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Summary: After being teased during an archery practice gone wrong, six-year- old Estel finds out the race of man have its faults in history. After hearing the story of Isildur, he takes a walk, but trouble does not linger far from our young edain boy.
A/N: This is the first fanfic Kawaii has ever written in her entire lifetime, so please, please, please be nice to her. Remember, no flames (If they do, however happen to get to Kawaii she will throw wood on them and proceed to roast marshmallows.) allowed, but constructive criticism is allowed.
Forgive and Forget
By: Kawaii BlueBear
*blah,blah* equals italics
[Chapter 1]
Stillness was hanging in the air; for the moment everything held perfect form. Leaves still clung to their braches in fear of falling from the great height and animals were still sleeping off the night. Yes, everyone-and everything-was still. Then, two soft sounds pierced the silent veil.
Whoosh! Ping!
Two soft sounds that were made by an elven child who had just shot an arrow, and hit the target dead center. Shortly afterwards, bouts of praise were given from his two cmpanions:
"Nice shot Horfil!"
"Dead center!"
"Had that been an orc he would've been dead on target!"
Horfil mock bowed. "Thank you, thank you!" he said. "I didn't even make an effort, but I bet you could've made that shot, Celondir."
"But of course I could've Horfil! What about you, Elvynd?"
"Only a certain *human* would've missed that shot."
Both Horfil and Celondir snickered at that comment; both of them knew which human-boy Elvynd was talking about.
Incedently, the subject of their conversation was heading through the trees, down the hill, and heading right towards them. "Celondir! Elvynd! Horfil!" he called out. "Hey you guys, whatcha doing?"
Horfil scoffed at the dark-haired boy friendly curiosity. "Nothing that concerns the likes of you, Estel, you human."
Momentarily shocked by the usually kind friend's reply, Estel asked, "What's wrong with being a human, Horfil?"
Elvynd answered for Horfil, "There are several reasons. Which one would you like to hear?"
"All of them, I guess." replied Estel, while dreading the answer a little bit at this point.
Before either Elvynd or Horfil could answer, Celondir spoke up. "Well, the obvious reason is your kind is so clumsy, they couldn't climb a tree if their life depended on it. Second, you're always filthy-why don't you take a bath once in a while?-and smell worse than a rotting corpse. Third,-and in my opinion the best reason-you're all cowards. Every last one of you, cowards! Cowards! Cowards! Cowards!"
In agreement, the other young elves nodded. "Celondir says it all!"
"Clear as rain!"
But for the six-year-old, it wasn't as clear as rain. Estel didn't see why they thought men were cowards. He had never in his life been given a reason to think that. "What do you mean by coward?"
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Isildur and the ring?" the three asked simultaneously.
Innocent as ever, Estel said, "No, should I have?"
"Wow, I didn't know men were also ignorant!" exclaimed Horfil. "And of they're own kinds actions too!" Before long, all of them, minus a sad Estel, dropped to the ground and started rolling around in fits of laughter. Needless to say, this made Estel feel even worse, so he did what he wanted to do: he fled.
But during his flee he heard Celondir shout, "Go on, run to your *father*! But just know, your running is living proof humans are cowards!"
Well, what did you think? Was it good? Did it belong in the Never Never Land of fanfics? Remember to R&R, I love opinions!
Summary: After being teased during an archery practice gone wrong, six-year- old Estel finds out the race of man have its faults in history. After hearing the story of Isildur, he takes a walk, but trouble does not linger far from our young edain boy.
A/N: This is the first fanfic Kawaii has ever written in her entire lifetime, so please, please, please be nice to her. Remember, no flames (If they do, however happen to get to Kawaii she will throw wood on them and proceed to roast marshmallows.) allowed, but constructive criticism is allowed.
Forgive and Forget
By: Kawaii BlueBear
*blah,blah* equals italics
[Chapter 1]
Stillness was hanging in the air; for the moment everything held perfect form. Leaves still clung to their braches in fear of falling from the great height and animals were still sleeping off the night. Yes, everyone-and everything-was still. Then, two soft sounds pierced the silent veil.
Whoosh! Ping!
Two soft sounds that were made by an elven child who had just shot an arrow, and hit the target dead center. Shortly afterwards, bouts of praise were given from his two cmpanions:
"Nice shot Horfil!"
"Dead center!"
"Had that been an orc he would've been dead on target!"
Horfil mock bowed. "Thank you, thank you!" he said. "I didn't even make an effort, but I bet you could've made that shot, Celondir."
"But of course I could've Horfil! What about you, Elvynd?"
"Only a certain *human* would've missed that shot."
Both Horfil and Celondir snickered at that comment; both of them knew which human-boy Elvynd was talking about.
Incedently, the subject of their conversation was heading through the trees, down the hill, and heading right towards them. "Celondir! Elvynd! Horfil!" he called out. "Hey you guys, whatcha doing?"
Horfil scoffed at the dark-haired boy friendly curiosity. "Nothing that concerns the likes of you, Estel, you human."
Momentarily shocked by the usually kind friend's reply, Estel asked, "What's wrong with being a human, Horfil?"
Elvynd answered for Horfil, "There are several reasons. Which one would you like to hear?"
"All of them, I guess." replied Estel, while dreading the answer a little bit at this point.
Before either Elvynd or Horfil could answer, Celondir spoke up. "Well, the obvious reason is your kind is so clumsy, they couldn't climb a tree if their life depended on it. Second, you're always filthy-why don't you take a bath once in a while?-and smell worse than a rotting corpse. Third,-and in my opinion the best reason-you're all cowards. Every last one of you, cowards! Cowards! Cowards! Cowards!"
In agreement, the other young elves nodded. "Celondir says it all!"
"Clear as rain!"
But for the six-year-old, it wasn't as clear as rain. Estel didn't see why they thought men were cowards. He had never in his life been given a reason to think that. "What do you mean by coward?"
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Isildur and the ring?" the three asked simultaneously.
Innocent as ever, Estel said, "No, should I have?"
"Wow, I didn't know men were also ignorant!" exclaimed Horfil. "And of they're own kinds actions too!" Before long, all of them, minus a sad Estel, dropped to the ground and started rolling around in fits of laughter. Needless to say, this made Estel feel even worse, so he did what he wanted to do: he fled.
But during his flee he heard Celondir shout, "Go on, run to your *father*! But just know, your running is living proof humans are cowards!"
Well, what did you think? Was it good? Did it belong in the Never Never Land of fanfics? Remember to R&R, I love opinions!