They had not yet seen anything else move. Maybe the creatures had moved out of the area or perhaps they were not here at all. They may have to go back home without ever seeing one, and he would never be able to rid himself of this irrational fear.

 

Suddenly, the sound of breaking branches followed by a heavy thud vibrated through the valley. His heart leapt to his throat and he gave Elladan a questioning look. The Elf held a slender finger to his lips and shook his head. He mouthed the word ‘watch’ then pointed in the direction of the noise.

 

At first, Aragorn could see nothing but darkness, but soon, the pale moonlight outlined a large shape strolling out of the trees. There before his eyes, stood the creature that haunted his dreams, a stone-troll.

 

It was large, though not quite as large as he’d envisioned and its muscles rippled as it waved its arm at some unseen insect flying near its beady, black eyes. It’s facial features were the most surprising for they were remarkably similar to that of a man though more crude and grotesque. Most noticeable was the abnormally large nose protruding from it’s face. It’s mouth was an almost nonexistent line and it’s skin was scaly and rough. He was sure if he ran his hand over the creature’s skin, his own would be rubbed raw.

 

The troll continued to walk through the brush and at a glance, it seemed incredibly stupid and slow, but he knew better. From all the stories Aragorn had heard as a child, he knew this was not entirely true. Trolls could move fast enough when they had a mind to and they were known to be quite resourceful when it came to food. They often worked together to ensnare their meals.

 

His eyes were abruptly drawn to the woods behind the lumbering troll. A second, larger one stepped out of the trees and walked slowly behind the first. It’s head moved from side to side and the nostrils on it’s oversized nose flared out madly. Aragorn had the distinct impression the creature was sniffing for something.

 

His breath suddenly hitched in his throat, the troll seemed to be staring right at them. Instinctively, Aragorn crouched lower and clutched the branches tighter until his knuckles turned white. He felt Elladan’s arm move around his shoulders protectively, but he was so unnerved, he offered no protest. Besides, his brother’s touch eased a bit of his tension and when the creature turned and continued walking, Aragorn let out the breath he’d been holding. It had not seen them.

 

Elrohir glanced at Aragorn and immediately frowned when he noticed Elladan’s arm around the young human’s shoulders. He looked at his twin worriedly but he only shook his head. Pressing his lips together, Elrohir returned his attention to the trolls with growing unease.

 

Elladan knew his brother had cause for worry. Aragorn was very pale and although he was trying hard to put up a brave front, he could feel the waves of fear rolling off the young human. The Elf grimaced, he had reacted much in the same way the first time he had seen a troll. Even now, having fought the creatures, his stomach still churned nervously when they were near. It would take time for Aragorn to overcome his childhood fears too. Coming here to see them was but the first step in defeating that fear.

 

They watched the trolls in silence as they worked their way up the valley, steadily coming closer to their position. Elladan kept his hand on his brother’s shoulder, offering the young human reassurance.

 

Aragorn swallowed hard and looked at his brothers nervously when the trolls were directly beneath them. Elrohir turned and offered him an encouraging smile while Elladan gave his shoulder a squeeze. The comforting gestures made his racing heart slow down a little. If they were not running away from these creatures, then neither would he. He hardened his resolve and turned back to observe the trolls.

 

They were poking around the bushes and turning over large boulders obviously searching for dinner. Each time they cast a boulder aside, it crashed through the trees making an incredible amount of noise. Aragorn grimaced, how did these things think they would ever find something to eat with all that racket? Every good creature in Middle Earth must have heard them coming!

 

With peculiar fascination, the ranger watched the creatures through older eyes. Now that they were this close, they did not seem as terrifying as he had first thought them to be. They were horrid looking that was sure, but as he studied them, he began to note their weaknesses. His brothers had often told him they could be defeated by wit and speed, now he was beginning to understand what they meant.

 

Before he realized it, he had a wide grin on his face and Elladan looked at him curiously. Aragorn flashed a smile at his brother and for the first time in a long time, he found himself looking forward to going to sleep. He was fairly certain these creatures would not be making their way into his dreams again.

 

Just as he finished that thought, the smile was wiped off his face as suddenly as it had appeared. The troll below had smelled them, man and Elves. It peered up into the high branches puzzled, scratching it’s head thoughtfully. Then it turned and mumbled something to it’s companion and before Aragorn realized what was happening, both trolls took hold of the tree and shook it, hard.

 

Aragorn scrambled to keep his place in the branches. He was so busy trying to hold on, he did not notice as Elladan was flung from his perch, holding only a broken branch in his hands. Fortunately, he struck a thick branch of the neighboring tree and instead of falling to the forest floor, he was able to catch hold of the sturdy limb.

 

Within seconds of Elladan losing his grip, Aragorn lost his as well. Unfortunately, he was not as lucky as his brother and his head snapped sideways, impacting with an unforgiving branch. Stars danced before his eyes as he plummeted towards the ground only to collide with several more a short time later. The branches slowed his fall considerably but did not stop it.

 

He hit the ground with a terrible crash and for a few moments he was unable to catch his breath or even move. Darkness clouded his vision and his ears rang and as if from very far away, he could hear someone screaming his name, but for the life of him, he could not place a name with the voice.

 

Soon, a terrible roar replaced the ringing in his ears. He turned his head towards the sound and immediately regretted the action. Hammers pounded behind his eyes and just before he succumbed to darkness, he saw the vague outline of something enormous coming towards him.

 

Elrohir clung desperately to the tree trunk and could only watch in horror as his twin was thrown and Aragorn was tossed from his perch. He tried to get hold of his younger brother’s arm but found only empty air instead. His eyes widened in disbelief, what foul luck! First Elladan and now Aragorn? Valar help them!

 

Casting a quick look at the neighboring tree, he found his twin clutching the branches with white knuckles. Elladan seemed a bit dazed and blood trickled from a small cut on his forehead, but otherwise, he seemed unhurt.

 

Frantically, Elrohir peered through the branches, he could just make out the still form of his younger brother on the ground below. “Estel!” He screamed his brother’s name but he did not move. Moving swiftly, he swung himself downwards praying fervently all the while, ‘Oh Valar, please let him be all right.’ He refused to even think what he would do if he were not.

 

Elrohir jumped the last few feet to the ground and ran to his brother, throwing himself to his knees beside him. He shook the unresisting shoulder urgently casting an anxious glance towards the trolls. The creatures had seen Aragorn fall and even now, as he tried to wake his brother, they were coming closer.

 

“Estel! You must wake!”

 

A soft moan was the only response. Elrohir took another quick look at the approaching trolls, in but a few moments they would be upon them both. He shook his brother’s shoulder harder. “Estel! We must leave…now!”

 

Aragorn blinked his eyes, coming back to awareness slowly. His body ached, all over. Frowning, he tried to remember the reason  for it his bleary eyes coming to rest on the Elf above him. Was that…Elrohir? Why did he look so worried? Where was he? And come to think of it, why was he on his back? The questions burned in his mind until another roar pierced his already pounding ears making him flinch. With a sickening rush, his memory came flooding back.

 

He looked up at his older brother with wide, frightened eyes.

 

“Are you injured?”

 

The question took Aragorn off guard and he stared mutely at the Elf.

 

Elrohir was close to panic. “Estel! Are you injured?”

 

He shook his head as he finally found his voice. “Where is Elladan?

 

Elrohir grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet. “Up there.” The Elf quickly pointed to the treetops and Aragorn glanced upwards. He could see his brother still form amongst the branches. Squinting, he tried to see if Elladan was injured.

 

“Come Estel, we must leave!”

 

Aragorn did not object when Elrohir wrapped an arm around his waist for he was still slightly dazed. It was difficult to keep up with the Elf and he could not keep from stumbling several times. His faltering steps forced his brother forced to go slower than they should have lest they both find themselves on the forest floor.

 

A sudden cry behind them startled them both and Aragorn turned his head sharply to the right, fearful of what he might see. It was just as he thought, one of the trolls was close behind, too close. Abruptly, it lashed out it’s meaty paw catching Elrohir in the back and grazing Aragorn’s side.

 

Elrohir was hurled forward while Aragorn was thrown to the ground for the second time that day. He sat where he was thrown gasping for breath, unable to do anything but watch the creature advance upon him with hungry eyes. Oh, why had he insisted his brothers bring him here? He should have left well enough alone! The creatures did not turn up in his dreams *that* often.  Well, only a few times a week. Ok, try just about every night.

 

The thundering pounding of footsteps wrenched him away from his dark thoughts and he looked around frantically for some means of escape. It was hopeless, the creature was too close for him to get away and besides, he would not leave his brother at it’s mercy, Elrohir looked too disorientated to run.

 

Aragorn scooted backwards until he was beside his brother. It was the Elf’s turn to appear dazed leaving the young human on the verge of panic at his brother’s lack of response. With dismay, he realized Elrohir was not fully aware of what was happening. There was not enough time to flee and he doubted either of them would get very far anyway. 

 

They were out of time, and options. Aragorn could do nothing but pray their end would be swift. For a fleeting second he thought of Elladan, he would not want to be in his shoes when he informed their father of their demise. Regretfully, he squeezed his eyes shut and waited.

 

The expected blow never came, instead a loud howl of pain sounded in his ears and rang through the trees. Opening his eyes in surprise, Aragorn found an arrow lodged in the side of the troll’s neck. A scaly hand tugged at it, yanking the object out with a sickening pop. Blood spurted from the small hole in the creature’s neck and it howled again, obviously enraged.

 

It’s companion moved forward with alarming speed, but it too, soon found an arrow protruding from it’s scaly flesh. It stopped with an angry roar to pull the offending thing from it’s ear.

 

Aragorn snapped his head around looking for the arrow’s source. There, on the lowest branch of the tree was Elladan, notching another arrow to his bow. The young human smiled in relief, at least now he knew his brother was all right.

 

“Estel! You and Elrohir get out of there!” Elladan yelled frantically as he loosed another arrow. “Hurry!”

 

The ranger needed no further urging. Elladan had bought them some time and they had better use it, or he and Elrohir would soon find themselves in the belly of these hungry creatures.

 

He didn’t wait for Elrohir to come out of his stupor, instead, he grabbed the Elf under his arms and hauled him up. “Move Elrohir!”

 

Although Elrohir was still slightly stunned, Aragorn’s commanding voice resonated in his ears. He forced his wobbly legs forward despite the still tilting ground and allowed his brother to lead him through the trees by the arm. 

 

The crashing and pounding behind them continued to urge them on at a desperate pace. They pumped their legs as hard as they could, trying to put enough distance between them and the hungry trolls.

 

They ran for quite a while before Aragorn chanced a glance behind them, the trolls appeared to have fallen behind. Though they could move quickly, the creatures could not do so over long distances. Aragorn and Elrohir ran awhile longer until they were sure the  creatures no longer followed.

 

The young ranger took hold of Elrohir‘s arm to slow him down. “I think we can stop now brother, we seem to have lost them.” 

 

They both slowed to a stop and spent the next few moments catching their breath. The Elf glanced behind them and smiled grimly. “You are right Estel, I can no longer hear their footsteps. Perhaps they have decided to search for a dinner that is easier to catch.”

 

Aragorn grinned in response then turned serious again, eying his brother up and down. “Are you hurt?”

 

Elrohir shook his head. “No, I am not.”

 

The ranger looked at him doubtfully.

“I was only stunned but for a little while Estel. Do not fret. What about you? You are the one who fell out of the tree, not I.”

 

Aragorn shook his head before answering. “No, I am not hurt either.” He looked around  worriedly. “We must find Elladan.

 

Without warning, Elladan dropped down from the tree above landing gracefully beside the young human.

 

Aragorn almost jumped out of his skin. “Ai! You know I hate it when you do that Elladan! You scared me halfway to Mandos!”

 

Laughing lightly, Elladan smirked. “Well don’t blame me Estel. You almost got there all on your own this time.” The Elf was eying his brothers critically.  “Are you both well? Were either of you injured?”

 

Elrohir shook his head. “Nay, *we* are not brother, but it would seem that you are.” He pointed to the blood trickling down the side of Elladan’s face.

 

Elladan frowned and touched his forehead gingerly. His fingers immediately encountered a sticky substance and when he looked at them, they were red with blood, his blood.

 

Aragorn shook his head in disgust. “Come, sit on this log and let me have a look at that cut.”

 

“Nay Estel, tis only a scratch. I do not even feel it.”

 

The ranger would not be dissuaded. “Sit down or I shall make you.” He was clearly exasperated with his brother’s refusal.

 

The twin raised an eyebrow skeptically and laughed softly. “You will *make* me? I think not Estel.”

 

The healer in him bristled with impatience at his brother’s reluctance but he managed to speak calmly. “Please Elladan. I agree, the cut does not look serious, but let me see to it all the same. At least it will keep any infection at bay.”

 

Elladan looked at his brother in defeat. Aragorn would give him no peace until he relented. Agitated, he seated himself on a fallen log and rolled his eyes. “Very well, but be swift. We should get as far away from this place as possible. The sun will not yet wake for a few more hours.”

 

It was a good thing he had thought to bring his medicine pack. Pulling several items from the worn bag, Aragorn quickly cleaned and dressed his brother’s injury. It truly was just a scratch. But, it was better to be safe than sorry. Out here, one never knew when a wound might fester and become infected.

 

When he finished he put the healing herbs back in his pack and smiled at his brothers impishly. “Well, we sure had a good look at the trolls, did we not?”

 

Elrohir the young human’s arm. “That was more than a look Estel! You were almost killed, only by chance and the grace of the Valar do you stand in front of me now.”

 

Aragorn’s brow furrowed and he shook his head in denial, “Twas not my fault Elrohir! Though I could not hold on, neither could Elladan. You cannot blame human weaknesses this time for he was thrown as well as I and he is an Elf!! And besides, what of you? I seem to remember you laying on the ground quite senseless.” The ranger emphasized his point by poking the Elf’s chest with his finger several times.  “Had it not been for me, you would have made a rather tasty meal for that troll.”

 

Elladan cleared his throat and looked at Aragorn pointedly.

 

He smiled sheepishly and amended his last statement. “Yeah, well, had it not been for Elladan as well, we would have both found ourselves ‘guests of honor’ at the troll’s feast!”

 

Elladan’s grin widened before he turned serious again. “I think *all* of us were lucky my brothers. We saved each other in one way or another today and the grace of the Valar seems to have been with us. But let us not linger here, we should move from this place quickly. I do not think the trolls will follow us this far, but when dealing with those creatures, one can never be sure what they will do.”

 

Aragorn breathed an audible sigh of relief when they finally left the dark woods behind. The oppressive feeling seemed to visibly lift and even the air was cleaner and sweeter. He looked up expecting to see nothing but a green canopy overhead but the trees seem to part to allow him a clear view of the bright stars above.

 

“Earendil shines brightly for us my brothers. It is good to see it yet again.” He smiled softly in the moonlight.

 

Elladan nodded solemnly in response. “Ever has it been our hope Estel. It’s light reminds us that evil cannot overcome all that is good forever. Those foul creatures we saw tonight will someday diminish and all the darkness in these lands will fade. Light will come to the world again.” The Elf sighed and whispered sadly. “I only hope it comes ere we leave these lands.”

 

The young human frowned. He did not like to be reminded that someday, his brothers, his entire family and all those he loved would leave him and journey to the Undying Lands. And he would be unable to follow. No mortal could enter Valinor save by the grace of the Valar.

 

Elrohir watched the expression on Aragorn’s face change from happiness to sad acceptance when Elladan mentioned leaving. Neither he nor his twin liked to think of leaving his younger brother behind, without any family to love or care for him. They both had taken a vow never to leave Aragorn while the mortal yet lived, even if the yearning for the sea awoke in their hearts. And hopefully, that day would not come for a very long time.

 

Elrohir shook off the sudden chill that crept down his spine and tried to lighten the mood. Grinning slyly he asked, “Well, who wants to be the one to explain to Ada why we look as if we have just been in a battle with trolls?”

 

Aragorn’s eyes widened as understanding finally took hold. They all looked terrible. Dirt streaked Elrohir’s face and his cloak was ripped in several places. Blood stained Elladan’s tunic and he sported a darkening bruise around the bandage on his brow. Several leaves and twigs were also tangled in the Elf’s dark hair.

 

The ranger looked down at himself, he had fared no better. His sleeve was almost ripped  completely off and the branches that had slowed his fall had also shredded the back of his tunic. And worse yet was the terrible ache in his back, he knew he would soon have a very colorful bruise, if he didn’t already. None of them would be able to hide any of this from their father. The Elf lord had learned long ago that trouble had a way of finding his sons, especially the young human. No, Elrond would not be fooled.

 

Aragorn groaned inwardly at his next thought. His father would also *not* be pleased that he and his brothers had even come out here in the first place. Oh, they were in real trouble now, that much was certain. He turned to answer Elrohir. “I think brother, that duty must fall to the oldest.”

 

Elrohir quickly agreed. “Yes, Aragorn is right. Sometimes the oldest has to perform undesirable duties and this is one of those times.” The Elf turned to his twin and smiled wickedly. “It is unanimous brother. *You* shall tell father.”

 

Shaking his head vehemently, Elladan refused. “Nay Elrohir! I shall not! I am not that much older than you! You were born so quickly after me that not even father can tell us exactly how much time passed.”

 

Elrohir shrugged. “Nevertheless brother, you were born first which makes you the elder of all of us.”

Aragorn interrupted. “And besides, you should not have dragged me out here brother. I can only imagine your face when you try to explain that to father!” The young human laughed so hard at Elladan’s shocked expression, he almost tripped on a protruding tree root. He righted himself quickly, saving himself from an embarrassing spill.

 

Elladan sputtered. “Dragged you out here? Dragged you! Nay, I did not *drag*  you Estel! I think it would be more appropriate to say *you* dragged both Elladan and I out here! You pestered and badgered us so much, we had no choice but to bring you to see those cursed trolls!”

 

By now, Elrohir was laughing as well. “Oh, he got you there brother! You are after all, the one who told Estel that persistence is often the best way to get what you want.”

 

Elladan frowned and muttered several creative curses under his breath.

 

“What was that brother? I could not hear you, human weakness and all that.” Aragorn chuckled at the dark look Elladan shot his way.

 

The three continued to trek through the forest until the night sky began to change from black to dark gray, sunrise was not far off. Elladan snuck a glance behind him yet again. Aragorn had begun to stumble more and more frequently and his shoulders drooped with fatigue. Despite his insistence that he was fine, Elladan knew the young ranger was exhausted and in need of rest. Although he had not been injured when he fell, the Elf was sure Aragorn must have a nasty bruise as evidence.

 

He scanned the forest with sharp eyes until he found a suitable spot under a large pine tree, the soft foliage below would make a comfortable place to rest.  He led his brothers to it then shrugged off his small pack. “Let us stop here for awhile, we are all in need of some rest.” Without waiting for an answer, he seated himself gracefully on the ground hoping Elrohir and Aragorn would follow suit.

 

In truth, Aragorn was glad his brother had decided to stop. His back ached so much it was making his ears ring and he could not seem to keep from stumbling over ever rock and branch in his path. And to make matters worse, his eyelids kept trying to close despite his futile attempts to keep them open. With a grateful sigh, he lowered himself to the ground next to Elladan.

 

Elrohir exchanged a look with his twin. They did not need words to understand each other for their concern over their human brother was mutual. As much as Aragorn tried, his body just did not have the Elvish stamina of his brothers.

 

Elrohir spoke first. “I will take the first watch. You two should get some rest.”

 

 

 

Aragorn was too tired to argue. Meekly, he nodded and lay down on the soft ground. It took him a while to find a comfortable position for his back throbbed every time he put pressure on it. Finally, he gave up and lay on his side then drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

 

Elladan sat up when he was sure Aragorn was asleep. He watched the sleeping human for awhile until Elrohir interrupted his thoughts, speaking softly.

 

“Do you think he‘ll wake?”

 

Elladan shook his head. “No, he is too weary.”

 

The two Elves worked in careful silence. As gently as they could, they lifted Aragorn’s tunic to examine his back. Large purple bruises marred the entire area.

 

“It is as I feared though Estel is too stubborn to admit it.” With a sigh, Elladan rummaged through Aragorn’s bag of herbs till he found a small tin of ointment. As gently as he could, he rubbed it on his brother’s back stopping only when Aragorn moaned softly in his sleep. Making sure he had not woken, Elladan continued to rub in the sweet smelling herb. When he finished, he and Elrohir pulled their brother’s tunic back down and covered him with their cloaks.

 

Elladan looked at his twin, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “We are close to it, have you noticed?”

 

“Yes.” Elrohir nodded seriously, he knew exactly what his twin was talking about. “Do you want to take him to see it?”

 

“I think it would do him some good. Perhaps it will help ease some of the nightmares he’s been having.” Even though Aragorn had not told them of his dreams, his secret was not as well hidden as he had thought. Their father knew of them as well.

 

“Then we take the easterly route on the morrow.” Elrohir glanced at the sky before turning back to his twin. “You should get some rest brother, it will be light soon.” He shook his head at Elladan’s refusal. “I’ll wake you for a turn at keeping watch. Now go to sleep.”

 

Elladan leaned back against the tree and finally allowed his body to relax. His hand rested protectively on Aragorn’s shoulder and slowly, he let his mind drift off into Elven dreams.

 

 

Smiling quietly, Elrohir watched his brothers sleep for a little while. He was grateful neither of them had been injured for he didn’t think his heart could take it if they had been. It had been close though, too close. He shuddered and pushed away the chill that crept into his heart. Silently, he moved off a little ways from camp to keep watch.

 

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Something or someone was shaking him. Aragorn tried to brush off the annoyance but instead found his hand held in a firm grip.

 

“Wake up Estel.”

 

The soft voice pulled him from his dreams and Aragorn blinked, trying to bring the world  into focus.

 

“Come on little brother, it is time to get up.”

 

A face loomed over him and Aragorn was finally able to focus on the face. “Elladan?”

 

“Well, who did you think it would be, a troll?” The Elf laughed softly at the jibe.

 

Aragorn frowned as he sat up. No wonder it had taken him so long for his eyes to adjust, it was daylight. Already, the sun was high casting its warmth upon his face. “You should not have let me sleep so long.” He scolded his brother for the obvious oversight.

 

“You needed the rest Estel and there is no need to hasten home. Ada does not expect us back for at least a couple more days.” Elladan shrugged. “Besides, are you in that much of a hurry to receive a lecture? He is sure to give us one when he sees the condition we are in.”

 

The ranger shook his head. “No, I’m not.” He stood slowly expecting his back to protest but surprisingly, though he was a bit stiff, it did not pain him as it had the day before. The sweet smell of herbs still lingered in the air and he could guess what his brothers had done while he slept. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Elladan suspiciously.

 

The Elf pointedly ignored the question in his brother’s eyes and instead, pressed some dried meat and lembas into his hands. “Here, you must eat a little ere we start out again. We have yet a long ways to go.” Elladan turned before Aragorn could reply.

 

Aragorn watched his brother thoughtfully as the Elf gathered their things and erased all  traces of their presence. Sometimes, he really hated it when Elladan and Elrohir treated him like a child, and sometimes he really enjoyed the attention.  It always reminded him how much his family loved him and how much he loved his family. He was so lucky to have them, to have found them. He smiled happily while he ate, lost in memories of growing up amongst Elves.

“I swear Estel, someday your daydreaming will get you into trouble!”

 

He started when Elrohir threw his cloak around his shoulders and pushed his hands out of the way to fasten it around his neck.

 

Elrohir continued to scold him. “I called you three times, did you not hear me? He looked up when he was done and frowned when he saw Aragorn’s dreamy expression. His look of exasperation changed to one of worry.  “Are you well Estel?”

 

Aragorn hastened to reassure him. “Yes! I am fine. I was just… thinking.”

 

The Elf nodded skeptically and smiled. “Well, if you are done thinking, we really should get moving again.”

 

At midday, they came across it. Although the twins had seen it many times before, Aragorn had not. Often had he heard his brothers talk of it and they had described it to him time and time again, but never had his imagination done it justice.

 

It was beautiful. Like a white, shining jewel in a sea of green. It’s surface glistened in the sun and he knew that beneath that smooth exterior lay many hidden treasures. Lightning fast little creatures, near impossible to catch. Tiny things whose many voices together, often lulled him to sleep back home in Imladris. Large round ones whose lumbering, slow movements often belied their true grace. But his favorite had to be the one who lived both above and below the shimmering surface, skittering here and there, always busy.

 

He turned to his brothers with a huge grin. “I did not know we were so close ! Why did you not tell me?”

 

The twins smiled. It brought their hearts joy to see Aragorn so happy after their near disaster.

 

Elladan’s smile deepened at his brother’s pleasure in such a simple thing. “We thought we’d surprise you Estel.”

 

Aragorn turned his gaze back upon the beautiful sight before him. At times like these, he almost wished he were five again so that he might run to his brothers and embrace them with childlike abandon. This simple gesture overwhelmed him and for a moment he found himself unable to say anything as tears pricked behind his eyelids. He swallowed hard and struggled to keep them at bay. 

 

A gentle squeeze to his shoulder surprised him and he turned to find Elladan standing at his side watching him affectionately. Elrohir came up behind him and clasped his arm gently, whispering in his ear. “It is beautiful, is it not?”

Aragorn nodded eagerly. “It is. I did not know such beauty existed outside of Imladris. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

 

Elladan nodded his head in response and all three returned their attention to the tranquil scene before them, basking in in its beauty.

 

With visible effort, Aragorn shook off the solemn mood. His eyes twinkled with merriment as he turned to his brothers. “Care to go for a swim?”

 

Elladan laughed and gently seized the young ranger’s arm, stilling his forward motion. “At least remove your clothes Estel, unless you wish to spend the rest of the day in wet clothing.” He shook his head and laughed again at the human’s eagerness. “Then we should be most happy to join you.”

 

Aragorn hurriedly unclasped his cloak and lay it aside, then began working on the fastenings of his tunic.

 

Elrohir sat next to him to remove his boots. “We will show you the perfect place from which to dive. From there you can see the entire lake.”

 

The other twin nodded his head in agreement. “You know Estel, this place has remained hidden from the sight of most men and there are yet a few Elves who do not know of it’s existence. In fact, Elrohir and I discovered it quite by accident.” Elladan set his boots next to Elrohir’s.

 

“I am glad you did Elladan for it is more beautiful than I ever imagined.” Aragorn stood, clad only in his undergarments. “Come brothers, last one in is the uncle of an orc!” The ranger turned and sprinted towards the water, Elrohir close on his heels.

 

Elladan protested, hopping on one foot while trying to untangle the other one from the leg of his breeches. “Nay! Tis not fair Estel! I have not yet removed my breeches!” 

 

Aragorn only laughed louder as he splashed into the cold water.

 

All three put the refreshing water to good use. They cleansed themselves of the grime they had acquired and let the cool water soothe their bruised flesh and sore muscles.

 

The young ranger floated lazily on his back enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face and the coolness of the water on his skin. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. Unexpectedly, water splashed his face causing him to sink below the surface in surprise.

 

He came up with a sputter and wiped the water from his eyes only to find Elladan watching him with a mischievous grin. The young human narrowed his eyes at the Elf and frowned. “That was not funny brother!”

 

“I am sorry Estel, I could not resist!” Elladan laughed harder at the look on his younger brother’s face, it was priceless.

 

“Do not think Elladan, that I have for one moment, forgotten my promise of revenge! I would be a little more careful if I were you.” Aragorn smiled wickedly at the Elf.

 

Elladan only shrugged, as much as he was able to while treading water, and his smile grew bigger despite Aragorn’s warning.

 

A few hours later, another tired and frustrated sigh escaped Aragorn as he looked longingly at the cool water. After an afternoon of swimming and diving, he lay on the grass with his brothers enjoying the warm sun. Or he should say, *they* were enjoying it. He’d much rather be swimming, and diving.

 

Instead, he’d been banished to the bank after a tiny little mishap. He really didn’t understand what all the fuss had been about for he’d not been injured at all. Well, at least not *that* badly.

 

His dive had been perfect, flawless in fact. It was not his fault the branch got in his way. Besides, his brothers should have been glad he’d gotten over his reluctance to jump from such a dizzying height. He didn’t think he’d ever reach the top of that tree. And though his heart had lurched in his throat when he looked down, he‘d done it! He’d closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and jumped. He had not given in to the fear.

 

Surprisingly, it was exhilarating! So much so, that he swam to the edge to do it again, and again, and again. Elladan and Elrohir had laughed at his enthusiasm and even when they could not get him to stop, they had not stopped laughing.

 

Until that last dive. Elladan had jumped in after him and hauled him back to shore despite his insistence that he didn’t need rescuing. He’d only been knocked unconscious for a few seconds and would have been perfectly capable of swimming back to shore on his own.

 

Gingerly, Aragorn touched the bandage now covering the gash he sported on his ribs and grimaced. Neither one of his brothers had been very happy with him and Elladan had lectured him mercilessly while treating the injury. He sighed again, completely frustrated.

 

“It will not work Estel.”

 

Aragorn started and turned toward Elladan in confusion. “What?”

 

Elladan shook his head. “The sighs, the groans, the wistful looks you give the water. You have had enough of it for today I think.”

 

The young human shook his head. “The cut was really just a little one Elladan. I do not understand why you make more of it than it is.”

 

The Elf sighed and spoke to Aragorn as if he were a child, which in fact to him, he was. “I already told you more times than I care to say Estel, you are just beginning to recover from falling off one tree and now you have fallen from another. Your back is still bruised, you have a cut on your side, you were knocked unconscious and even though you do not wish to admit it, I know you are feeling poorly.”

 

Aragorn started to protest but was stopped when a firm hand covered his mouth.

 

“Enough! I do not wish to argue. I am older than you and you must do as I say. If you do not rest, I shall be forced to use of one Ada’s teas to make you sleep.”

 

The ranger narrowed his eyes at Elladan then looked to Elrohir for help. The other Elf merely shook his head and shrugged, supporting his twin with his silence. Aragorn’s shoulders drooped in defeat. Elladan was right, he should get some rest. There yet remained a few hours of daylight and the borders of Imladris were still more than a days walk. Besides, he may yet find the perfect opportunity to seek revenge upon Elladan while they rested. Without further comment, Aragorn lay down on his side again and closed his eyes.

 

When he was sure Elladan slept, Aragorn the ranger sat up slowly, careful not to wake the Elf sleeping next to him. He’d have to be very, very quiet. Silently, he looked around and almost yelped out loud when he spotted Elrohir perched on a nearby tree. He was watching him with raised eyebrows.

 

Aragorn put his finger to his lips then crept towards Elladan’s pile of clothing. Gathering the garments in his arms, he glanced at Elrohir again. He wasn’t sure his brother would go along with his prank.

 

He smiled in relief when he saw Elrohir covering his mouth with his hand, trying desperately to keep from laughing out loud. Yes, he’d go along with it all right.

 

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Something had woken him, what was it? Ah, there it was again, a voice, an angry voice.

 

“Estel!”

 

Aragorn rolled over and looked at a very angry Elladan. “What is wrong?”

 

Elladan pointed his finger at his younger brother. “You know very well what is wrong Estel! Where are they?”

 

He sat up and raised his eyebrows at the Elf trying hard to keep a straight face. “I do not know of what you speak Elladan? Is something missing?”

 

Their voices drew Elrohir’s attention and he swung down from his perch, landing lightly on the ground. “What is it? What has happened?”

 

Elladan threw his twin a quick glance then continued to glare at Aragorn . He pointed towards the young human. “Ask him brother. Though he denies it, I am sure he was the one who did it!”

 

Elrohir frowned with feigned innocence. “Did what? What are you talking about brother?”

 

The exasperated Elf threw his hands up in frustration. “Estel has hidden my clothes and I know not where!”

 

Elrohir glanced at Aragorn, the human looked as if he was trying not to laugh and his eyes sparkled with mischief. Elrohir’s expression did not change as a look of conspiracy passed between them. With a wry grin, he turned back to his twin. “I think Estel has taken his revenge upon you for laughing at him yesterday.”

 

Aragorn grinned wickedly at the Elf whose eyes only narrowed more. It was a good thing he’d donned his clothing before his brother woke. As angry as Elladan was now, he probably wanted nothing more than to feed his clothes to the troll, with him still in them!

 

He chuckled softly at that mental image. “You see brother, I told you I would…” Aragorn never finished his sentence though, for Elladan hand shot out and wrapped itself around his wrist. Quicker than he thought possible, he wrenched his arm out of the Elf’s grasp and scrambled to his feet barely avoiding Elladan’s leg as he tried to sweep his legs out from under him.

 

Aragorn let out a loud breath of air. ‘Valar! That was close!’ 

 

He sure wasn’t going to wait around to see what his brother would do if he caught him. Swiveling around, he took off at a dead run.

 

Elladan sprinted after him, intent on reaching his human brother. “You cannot run fast enough Estel! I will catch you!”

 

The ranger did not waste his breath on words. Instead, he forced his legs to pump harder. Up ahead he could see a small rise, thick with tall grasses, perhaps he could find some place to hide amongst it. Changing his directions slightly, he headed straight for it, casting a quick glance behind him. Elladan was closing in on him, fast. He might not reach it after all. 

 

With a sudden burst of determination, Aragorn forced his legs to move faster. But when he reached the hillside, he realized there were no hiding places. Although the grass looked thick from afar, it only grew in tight, compact clumps spread out amongst the hillside. He could not hide in them and hiding behind them would not work either, the Elf giving chase would find him in an instant.

 

Aragorn shot another frantic look behind him as he continued to run. Elladan was closer than he’d been before and if he didn’t find somewhere to hide soon, the Elf would catch him. The last time that happened, his favorite boots and sword had gone missing for three months.

 

He was panting and his legs were beginning to burn by the time he reached the top, but he dare not stop. In fact, he didn’t slow his pace at all, even when the ground beneath his feet began to slope sharply downwards.

 

There was very little brush on this side, but far below he could see a wide thicket of prickle berry bush lining the bottom of the hill. His eyes widened in alarm, he did not want to run into those things or he would be picking the painful barbs out of his skin for weeks.

 

Aragorn tried to slow down, but his speed and the downward slope of the hill made it nearly impossible to stop without tumbling end over end, right into the prickle berry bushes. Elladan now completely forgotten, he dug his heels into the hard ground hoping that would help, but he skidded several feet and almost lost his balance.

 

The prickle berry was getting closer and Aragorn was getting more and more desperate. Unable to think of another alternative, he threw his weight backwards as hard as he could, landing on his backside with a hard thump. He slid downwards several more feet then finally came to a stop, the bushes mere inches from his face.

 

Aragorn let out a sigh then wiped the perspiration from his brow. ‘Now *that* was really too close.’  The danger over, his thoughts immediately turned to his brother. If Elladan was running anywhere near as fast as he had been, he would surely find himself in the same predicament.

 

Turning quickly, Aragorn’s heart lurched in his chest at the sight he beheld. Elladan was but a few feet behind him and from the look on the Elf‘s face, he could not stop either. Aragorn shouted and leapt to his feet, trying desperately to catch hold of his brother as he flew by.

 

He almost sobbed in relief when he latched on to his brother‘s hand, but his relief was short lived for he could only keep hold for a few seconds before Elladan’ momentum yanked his hand out of the young human’s grasp.

 

The sudden pull on Elladan’s arm turned him around and instead of running face first into the prickle berries, he fell backwards onto the sharp spikes, taking the full brunt of the fall on his backside. To make matters worse, Elladan was still clad only in his undergarments and the sharp barbs penetrated his unprotected flesh easily.

 

Both brothers were too shocked to say much of anything for several moments. Then the pain began to set in and Elladan groaned softly. He tried to push himself up but only succeeded in getting more of the stinging barbs in his hands.  He looked up, helpless. “Estel...” His voice faltered for a moment before he was able to continue, “Estel, get me out of here.”

 

Elladan’s plea broke the spell that seemed to have come over him and Aragorn shook his head as one coming out of a dream. He assessed the situation quickly. Elladan’s momentum had carried him a few feet inside the thicket of prickle berries, too far from the edge to reach easily and too far for Aragorn to pull him out without becoming entangled in the sharp spikes himself.

 

“How Elladan, how do I reach you?” Frustration began to set in. “I see no way around these cursed bushes!”  Aragorn looked frantically for a clear path to his brother.

 

“I do not know Estel, just get me out of here!” The pain from the barbs impaling his fair skin was starting to make Elladan’s head pound.

 

“Estel! Elladan!”

 

Aragorn looked over his shoulder and called back. “Elrohir, we are over here! Elladan has fallen into a thicket of prickle berry!”

 

Elrohir spotted his brothers at the bottom of the hill and made his way down as quickly and carefully as he could. He could not help but chuckle at his twin’s predicament despite the seriousness of the moment.

 

Elladan glared at his twin. “I do not see what is so amusing brother! These things hurt!”

 

“I am sorry Elrohir, but you have to admit, Estel’s revenge has grown to unimaginable proportions!” He tried hard to keep the grin off his face, but it found its way to his mouth anyways.

 

Elladan did not see anything funny about his situation at all. Nothing at all. Between clenched teeth, he managed to grate out, “Just get me out of here!” 

 

Elrohir‘s grin faded as he studied his twin more closely. His face had paled considerably and his features were lined with pain. Immediately, he became serious and turned to his adopted brother. “Estel, search for a stick, one we can use to hold the branches out of the way.”  His eyes were already searching the ground.

 

Aragorn walked quickly, making sure to check every branch he found carefully. There were not many trees here and even fewer branches lay scattered the ground. He found a couple that were the right length, but both had broken easily when he tested their strength. Frustration made his brow furrow and guilt gnawed at his conscious as he continued to search.  He never should have hidden Elladan’s clothes, then none of this would have happened.  Why did he have to be so…so…what was the word he was looking… ah, this looks like a good one!

 

Aragorn stooped down and picked up a long, thick branch. Carefully, he tried to bend it but it did not yield. Yes, this one should do nicely. The ranger hurried over to Elrohir and presented the branch to him. “I think this one will work.”

 

Elrohir studied the thick limb. “Yes, I think it will. Come, I fear Elladan may think we have deserted him.” He smiled at the young man and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.

 

Elladan was exactly as they had left him. Only now he looked worse than before, in addition to his pale face, Elrohir noted small beads of perspiration on his twin’s brow  and his eyes were closed tightly. ‘They’d better hurry, Elladan did not look good.’

 

“Here Estel, hold these branches aside with the stick. I will go in and get him.” Elrohir pressed the branch into Aragorn’s hands.

 

Aragorn clutched it tightly and pushed aside a bunch of the sharp, spiny branches, creating enough open space for Elrohir to get closer to Elladan. His arms strained with the weight of the branches pressing against the stick, it seemed as if they were trying to free themselves from the confinement. “Hurry Elrohir, I do not know how long I can hold them aside.”

 

Giving him a quick nod of acknowledgement, the Elf stepped into the path. Several times, his arms brushed the spiny branches and came away with tiny barbs embedded in them, but he ignored the pain and pressed forward until at last, he stood before his twin.

 

Elladan started when Elrohir knelt next to him and touched his shoulder gently. His eyes flew open and he fixed pain filled eyes on his twin.

 

Elrohir frowned as his worry deepened. ‘He must be in a considerable amount of pain if he did not hear my approach.’ “Come El, I will help you up. Can you walk?”

 

Elladan could only nod mutely and allowed his twin to help him to his feet. He bit back a moan when the barbs worked themselves deeper into his skin as he moved.

 

Elrohir was careful not to touch his brother’s hands for they were full of barbs and he did not want to cause Elladan any more pain than necessary.

 

“Hurry Elrohir! Some of the branches are slipping out!” Aragorn was growing frantic as his strength began to wane.  He panted from the exertion and sweat stood out on his brow, but he would not let go. Not yet, not until his brothers were out of there. He called out once more. “Hurry!”

 

“Here El, stand behind me.” Elrohir positioned the other Elf so that his body was snug against his back. Then he reached behind him, grabbed Elladan’s wrists and brought his arms forward, clutching them tightly to his chest.

 

Elrohir moved as fast as he dared, they only had a very narrow space in which to move and his brother was leaning heavily on him, attesting to his injured state.

 

As he neared Aragorn, one of the branches finally freed itself from its confinement and snapped back leaving a line of stinging barbs embedded in Elrohir’s cheek. He hissed in pain but did not turn his head for fear that the branch would strike Elladan next. “Tuck your head into my shoulders El.”

 

Wearily, Elladan did as he was told and rested his forehead between his brother’s shoulder blades. He was unable to see where they were going and he was in too much pain to care.

 

At last, they cleared the last of the branches and Aragorn dropped the stick with a gasp. His arms felt as if they were on fire and he rubbed them furiously, trying to ease his protesting muscles.

 

Elrohir walked a safe distance away from the prickle berry bushes then stopped. He let go of Elladan’s wrists and turned to face his brother. The Elf’s breath came in short, panting gasps as he tried to deal with the increasing pain. The slightest movement hurt and made the stinging nettles throb unbearably.

 

Prickle berries were especially good for cuts, burns and bruises, their spines however, were not. The barbs dug painfully deep into the skin and were extremely difficult to remove. To make matters worse, their needlelike stickers contained an irritant at the tip that was released upon penetration of the skin. The result felt like a bee sting, Elladan had hundreds.

 

For a moment, Elrohir was at a loss for what to do. His first instinct was to have Elladan sit down, but that was impossible due to all the barbs in his skin. His next was to help the injured Elf walk to their camp by the lake, but that too, did not seem like a wise course of action. His brother was in too much pain and he doubted walking the long distance would help any. Finally, he helped Elladan stretch out on his stomach then knelt beside him anxiously.

 

Aragorn crouched beside them and looked at Elladan worriedly. His voice was soft. “There are hundreds of barbs Elrohir, how will we ever get all of them out?”

 

The Elf set his mouth in a determined line. “I could try making that waxy paste you dislike so much. Then we can spread it over his skin and peel it off when it cools. We may be able to get them out thus.”

 

“That might work, I can see no other way unless we pluck them out one by one and that will take too long.” Aragorn looked pointedly at Elladan. “Stay with our brother, I will retrieve our things and fill our water bottles.”

 

Elrohir nodded in agreement then turned his attention back to the Elf lying on the ground.  He leaned over and called to his brother softly. “Elladan? El, can you hear me?”

 

Elladan opened his eyes and looked at his brother tiredly. His head hurt and the pain from the barbs was making his body ache terribly. “What?” His voice sounded raspy, even to his ears.

 

Elrohir touched his brother’s cheek gently. “Just a little bit longer El. Estel has gone for our things, as soon as he returns, we will get those spines out of you.” His frown deepened when his brother merely sighed and closed his eyes once more. No longer able to see Aragorn, Elrohir could only wait and hope his brother would hurry.

 

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‘Why was it, when one was desperate for help, it always seemed to take longer than normal to arrive? Ai! Estel better hurry!’  Elrohir squinted in the bright sunlight, hoping to catch sight of his brother returning. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spotted a dark shape coming over the top of the hill. ‘Is that…yes, thank the Valar!’ The solitary form of his adopted brother hastened into view. Bending low, he spoke softly to his twin. “Here comes our brother El, it will not be too much longer.”

 

His worry went up another notch when Elladan only nodded his head and groaned.

 

Aragorn placed his burden nearby then knelt beside Elrohir, trying to catch his breath. He’d run the entire distance to the lake and back without stopping.  “How does he fare?” He nodded towards his injured brother.

 

“I do not know Estel, he has not spoken since you left.”

 

The ranger pressed his lips together and said nothing. Instead he turned and began hunting for bits of wood to make a fire.

 

Once the fire was established, Aragorn quickly made a tea to help ease his brother’s pain while Elrohir worked on making the paste. He helped Elladan drink the warm liquid then eased him back down on his stomach.

 

“Is it ready yet?” He glanced anxiously at the waxy paste in the small cook pot. 

 

Elrohir stirred the mixture a few more times before answering. “Yes, I think it has cooled enough.”  He scooped up some with the wooden spoon and spread the warm waxy paste over Elladan’s back. A deep sigh from Elladan stilled his motion and he leaned forward worriedly.

 

“What is it El, is it too hot?”

 

The Elf’s eyelids fluttered open and he murmured softly. “No, it feels…good.”

 

The corners of Elrohir’s mouth twitched upwards in relief. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he and Aragorn worked in mutual silence, spreading the mixture over their brother’s back, legs and even his hands. Once they were sure they had coated every part of Elladan’s body that had spines, Elrohir set the bowl aside and sat back on his heels.  “Now we must wait for the mixture to cool so that we may peel it off.”

 

Aragorn grimaced. “The smell has not improved any , it still smells as horrible as I remember!”

 

“Ah, but it is effective Estel, you more than anyone should know that.” Elrohir laughed softly.

 

The young human scowled at the Elf. “Don’t remind me!” Trying to divert attention from *that* embarrassing incident, Aragorn touched Elladan’s back, testing thick paste. “I think it is ready.”

 

Together, they slowly peeled the waxy paste from Elladan’s skin. The hardened mixture was still pliable but it clung to even the smallest barbs, easily pulling them free. 

 

Elladan hissed and pressed his cheek against the cool ground. Though the tea dulled much of the pain, it could not keep him from feeling the painful tugs of so many spines being pulled from his flesh at once.

 

When they were through, Aragorn carefully ran his palms over Elladan skin until he was satisfied no spines remained. Turning to the side, he rummaged through his pack and pulled out a small tin then scooped out a generous portion of the sweet smelling ointment. As gently as he could, he massaged it into the Elf’s reddened skin.

 

“Mmmmmm…”

 

Aragorn’s hands ceased their movements and Elrohir looked up from removing the spines from his own arms. Both wore a look of alarm.

 

Another groan broke the silence and Elrohir leaned closer to his twin. “El?”

 

“It is good to feel something other than those horrible spines.” Elladan looked at his twin tiredly. Although his skin still tingled, the burning needlelike pain was gone and the ointment his younger brother was applying felt soothing and cool to his flesh. “I no longer feel as if I ran headlong into a hornets nest.” Elladan laughed softly at his own joke.

 

Elrohir smiled then pressed his twin back down as he tried to turn over. “No El, just lie still for awhile, let Estel finish. Rest, you will feel better if you get some sleep.”

 

Elladan started to protest but before he could say anything, Aragorn leaned over him and spoke softly in his ear. “Don’t even think about arguing brother. It’s two against one, who do you think will win?”

 

A chuckle escaped the injured twin. “Very well, I will rest, but only for a while.” Now that the spines had been removed, most of the pain was gone and his adrenalin had tapered off leaving him feeling drained. And if he were honest with himself, he really would not mind a few hours of sleep.

 

“Good.” Aragorn leaned back, satisfied.

 

Elrohir went back to his painful task while Aragorn watched the other twin carefully to make sure he would truly sleep. Not surprisingly, it did not take long for Elladan’s eyes to glaze over. Aragorn draped his cloak over his brother still form then sat back and continued to study the sleeping Elf.

 

The young human was thankful beyond words that Elladan would be fine. He had faced a moment of sheer panic when he glimpsed him in the tangled mass of prickle berry. His heart had leapt to his throat and for a moment, he felt as if he could not breathe. He shook  his head at the memory, hopefully, he would never have to go through *that* again. Anytime either one of his adopted brothers took hurt, a pang of cold fear shot down his spine and shaved ten years off his mortal life.

 

“I am sorry Elrohir, I did not mean for this to happen.”

 

Aragorn’s soft, remorseful voice pulled Elrohir’s attention away from his task. He frowned as he focused on his human brother. “Do not blame yourself for this Estel. It was not your fault, it was not anyone’s fault.”

 

“I cannot help but feel that it was Elrohir. If I had not hidden his clothes, none of this would have happened.” Aragron eyed Elladan’s pile of clothing with distaste.

 

The Elf squeezed the young human’s arm comfortingly. “Nay Estel, it was not. You could not have known this would happen. I would not hold you accountable for this and neither will our brother.”

 

Aragorn nodded slowly. He knew Elrohir was right, deep down he knew Elladan would not place any blame upon his shoulders. How many times had *he* gotten hurt from some poorly thought out prank or an ill timed shove? It had happened to all three of them at one time or another . There was no way to predict or avoid the mishaps.

 

A little bit of the sparkle returned to his eyes and he grinned ruefully at his elder brother. “I guess I should be very careful around Elladan for awhile though. He will be sure to think of some way to get even for this, even if it was unintentional.”

 

Elrohir laughed. “You may be right Estel, he will not soon forget this.”

 

The ranger sat back and ran his hand over his face. Tiredness pulled at his limbs and his back ached from leaning over Elrohir for so long.

 

“Why don’t you get some rest Estel?” The older Elf looked at him worriedly. “I will keep watch.”

 

“No, I’m fine.”

 

“You are not Estel. You are tired and I think guilt has argued with your conscience far too long. You need to rest.” The Elf shook his head and muttered half under his breath. “I swear, you  are just as stubborn as Legolas.”

 

Aragorn gave his brother an exaggerated scowl but Elrohir shook his head before he could reply. “Never mind. Come, I will not take no for an answer.” He spread his cloak out next to Elladan and gently pressed the young human down. “Sleep.”

 

Aragorn turned over on his side and curled his arm beneath his head as he studied his brother’s expression. Though Elrohir tried to hide it, he could see pain etched in the Elf’s furrowed brow and clenched jaw.

 

“Do they hurt much?”

 

Elrohir looked up in confusion.

 

The ranger gestured towards the Elf’s arms. Elrohir had resumed the task of removing the spines from his arms.

 

Elrohir shrugged noncommittally. “Only a little.” Already, he could see where Aragorn was headed with this line of questioning. “It if of no matter Estel, I have faced things far worse than a few prickle berries. They are easily removed.”

 

A worried frown pulled the corners of Aragorn’s mouth down, making Elrohir sigh in frustration. “Estel, I will not have you lay blame on your shoulders nor worry about things that cannot be changed. As a ranger, even one as young as you, you should know better. One cannot go through life without experiencing a few mishaps along the way.”

 

The Elf scooted closer to Aragorn and rested his palm against Aragorn’s cheek. “It was not your fault my brother and neither Elladan nor I would have you sully your conscience with guilt for this.” He continued with a wry grin. “You know, it could have just as easily been you who landed in the prickle berry bushes. Then El and I would have really had a hard time removing the spines, for your hide is as thick as your head!” He poked Aragorn gently in his side making his younger brother laugh softly.

 

“I know you are right Elrohir, I know it in my heart. Yet, it  always seems that some ill befalls those I love, those that are close to me. Sometimes I wonder if I have given offense to Illuvitar and in return he has cast a curse upon me.” Aragorn sighed sadly.

 

“Nay, he did not Estel.” Elrohir’s voice was firm. “Though you have been through much in your life, his blessing is what brought you into our lives. Everyday, I thank him for that, for bringing you to us when he did. You have brought much happiness into our family, joy that I have not felt since before our mother passed into the west. Your destiny has been laid out before you Estel, and someday when you are ready, you will understand Illuvitar’s design. Do not ever think that you are cursed for it is not true. The events in your life shape you into who you will someday become, remember that.”

 

Aragorn smiled gently. “So like an Elf, to have such insight on life.”

 

His brother swatted his head and retorted lightly. “Living with you gives me cause for thus Estel, often have you driven me to exasperation and you do not behave as a human should!”

 

Giving a retort of his own, Aragorn quipped back. “What do you expect? Living with *you* has taught me well how to drive one to distraction!” He laughed heartily at Elrohir’s obvious scowl.

 

Elrohir knew if he responded to the jibe, his younger brother would never sleep so he ignored it instead and covered Aragorn’s mouth with his hand. “Enough! You will get some rest or I will make one of Ada’s teas you are so fond of.” He looked at Aragorn knowingly.

 

Horrified, Aragorn pushed Elrohir’s hands away and gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

 

“Would you care to find out?”

 

Reluctantly, the ranger shook his head and settled back down. He watched Elrohir continue to remove the spines from his arms until his lids began to droop then closed altogether.

 

Soft voices pulled him from his dreams a short time later. Groggily, Aragorn blinked his eyes several times and sat up. Elladan was no longer laying next to him and he felt a moment of panic until he heard the voices again. His brothers were conversing next to him, both turned at his movement.

 

“How do you feel Estel?”

 

Aragorn grimaced. “I should be asking that of you Elladan, for you were the one to take hurt, not I.”

 

“I am well brother, thanks to you and Elrohir. Besides, Elves heal quickly as you well know, there is little cause for concern.”

 

Despite Elrohir’s assurances, a small measure of responsibility for his brother’s unnecessary injury and pain still lingered in his mind. He looked down, unable to meet his brother’s eyes. “I am sorry Elladan, I never meant for you to get hurt.”

 

Gentle fingers pulled on his chin, forcing his head up. “Elrohir has told me of the guilt you carry for this Estel and I must agree with what he said. It was not your fault and I do not blame you! You are my brother and neither of us would willingly cause the other harm.” 

 

Aragorn saw the sincerity in his brothers eyes. Elladan was right, for that matter Elrohir was too. He was being foolish and he knew it. Pursing his lips together he nodded slowly and then smiled.

 

An image of Elladan vaulting down the hill at breakneck speed flashed in his mind, and Aragorn chuckled at the memory. Before long, he found himself laughing and it did not take long for Elladan and Elrohir to join in. Wiping tears from his eyes, Aragorn managed to choke out, “You should have seen yourself Elladan, running full speed into that thicket, and in your undergarments no less! All that was missing was the war cry as you ran down the hill!.”

 

Elladan cuffed the ranger’s head still laughing heartily. “Yes, well, you were no better Estel! You should have seen the look on your face when I did! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so surprised!”

 

“Horrified was probably more like it.” Elrohir tried to catch his breath. “I wish I could have seen it! Why does all the exciting stuff happen when I’m not around?”

 

“Next time, I’ll be sure to drag you along brother. I would have welcomed your company in the prickle berry, you could have served as my cushion!” Elladan’s laughter was finally beginning to die down and he too, swiped at his eyes.

 

When they finally regained their composure, Aragorn began gathering their belongings. He refused to camp anywhere near these cursed bushes! With his luck, he would roll right over them in his sleep. “Let us make haste brothers, the sun is almost set and I would prefer to camp this night by the lake rather than these vile bushes!”

 

“I would agree with you Estel. The water makes a more pleasant camping spot than this!” Elladan glared at said bushes then assisted his brother, his movements a little stiffer than normal.

 

The trio found their way back to the lake just as the sun hid itself behind the green mountains. Elladan fairly flung himself to the ground in weary relief, clearly frustrated that so short a walk would tire him so quickly. Giving a mental headshake, he tried to throw off the dark mood threatening to take hold of him and think positive. Tonight’s rest would do much to replenish his strength and by tomorrow, he should be back to normal. He stretched out his legs and sighed softly trying to ignore the soreness in his backside before he noticed Aragorn watching him closely.

 

The young ranger shook his head at Elladan’s impish grin and returned it with one of his own. After setting their packs on the grass he pointed a finger at his brother. “After you have eaten, you should get some rest. We are still more than a day’s walk from home and I have no wish to carry you.”

 

Elladan opened his mouth to retort but Elrohir interrupted him. “Do not argue El, as Estel said earlier, it is two against one. You have no chance of winning.”

 

“I hate it when you two gang up on me, tis not fair!”

 

Aragorn snorted. “Ha!  Now you know how I feel brother, you and Elrohir have ganged up on me often enough!” Still grinning, he pulled several travel rations from their packs and handed one to his brother. “Eat while I get a fire started.”

 

“Why do we need a fire Estel?” Elladan was almost afraid to ask and groaned at his brother’s reply.

 

Aragorn shrugged. “You need something to ease the soreness of your muscles. Prickle berries sting long after their spines have been removed, I’m sure you already knew that.” He looked at the Elf meaningfully and the scathing daggers Elladan shot at him with his eyes phased him not at all.

 

It did not take long to get a small fire going and he soon handed his older brother a steaming cup of tea.

 

Elladan sniffed it suspiciously and narrowed his eyes at Aragorn. “You didn’t slip anything in here that will put me to sleep did you?”

 

His human brother shook his head solemnly. “I did not.”

 

Still suspicious, the Elf sipped it carefully. “Yes, you did! I can taste it!”

 

“He did not Elladan, *I* did.” Elrohir knelt next to his brother. “The soreness will grow worse before it gets better and you will need something to aid your sleep. Come, don’t act like an Elfling El, just drink it.”

 

Stubbornly, Elladan refused and set the cup aside. “I do not need it.”

 

Snatching the cup from the ground, Elrohir thrust it into his brother’s hands. “Yes you do! Drink it or Estel and I will tell Ada what happened!”

 

“You cannot! If you do, I will tell him of your narrow escape from that troll!” He grinned triumphantly when Elrohir’s jaw dropped and Aragorn’s eyes widened with fear. Elladan continued, looking at Aragorn with a smug expression. “And do not forget Estel, you also fell from that tree and nearly landed in the troll’s lap!”

 

Aragorn hung his head and Elrohir sighed, defeated. “Very well brother, we shall not make you drink it, but I wish you would. We are only concerned for your well being.”

 

Seeing the genuine worry in his brother’s eyes, Elladan relented. Reluctantly, he snatched the cup from his twin. “Oh give me that! I swear! You two are worse than a mother hen!” He gulped the foul tasting liquid down as quickly as he could and handed the cup back to Elrohir. “There, does that suit you? Now, not only could an oliphant traipse through our camp tonight, but a whole pack of screeching orcs could dance ‘round my head as well and I would not hear them! And I shall not be able to take a turn at keeping watch this night either!”

 

Aragorn knew his brother was upset, well, frustrated was more like it. And unfortunately, he knew exactly how he felt. Not only did he loathe being treated as an invalid, he hated being injured even more. And for an Elf, that feeling had to be much worse. He tried soothing Elrohir.

 

“We shall manage just fine brother, it is not the first time that only two of us are able to keep watch. Elrohir has been where you are now and I too, have been injured more times than I care to remember.”

 

Elladan flinched in shame at Aragorn’s words and he was immediately contrite. “Forgive me brothers, my words were sharp and I did not mean to hurt either one of you. I know you are only trying to help.”

 

Elrohir squeezed his twin’s shoulder. “It’s all right El, there is nothing to forgive.” He spread out Elladan’s bedroll and motioned the Elf over. “Come, take some rest, you will feel better in the morning.”

 

Scooting over slowly, Elladan lay down next to his twin. Already,  the herbs were making his movements sluggish and his mind felt thick and fuzzy. He sank down with a sigh and clasped his hands over his chest too tired to really feel his back protest against the pressure placed on it. Solemnly, he looked up at his twin. “I am glad the trolls did not hurt you or Estel.”

 

Elrohir rested his hand over his brother’s and smiled. “I am too. Fortune smiled upon all of us.”

 

Elladan blinked furiously but it was getting harder to fight the beckoning darkness and the gentle pull of the strong herbs. Sullenly, he mumbled before giving in. “Seems fortune forgot to move that prickle berry from my path.” 

 

Elladan’s words made his twin laugh softly and he whispered to his sleeping twin. ‘No, it would seem fortune put those bushes there just for you El.’ He tucked the edges of the blanket around his brother even though he really did not need it for the night was warm.

 

“Ah, the herbs finally kicked in.”

 

Elrohir glanced over his shoulder at Aragorn. “Yes, they have. You must admit Estel, had you or I been in his place, we would not have wanted to drink that tea either. Nor would we want anyone to see our weariness for I think we all carry a streak of Ada’s stubbornness and pride.”

 

Aragorn jabbed Elrohir’s shoulder gently. “Speak for yourself! I’ll have you know that I am not stubborn, not in the least!”

 

His eyes widened and Elrohir found his mouth hanging open at the young ranger’s words. He shook himself out of his stupor. “Not stubborn?! What do you mean you are not stubborn?”

 

“I am not!”

 

“Yes you are!”

 

“No I’m not!”

 

“Estel, you are the most stubborn human I have ever met!”

 

“I am not stubborn, I am merely strongly opinionated.” Aragorn stated this fact calmly and with as much of a straight face as he could manage.

 

For the second time in as few minutes, Elrohir found his mouth hanging open, unable to think of an  appropriate response. He finally snorted in disgust and shook his head unbelievably, muttering under his breath.

 

“I heard that Elrohir, despite my mortal ears!”

 

The Elf turned and grinned at him mischeveously. “Then if you heard me Estel, I suggest you get some rest before you find out if I was serious or not!”

Seeing the protest already forming on the human’s lips, Elrohir shook his head stubbornly. “I will keep watch Estel, worry not, I will wake you for a turn.”

 

Despite the gentle scolding, he felt as if he’d more than made his point.  Aragorn could not keep the victorious smile from his face as he spread his bedroll out next to Elladan. With a last look at his Elladan, Aragorn closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off.

 

The morning dawned quietly and surprisingly, neither of his brother’s had yet to stir. Aragorn dropped lightly from the lower branches of a stunted tree and made his way over to them.  The night had been quiet and his watch uneventful, so much so that he’d spent most of it enjoying the toads singing in chorus. 

 

With eyes full of mirth, the young ranger dipped his hand in the clear water and held it over Elrohir, allowing a few drops to land upon the fair face.

 

Elrohir’s nose twitched at the coldness and he tried to swat the annoyance away with his hand. Aragorn laughed silently as he did it again but this time, the Elf shot straight up and grabbed his bow, struggling to blink the sleep from his eyes.

 

“Peace brother, all is well.” Aragorn hastened to reassure him though he could not help the laughter that bubbled from his lips.

 

The Elf took in Aragorn’s still dripping hand and the mischievous twinkle in the young man’s eyes and sighed disgustedly. 

 

“You are lucky I did not have my knives at hand Estel, you might have found yourself skewered in half!”

 

“Nay! I have all my wits about me while you do not!”

 

Elrohir scowled at Aragorn then turned to his twin to make sure he still slept. He turned back with a grimace. “If we make haste, we should reach home by tomorrow morning. Ada will start to worry otherwise.” The Elf did not relish the thought of explaining all their cuts and bruises to his father and they would surely receive a lecture for their foolishness in taking Estel to the Trollshaws.

 

Sensing the Elf’s train of thought, Aragorn grimaced as well. “I too am not looking forward to that lecture brother, but I fear there is no way to avoid it. Ada is  too observant, we would never be able to keep this hidden.” Oh yes, his father would be very uspet, of that he was sure. He would probably end up cleaning the stables for a month for this little escapade and Valar only knew what kind of punishment his brothers would get.

 

Instead of dwelling on that troublesome thought, Aragorn smiled at the Elf and shrugged. “Well, there is no sense in worrying about what cannot be changed, right?”

 

Elrohir looked at him, surprise etched on his face. “It’s about time you finally started listening to me Estel.” He laughed at Aragorn’s sheepish grin then got to his feet. “Let us have a bite to eat, then we should be on our way.”

 

Aragorn woke Elladan while Elrohir prepared breakfast. He shook his brother’s shoulder gently and held back a frown when the Elf groaned softly.

 

Opening his eyes slowly, Elladan focused on the face above him. He rubbed his eyes and grumbled good naturedly. “See, did I not tell you I did not want that vile tea? I like not the feeling of sluggishness it leaves in the morning!

 

“It’s not that bad Elladan, it will soon pass as you well know.”

 

Elladan rolled his eyes as he sat up.

 

“How do you feel brother?”

 

He looked across the small fire to his twin. “ As if I’ve slept for a year and Estel made me eat my pillow.”

 

Elrohir laughed at the picture that flashed in his mind then rephrased his question. “I mean, how does your body feel? Do you still have pain from the spines?”

 

Elladan dropped his hands into his lap and sighed. This mothering was really starting to get out of hand.  “No, I am fine.” That was not quite true for he was a little sore and that tea really did make him feel sluggish in the morning. He would never admit that to his brothers though. They’d probably carry him the rest of the way home!

 

Elrohir narrowed his eyes and studies his twin carefully. Satisfied for the moment, he nodded then resumed his task while Aragorn offered Elladan his arm. The Elf gently brushed it aside and stood on his own ignoring the slight stiffness in his limbs and the disbelieving look Aragorn shot at him.

 

Breakfast was a quick affair and as soon as they finished, they packed their belongings and erased all traces of their passing. So thorough were they, one would never know anyone had camped beside the lake.

 

Aragorn looked back at the still water one last time before they departed. “It is truly beautiful.” He turned to the Elves. “We shall have to visit again, and soon.”

 

“I think not Estel! Traveling with you is too dangerous.” Elrohir laughed lightly and even Elladan smiled at the comment. It was true. Trouble seemed to have a way of finding the young human.

 

His mood lighter now that the soreness wore off and his mind was once again clear, Elladan turned to Estel in surprise. “I forgot to ask you  Estel, did seeing the trolls up close help dispel the dreams?”

 

Aragorn looked down, unwilling to meet his brother’s eyes. “Yes, despite our close call, I have not dreamed of them once. But…” he trailed off and did not finish.

 

Both Elves frowned and Elladan looked at him closely. “What is it Estel? What’s wrong.”

 

“I don’t dream of trolls anymore, but now I…” Aragorn’s voice faltered for the second time.

 

Elladan’s exasperation grew. “For Valar’s sake Estel, what is it? Surely it cannot be that bad.”

 

The young human looked up at his brothers in misery. “Last night I dreamed of Prickle Berries.” He looked at them dejectedly.

 

For what seemed like an eternity, Elladan and Elrohir could only stare at their foster brother in surprise. Finally, Elrohir snapped his mouth shut and shook his head, trying desperately to keep from laughing. When Elladan looked at him, laughter dancing in his eyes, he could contain it no longer. It bubbled forth and soon, all three were all laughing helplessly.

 

“I don’t know Estel,” Elladan had a teasing grin on his face. “how will you ever explain why you dream of those horrid bushes to Ada?”

 

Aragorn’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. ‘Ai! How would he? He had not thought of that!’

 

The twins laughed even harder at Aragorn’s dismay but it did not bother the young ranger. Instead he found his brother’s laughter comforting, it was good to be with them, with his family. Shrugging his shoulders, he tossed out a sarcastic reply. “I don’t know El, but I could always blame it on the two of you!”

 

Laughing in turn at his brother’s dismayed expressions, Aragorn shouldered his pack and called back to them. “Come on you sluggards, let’s go home.”

 

The End

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