Sorry it took so long to post but I couldn't figure out how to start the
dang thing! I finally got to the point where there HAD to be humor at the
beginning. I've got three chapters of the stuff for you to enjoy before
things get angsty and maybe even a little gory... Hope you like it! hee
hee... not to mention good cliffies!
Chapter 1
The Race to the Throne
Estel grew up in Rivendell, the elf-city of Rhudaur. The one that came closest to his father would have to be the Lord Elrond. He was the ruler over the kingdom located on the cliffs near a roaring waterfall. He provided Estel with all the things a growing child could possibly need. Aside from food shelter and clothing he also received battle training, weapons and his own steed in which he named Voronwer.
Along with the cares of Elrond he had the friendship of his two sons: Elladen and Elrohir. The two were exactly the same in appearance and attitude. They were both blessed with impeccable archery skills and had a knack for being too easy-going. Elrond was constantly nagging them to get up and do something. For the whole fourteen years that Estel had been at Imladris he only remembered one occasion in which the twins left for a journey. They told him stories about how they had fought and slain orcs to avenge their waylaid mother who was forced to sail over the seas so that she may survive from the poisoned injury.
'We would slay every last one of them with the rangers of the north.' they would say, using their hands to weave Estel into the web of the story.
'Elladen was hurt once,' laughed Elrohir. 'It was the only battle we ever had to retreat from.'
'We killed them all later though.' Elladen retorted.
'You tell me these tales and they change every time.' Estel smirked. Elrohir and Elladen paused for a moment.
'We have gone more then once.' Elrohir said. Estel rolled his eyes.
'Not from what I've seen.'
'You haven't been here that long though, have you?' said Elladen quietly.
'If you really want to know what it's like, then you'd have to come with us.' said Elrohir as he picked up his goblet. 'That's the only way to find out how it would really feel.' Elladen elbowed him hard and he spit out his wine that splattered back onto his face.
'Don't put ideas into his head!' he whispered, but loud enough for Estel to hear. He smiled and rose from his chair.
'Excuse me.' he said quietly, trying not to draw their attention. 'I... have some things to do.' he slowly began to back away from the table. Elladen stood quickly and stared at him eye-to-eye.
'Oh, no.' he said strictly. 'Don't go and ask father that you can come with us next week.'
'Elladen!' It was Elrohir's turn to scold.
'You're going again next week?' Estel's eyes widened with excitement. He wrung his hands behind his back.
'Don't ask him!' Elrohir stood up now and wiped his face with a kerchief.
'I told you, I'm going to let Voronwer graze in the groves.'
'You said you have stuff to do, but you didn't mention Voronwer.' Elladen voiced quickly.
'Well, ah...' Estel continued to take a few steps away. 'You see, I just didn't specify-' he turned and bolted from the dining room without finishing his sentence.
'No!' cried Elrohir as he pursued.
'Don't ask father!' Elladen followed closely.
Estel ran down the corridor, dodging servants as he went. Some were dusting and had to catch the vase he knocked over. Others were putting up new paintings and were thrown against the wet canvas. Estel skidded and had to grab the doorframe to turn into the Entrance Hall. He darted to the right towards the throne room. The hall was long but more narrow then most. The courtyard could be seen through the pillars that held up the roof on the left side. The leaves of the trees and ferns were big and green. Morning dew still clung to the stems. Estel glimpsed at them, in hopes to see Arwen sitting under a tree reading or smelling the flora.
Since he wasn't watching where he was going, Estel's speed betrayed him and he slammed against the closed doors of the throne room. He took a few dizzying steps back and Elrohir was on top of him in a second. The elf had his arm around his throat and was pulling him back. Elladen appeared in the front and picked up his feet.
'We told you not to ask father, now you'll pay.' he slowly removed Estel's boots and began to tickle the soles of his feet. Estel laughed and giggled wildly.
'Stop! Please, no, STOP!' he laughed until tears came from his eyes. After a few minutes of this torture he pulled himself together. He kicked at Elladen and the elf fell back on his rear. He then bit hard on Elrohir's arm. Elrohir cried out and let him go. Estel threw open the doors to the throne room and slammed them behind him. Elladen and Elrohir pounded on the other side. Estel locked them and turned towards the throne.
Elrond was sitting there, laughing. Arwen was sitting on the few steps up to the royal seat. She pretended to be reading but was unable to hide her smirk. Estel blushed and made a hasty bow.
'They spilled the beans, eh?' Elrond chuckled. Estel couldn't resist a smile and nodded. 'Naturally. They're both too dense to keep a secret.' Estel ceased a short laugh.
'May I go with them, Lord Elrond?' he asked. Elrond sighed and leaned back in his chair. The throne room was tall and square. There were no pillars since the roof was but a tangle of tree branches that had a source at three corners. Natural light seeped in and lit the room like a forest. Elrond gazed up at the trees.
'You have been training for a long time and your battle skills are flawless.' sighed Elrond as he rubbed his chin. 'Your survival skills haven't been put to the test, which worries me.' A sudden crash made everyone look up to see Elladen and Elrohir burst through the doors. They landed facedown on the stone floor with an uttered cry. Everybody had to laugh at that. 'However, you did defeat those two in weaponless battle. You may be able to teach these bumbling buffoons a lesson.' Estel smiled at them over his shoulder. 'I grant you permission to go with them to receive an update with the rangers of the north.'
'But father-' cried Elladen.
'He's too young!' Elrohir finished.
'The rangers won't know what to do with him!'
'We'll look like a couple of fools!'
'You already look like a pair of fools, sons.' said Elrond. The faces of the twins flushed. 'He may be young, but he is skilled and I have faith in him. There isn't expected to be any surreal battles, but he is at an age when he should begin to experience them.' The expressions on the twins' faces were quite humorous to see. They were a mixture of shock, disbelief and anger towards Estel.
'Thank you Elrond!' breathed Estel as he bowed again. Elrond nodded as Arwen stood and shut her book.
'You two better get used to having Estel with you.' she said to her brothers. 'I am sure this won't be the last time he will journey with you.'
'But he's nothing but a little brat!' Elrond stood as well and glared at Elladen.
'Watch your tongue, or Estel may be taking your place.' They both immediately shut their mouths after that. Estel was feeling overwhelmed with happiness.
This would be his first voyage away from Rivendell.
.
.
Well? Is it funny enough?
Chapter 1
The Race to the Throne
Estel grew up in Rivendell, the elf-city of Rhudaur. The one that came closest to his father would have to be the Lord Elrond. He was the ruler over the kingdom located on the cliffs near a roaring waterfall. He provided Estel with all the things a growing child could possibly need. Aside from food shelter and clothing he also received battle training, weapons and his own steed in which he named Voronwer.
Along with the cares of Elrond he had the friendship of his two sons: Elladen and Elrohir. The two were exactly the same in appearance and attitude. They were both blessed with impeccable archery skills and had a knack for being too easy-going. Elrond was constantly nagging them to get up and do something. For the whole fourteen years that Estel had been at Imladris he only remembered one occasion in which the twins left for a journey. They told him stories about how they had fought and slain orcs to avenge their waylaid mother who was forced to sail over the seas so that she may survive from the poisoned injury.
'We would slay every last one of them with the rangers of the north.' they would say, using their hands to weave Estel into the web of the story.
'Elladen was hurt once,' laughed Elrohir. 'It was the only battle we ever had to retreat from.'
'We killed them all later though.' Elladen retorted.
'You tell me these tales and they change every time.' Estel smirked. Elrohir and Elladen paused for a moment.
'We have gone more then once.' Elrohir said. Estel rolled his eyes.
'Not from what I've seen.'
'You haven't been here that long though, have you?' said Elladen quietly.
'If you really want to know what it's like, then you'd have to come with us.' said Elrohir as he picked up his goblet. 'That's the only way to find out how it would really feel.' Elladen elbowed him hard and he spit out his wine that splattered back onto his face.
'Don't put ideas into his head!' he whispered, but loud enough for Estel to hear. He smiled and rose from his chair.
'Excuse me.' he said quietly, trying not to draw their attention. 'I... have some things to do.' he slowly began to back away from the table. Elladen stood quickly and stared at him eye-to-eye.
'Oh, no.' he said strictly. 'Don't go and ask father that you can come with us next week.'
'Elladen!' It was Elrohir's turn to scold.
'You're going again next week?' Estel's eyes widened with excitement. He wrung his hands behind his back.
'Don't ask him!' Elrohir stood up now and wiped his face with a kerchief.
'I told you, I'm going to let Voronwer graze in the groves.'
'You said you have stuff to do, but you didn't mention Voronwer.' Elladen voiced quickly.
'Well, ah...' Estel continued to take a few steps away. 'You see, I just didn't specify-' he turned and bolted from the dining room without finishing his sentence.
'No!' cried Elrohir as he pursued.
'Don't ask father!' Elladen followed closely.
Estel ran down the corridor, dodging servants as he went. Some were dusting and had to catch the vase he knocked over. Others were putting up new paintings and were thrown against the wet canvas. Estel skidded and had to grab the doorframe to turn into the Entrance Hall. He darted to the right towards the throne room. The hall was long but more narrow then most. The courtyard could be seen through the pillars that held up the roof on the left side. The leaves of the trees and ferns were big and green. Morning dew still clung to the stems. Estel glimpsed at them, in hopes to see Arwen sitting under a tree reading or smelling the flora.
Since he wasn't watching where he was going, Estel's speed betrayed him and he slammed against the closed doors of the throne room. He took a few dizzying steps back and Elrohir was on top of him in a second. The elf had his arm around his throat and was pulling him back. Elladen appeared in the front and picked up his feet.
'We told you not to ask father, now you'll pay.' he slowly removed Estel's boots and began to tickle the soles of his feet. Estel laughed and giggled wildly.
'Stop! Please, no, STOP!' he laughed until tears came from his eyes. After a few minutes of this torture he pulled himself together. He kicked at Elladen and the elf fell back on his rear. He then bit hard on Elrohir's arm. Elrohir cried out and let him go. Estel threw open the doors to the throne room and slammed them behind him. Elladen and Elrohir pounded on the other side. Estel locked them and turned towards the throne.
Elrond was sitting there, laughing. Arwen was sitting on the few steps up to the royal seat. She pretended to be reading but was unable to hide her smirk. Estel blushed and made a hasty bow.
'They spilled the beans, eh?' Elrond chuckled. Estel couldn't resist a smile and nodded. 'Naturally. They're both too dense to keep a secret.' Estel ceased a short laugh.
'May I go with them, Lord Elrond?' he asked. Elrond sighed and leaned back in his chair. The throne room was tall and square. There were no pillars since the roof was but a tangle of tree branches that had a source at three corners. Natural light seeped in and lit the room like a forest. Elrond gazed up at the trees.
'You have been training for a long time and your battle skills are flawless.' sighed Elrond as he rubbed his chin. 'Your survival skills haven't been put to the test, which worries me.' A sudden crash made everyone look up to see Elladen and Elrohir burst through the doors. They landed facedown on the stone floor with an uttered cry. Everybody had to laugh at that. 'However, you did defeat those two in weaponless battle. You may be able to teach these bumbling buffoons a lesson.' Estel smiled at them over his shoulder. 'I grant you permission to go with them to receive an update with the rangers of the north.'
'But father-' cried Elladen.
'He's too young!' Elrohir finished.
'The rangers won't know what to do with him!'
'We'll look like a couple of fools!'
'You already look like a pair of fools, sons.' said Elrond. The faces of the twins flushed. 'He may be young, but he is skilled and I have faith in him. There isn't expected to be any surreal battles, but he is at an age when he should begin to experience them.' The expressions on the twins' faces were quite humorous to see. They were a mixture of shock, disbelief and anger towards Estel.
'Thank you Elrond!' breathed Estel as he bowed again. Elrond nodded as Arwen stood and shut her book.
'You two better get used to having Estel with you.' she said to her brothers. 'I am sure this won't be the last time he will journey with you.'
'But he's nothing but a little brat!' Elrond stood as well and glared at Elladen.
'Watch your tongue, or Estel may be taking your place.' They both immediately shut their mouths after that. Estel was feeling overwhelmed with happiness.
This would be his first voyage away from Rivendell.
.
.
Well? Is it funny enough?