Aragorn: 17 years old

"Is it time to get up now?" Aragorn asked groggily.

Lagorion was above him shaking him awake.

"Yes, time to go. Come on! The Trials start in about an hour!" Lagorion said pulling on Aragorn's arm.

"Okay, okay," Aragorn said and yanked his arm away. He sat up in his bed and looked out the window, "The sun hasn't come out yet!" he exclaimed.

"The Trials start early because they take most of the day. Everyone has their own turn you know," Lagorion explained, "You must get dressed and then eat,"

"Fine, fine, I'm getting up," Aragorn said and got out of bed.

He took shaky steps to the other side of the room to gather his day clothes.

"I will be outside when you are ready," Lagorion explained, "Hurry up,"

Aragorn waited for Lagorion to get out of his room and then he got dressed. He fastened his belt around his waist with his knife that he carried everywhere clipped to it. He knew not to use it in the Trials, but it was just for extra protection always. Aragorn left his sword that he had been given the day before on his bed and walked out of his room.

"Your hair looks mighty wild this light," Lagorion said playfully.

"What?" Aragorn asked still tired from the early morning wake up.

Lagorion shook Aragorn's hair around and then ran off shouting,

"Come on,"

Aragorn found his balance and ran after his friend. It woke him up a lot, which had probably been Lagorion's idea. They both ran to the Hall and Lagorion waited for Aragorn to eat something small before leaving to the Trials.

"Where exactly are the Trial's?" Aragorn asked trying to keep up with Lagorion's quick pace.

"In the very center of Rivendell, or course. The Elves who are not in the current Trial will circle around and watch,"

"How much space is allowed for the opponents?"

"The two combatting opponents are given a circle of thirty feet wide,"

Aragorn nodded thinking over in his mind how big of a space that was.

"Guess who is fighting first?" Lagorion stated.

"Who?"

"Me!" Lagorion cheered, "You better cheer me on,"

"Don't worry, of course I will," Aragorn said, "It will be fun watching you,"

Soon they reached the Trials and Aragorn knew it was the Trials before even entering the crowd of Elves. Aragorn and Lagorion politely pushed their way through the huge crowd of circled Elves who were all pushing to get to the front. They both made their way to go stand next to Elrond, the twins, and Arwen.

As soon as Elrond saw Aragorn, he immediately took him into his arms.

"Are you ready, lonneg?" (my son) he said and also shook his hair from side to side playfully. Then he turned to Lagorion and said, "Lagorion, you are up,"

He bowed and nodded as Elrond announced it to the whole Rivendell,

"Welcome, and good morning the whole of Rivendell!" he shouted making everybody silence themselves, "Our first round will consist of Lagorion vs Fisarnith. Please step forward and listen to the rules,"

Lagorion and Fisarnith both stepped into the circle and walked calmly to the center where the Elf referee stood firm. Aragorn knew him by the name of Tahl and the English version of his name meant blade. Lagorion and Fisarnith went face to face about three feet apart and waited for Tahl to give the rules.

"Here are your swords, Elves," Tahl started by handing Lagorion and Fisarnith wooden swords. Then he continued, "The rules are simple: You win by disarming your opponent or if one calls out for surrender. If one calls out for surrender they must yell out, 'Daro!' Otherwise, the game will continue until an Elf wins. Please take your positions Elves and get ready," (stop!)

Aragorn watched Lagorion intensely. He stood tall and his face was full of confidence and courage.

"Go!" Tahl yelled.

Aragorn blinked and the two Elves were already clashing their wooden swords against each other's. Aragorn marveled over how swift Lagorion was in his sweeping motions of the sword. The two swords clashed against each other many times, before Fisarnith took a step back and swung a punch at Lagorion.

He ducked it leaving him vulnerable for a split second. In that exact second, Fisarnith brought up his boot to Lagorion's face. Aragorn knew he would dodge it with a quick side step move he had taught him. Lagdorion did just that, missing Fisarnith's fierce kick.

Lagorion had side stepped to the back of Fisarnith and then did a backflip over the Elf confusing him. He landed on the opposite side of the disoriented Elf and pushed him to the ground hard. The crowd of Elves went crazy an Aragorn only found himself holding his breath.

Go Lag! You can do it, win!

Lagorion cleanly jumped over Fisarnith's sword that was aiming for his legs. He landed on top of the sword springing it away from Fisarnith's now outstretched hand. Lagorion had disarmed his opponent!

He won!

Fisarnith rolled over and moaned over his twisted wrist that Lagorion had caused. Lagorion held out his hand and helped his fellow Elf to his feet. Tahl ran over and lifted Lagorion's arm up in victory as he shouted,

"Lagorion the swift!"

Lagorion wrapped his arm around Fisarnith and told him something Aragorn could not hear. Probably telling him good fight. Fisarnith smiled at Lagorion, but not at his broken wrist. Lagorion looked into the cheering crowd and smiled brightly.

Aragorn found his eyes and jumped happily with joy for his friends defeat over his opponent. Lagorion smiled back and then started heading his way after a doctor took Fisarnith away to be treated. Aragorn ran to Lagorion and hugged him as he said,

"You did amazing! I knew you'd win!"

Lagorion only smiled and hugged Aragorn in return as he looked straight at Elrond and the others. They all looked happy for Lagorion and were clapping, but on the inside, he knew they were worried for Aragorn. And he was too.

A/N: Yay, Lagorion! Does everybody still trust him as being a loyal friend? Just wondering :)

Reminder: Aragorn is 17 years old, but he looks and acts a lot, lot younger because he is part of the Dunedain. If you remember from LOTR, Aragorn was acually 87 years old, but looked and acted about 30. :D