Hope
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Estel, meaning hope in Elvish
That was the name he was given when his human mother left him in the safe hands of Lord Elrond as a mere toddler so young that he could remember nothing before the times in Rivendell.
Why Estel? Why Hope?
He had asked many times in the past.
Why not something more manly? Why not Courageous? Why not Warrior? Why Hope?
It was not until he was a fine young man had his foster father finally gave him the answer to those questions.
His name is Estel because he is hope – the hope of mankind, the hope of Middle earth. The world was unknowingly being carried on his shoulders since his birth, since the day his ancestor cut off Sauron's ring and lost it.
Confused by it all, he left the safe haven of Imladris. It was just too sudden for him to handle. And so, he left the elves for the men, for his people, to find the answers to the questions created from that one answer.
When he finally returned, he is no longer the Estel I remembered. No, he is now a man of many names, a man of many identities, a man who carries the burden of the world no matter how many identities he has made.
Within his eyes I can see it all – I see the wisdom he has gained over the decades; I see the determination to end this long-lasting war; I see traces of the Estel he once was. Above all, I can see his fear.
He fears he would fail us all like his ancester. He fears everything would be in vain. He fears he could not live up to their expectations. He fears the burden may be too much to handle.
Everyone, unconsciously or not, looks up to him, expecting him to be their pillar of strength, neglecting the fact that he is just a mere mortal, not a god.
No matter how many names he has gained over the years, to me he was, and still, is my beloved brother in everything but blood.
The least I can do for him is to lighten his heavy burden as much as I can. I may not be able to carry a lot, but I will do what I can. He needs to know that he is not alone in this. Many, including I, are there to support him through it all. All he needs to do is to understand that fact.
In this long and harsh journey to the dark lands of Mordor, I shall not be Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, but Legolas, one of the nine walkers, brother of Aragorn.
Hope bears the world on his shoulders, and Greenleaf shall bear Hope shall he falter.
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