All for the Ones I Love

A/N: Ello all you happy LOTR Fan People, here’s your next chapter. I would put more here, but I can’t think of anything else.

Chapter 11: Mother Revolts

It was early the next morning. The sun had just risen into the morning sky, flowers opened their petals to bask in its warmth and light, birds were singing, bees were humming. All the world was awake and teeming with light and life. However not all were in such a state Elrond sat in his study sipping on a cup of tea with a look of contentment on his face. He felt relief for in his mind he had successfully got rid of the only thing that could possibly destroy his family. He was proud of himself. However, there was a slight gnawing of guilt that had been growing with each thought.

It began early in the morning he had heard rumors of his sons, mainly Elladan, being cruel to the human threatening him. That thought made him a little uneasy and he couldn’t help but feel a little regretful about that. Then the memories of yesterday began to haunt him. He kept seeing Aragorn sitting in the very chair currently in front of him, the look on his face was one of confusion, disbelief and later fear. He kept seeing the tears filling his son’s eyes. When Aragorn ran out the door he no longer saw him as a man, but a little child named Estel.

Elrond shook his head pushing back the thoughts of regret and guilt. He would not think like that Aragorn would have killed his daughter eventually it had to be done. That was what he kept telling himself.

“Elrond!”

The elf lord in question nearly dropped a cup of hot vanilla tea in his lap at the startling yell. Looking up he saw the cause of his near painful scalding storming down the hall heading to the open doors of his study. He had to admit living with elves had not only affected Estel, but it seemed his mother had also learned a few things about stealth, since she lived here.

Gilraen barged into the study and slammed the doors shut behind her, everything in the vast room shook. A dark cloud of fury hung about her as she turned to look at Elrond, who had never seen her in such a state that frightened him some. “Where is he!” it was demand, not a question.

“Where is who my Lady?” asked Elrond dabbing a handkerchief at a few drops of tea that had dribbled onto his robes when the enraged women startled him.

“My son!” Gilraen slammed both hands palm down onto the redwood desk, causing the various trinkets and papers to tremble slightly. “Where is my son?!”

“He has left.” said Elrond uncaringly.

“Left?!” Gilraen’s fury rose several notches. “Left for where? When? Your sons are here where is mine?” she was now rambling questions in a worried tone only a mother could have.

Elrond rubbed above his eyes where a headache was beginning to form from the woman’s anger and shouting. He didn’t think she would react this way. Come to think of it if he had been in similar situation he would probably be doing the same. But that was no reason to yell after all it was only Aragorn. “Please Gilraen calm down. I know not where your son ran off to. I only know he left last night after we spoke.”

Gilraen’s eyes grew in size, “With no weapons? No food? He comes home for a brief moment only to leave not even an hour later?” a thought occurred to her and in a whispered fearful voice she asked, “What did you say to him?”

“That he his no longer welcome here and never will be and that you were waiting for him in Rohan” Elrond stood showing the conversation had ended. He didn’t care what happened to the young man and right now he was soon getting that way with his mother. What went on after this point the elf lord didn’t care. He just wanted it to end and Gilraen to leave.

Gilraen however would not be put off so easily. She clenched her fists at her side. How dare him. Who did he think he was? To say such things to her son, the future king of Gondor. She had agreed to take Aragorn away from here in hopes that maybe he would find some other girl and forget all about Arwen. Perhaps he would fall for the King of Rohan’s niece. Her fury mounted tenfold as the thoughts of what Elrond said to her child resurfaced in her current frame of mind.

Gilraen pulled her hand back and across the elf lord’s face. “How dare you say those things? He is a mere child compared to you. He looked up to you and placed you and your sons in the highest respect and authority. Is this how you repay that loyalty? He loved you like a father and the twins were as brothers.” Gilraen was outraged by this. She didn’t care that Elrond was a mighty elf lord who had lived through all ages, and who age was older then her great grandfather. She didn’t care he had fought in the last alliance, that he had given her and her son a home when they had no where else to go. In her eyes right now he was nothing more then another being who had rejected and hurt her baby boy. She turned to leave tears started to flow steadily down her face.

Elrond raised a hand to feel at the stinging sensation on the left side of his face. He figures came back red with blood from the rings on Gilraens hand that she had struck him with. He was shocked never before had anyone ever struck him in such a manner. Perhaps he had been wrong about this whole thing. ‘This isn’t right.’ said a little voice in the back of his mind as well as demanded him to make it right. “Gilraen…” he said softly.

She cut him off, “Elrond, before you say anything I have a request to make.” she turned to look at him her face tear stained and red rimmed eyes bore into his, “Talk to Elladan and Elrohir I suspect a confrontation broke out between them and Aragorn but they wont say anything to anyone. You’re their father make them tell you. I will be traveling to Rohan and waiting for him there like you told him I would.” With that said she left to ready for her travels. Tears of anger and despair flowed from her eyes as she broke into a run in hopes of avoiding the looks she would get from the other elves in passing. So caught up in her need to get away she didn’t see Glorfindel coming around the corner she was currently rounding.

They collided. Glorfindel stumbled back a few steps, but did not fall. He grabbed Gilraen by the wrist to steady her and keep her from falling on her backside in a most unladylike manner.

Once steadied back on her feet she pushed past the Gondolin elf. Glorfindel watched as she retreated down the hall. He could tell something was wrong, but it would have to wait for another time. Right now he needed to speak with Elrond.

Elrond heard a knock at his study door.

“Enter.” he said to whoever was beyond it. He looked up to see his top military advisor entering his study.

He bent his down pretending to work and hoped to make some of the thought’s and second guessing actions hidden.

Glorfindel gave a slight bow in respect, “My lord I have some news from the front borders.” Elrond stopped moving his quill he had feared this, “It seems a large group of ors riders are headed this way.” Glorfindel swallowed uneased by the silence, “It’s the same one the twins and Estel were following not to long ago and it has been said to be larger then it started out.”

Elrond felt his stomach flip and blood run cold as he swore his heart stop beating for a moment. In that moment in time he could have sworn he died right then and there.

“My Lord?” questioned Glorfindel as he watched his friend pale.

Elrond blinked as the shock of what he was told wore off, “How long until they arrive?”

“Three days at least.” said Glorfindel “A group of rangers riding with Prince Legolas are on their way from the Lorien.”

Elrond nodded. He heard it all but his mind was not completely into it. It was elsewhere with his adopted son, whom he had sent away not even a full day before. What had he done? Knowing Aragorn’s luck as it is he would without a doubt be one of the first to run into these vile beings.

“Elrond, what is wrong mellon nin?”

Elrond face bent down as he tried to uncaringly return to work. He felt his long time friend place his thumb and forefinger under his chin and gently force his head and eyes up.

“What happened mellon nin?” asked Glorfindel concerned as his figures lightly traced alongside the shallow cut on the elf lords face. Oh yes something had indeed happened in his absence, something big.

Elrond remained silent his eyes clearly saying that he did not wish to discuss what had gone on. He wished nothing more then to forget what had happened between him, Aragorn and Gilraen.

“What of Gilraen?” asked Glorfindel guessing that it had something to do with her seeing how he had seen her runaway from here.

Elrond sighed; he wanted to avoid this subject. “She is heading to Rohan today. Choose some of your top warriors and guards you can spare as her escort. It would do Estel little good if anything befalls his mother.” Oops he hadn’t meant to say that.

Fortunately the blonde elf went unaware of this slip of the tongue. Much to Elrond’s relief.

Confused by the sudden change in his friends frame of mind Glorfindel sensed the end of the conversation and left to do the noldor elf’s bidding.

Gilraen left that afternoon with a small troop of warriors as her escort.

A/N: Yep another forced ending. Hope the last part made since I wasn’t sure if it did or not. I’ll come back and fix this one later too. Wow my fix it list has grown a lot since I started this part. Well now I leave you to read and review. I’m going to sit back, relax and watch Independence Day on T.V. Hope they don’t cut it, but they probably will if only to annoy people like me.