5Part: 1/1
Author: Helen
Rating: PG - Mention of Death,
Summary: While crossing to Valinor, Elrond remembers the arrival of his
foster son in Rivendell nearly 90 years previously. Elrond's POV
Disclaimer: The characters are the creation of JRR Tolkein and the
Tolkein Estate with selective rights owned by Tolkien Enterprises. I also
follow Cassia and Sio, in that when it says Aragorn was brought up in the
house of Elrond it means as Elrond's son
A/N: This little thing is rubbish - coz I say so. Urm oh yes the title is scots english for Long Ago (Auld Lang Syne - Old Long Ago literally)
On with the fic...
The see breeze blew across the bow of the ship. None of my family were there. Celebrian had already sailed. Arwen was mortal - and the queen of the reunited kingdom. As for the twins, they had yet to make the choice and could follow. I hoped they would. A wave crashed against the side of the ship. I slowly made my way down to my cabin, remembering the arrival of the baby who had married my daughter.
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It was Autumn, the leaves where changing colours. Reds and Golds. My twin sons were due back any day. I hoped it would be that day. I was lonely.
It was then that I saw them, the twins were coming home. Alone. They were crossing the courtyard and Elrohir was holding a tiny bundle wrapped in blankets, and he was looking really sad. His twin had an identical expression on his face. Something must have happended to my great great - well however many times great - nephew Arathorn and Gilraen. I could not see them with my sons - and they were fetching them both for a visit. It was weird looking at just two of them and I never realised when Elrohir walked over and was standing next to me. Looking into the bundle I could see a small baby, I thought to myself "this must be baby Aragorn." He must have only been around thirty months old.
"Ada" Elrohir spoke to me, still holding the bundle. He passed Aragorn over to me. Looking into his eyes I could sense a part of my brother in him. He also had a look that Elros had when he was younger too. Elros, I sighed, I really did miss him. He had died over 6000 years ago. Before I had married. Never knowing his sister-in-law and niece and nephews.
Arwen was in Lorien, her grandmother had sensed that Imladris was not the place for her to be for the next Twenty years or so. And she was perfectly OK in Lórien, she was happy there. I knew that. It didn't stop me from missing her here though.
A voice cut through my mind "This is Aragorn ada, he is the Cheiftan now. Arathorn and Gilraen were killed by Orcs - Arathorn was shot through the eye and Gilraen was protecting Aragorn. We killed all the orcs that were part of that group. Halbarad is in charge of the Dunedain until Aragorn is ready to go back and fill his role as cheiftan."
I was startled, Arathorn and Gilrean dead; and a toddler managing to make the journey without anyone who knew him. Promptly demanding food on arrival too. Ah it would be good to be a father again.
Yet it was that day that the lightness that had been missing in the halls for so long had appeared. A bundle of joy. A Joy that lighted our house. That was a day in which, despite happening in tragic circumstances was one of the best that could have happened to our family.
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Elrond sighed as he remembered the happy times he had had with his foster son. A fine young gentleman now, and he was happy. He would miss his son, for that is how he thought of him more than anything else, more son than the distant nephew he was. It would remain that way. He was more like Elros than any before him. In a way it was his brother returned from death.