Revelations
Author: Karine
Rating: Somewhere between PG and PG-13
Disclaimer: *see lawyers coming toward me AGAIN* Meh, *I* never said I
owned them, she did *point to Trin* *watch as lawyer set off against Trin, run
away cackling*
Summary: A ten years old Estel learn how his parents died and that
despite what he thought, he isn't the only one who lost a parent to the orcs….
A/N: This fic is a part of my series Following an Oath, and stand after
The Morning After but it can be read alone.
Also, thanks to Trin because she helped me a lot with it, especially when I was
stuck and also to Eleni who accepted to beta read it at this late hour *glomps
both*
Estel only had a few memories of his parents and where he used to live, and fewer of that fateful day where they died. The last thing he remembered from that day was an elf trying to comfort him while another one, identical to the one who held him, urged them to get moving.
Now, he had been told of that story before, how his father had asked Elrohir to take care of him before dying. But the nightmare he just had brought new memories, and a lot more questions.
And the boy was determined to have answers, now, even if the sun hadn't risen yet and everyone was still sleeping, or so he thought.
First he had tried going to his adopted father, but Elrond was no where to be found and the twins weren't there either, for they were getting ready to leave on a hunting trip. So he went to one of the only elves other then his adopted family who would have answers to his questions. Glorfindel.
When he got there he was surprise to see the door cracked open, which meant that the elf was probably already awake, so without further delay, he opened the door and entered the room.
The golden haired elf was standing at the window, looking toward the west, and any elf that knew him well would have seen the hint of sadness and grief in his blue eyes. But the ten year old Estel was oblivious to that.
After much pleading, begging and big teary eyed expressions, Glorfindel finally agreed to tell the boy how his parents died and most importantly, by what.
So he began by explaining to him what orcs were, and then he told him how the village where his parents were living was attack by them. In his tale, the elf carefully omitted two little facts, first, that it wasn't a village but a rangers' camp, and two, it wasn't a random attack, it was a planned attack to take out the chief of the dunedain, who was in fact Estel's father.
Estel's reactions to the tale weren't exactly what Glorfindel thought it would be, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Most boys his age, human no less, would be a little scared, or at least sad. But as soon as Glorfindel had finished, Estel got up, turned his fists into balls and his grey eyes were flashing with fury.
"And where can I find those orcs?" The boy had asked through gritted teeth.
Glorfindel, still taken aback by the boy's reactions, replied absentmindedly.
"Well your brothers are leaving to hunt them right….."
He never got the chance to end his sentence, for as soon as Estel heard the words "brothers" and "hunt them", he bolted out of the room, heading for the stables.
Elladan and Elrohir were about to leave, Elrohir having already mounted, when the stable's doors were slammed open, revealing a seething Estel behind.
"I'm coming with you" He declared to his adopted brothers.
Elladan, quickly recover from his shock and replied quickly.
"NO WAY"
But this wouldn't end at that. Estel was just as determined to go, as Elladan and Elrohir were determine to not bring him, and all three of them were extremely stubborn.
"But Elladan, I can fight, you've been teaching me since I was 6!!" The young boy exclaimed when the twins pointed out that he couldn't fight the orcs.
That declaration earned Elladan a reproaching glare from his twin, but he shrugged it off, clearly not intending to explain himself right now.
"Estel, whatever you may have learned in battle from my idiotic twin, it's far from enough. The orcs are way too much for you brother" Elrohir said in his most calm and gentle voice.
"Well you'll be there, and I am a good fighter! I can kill a lot of orcs" Estel replied stubbornly.
The determination in the boy's statement made both twins snort. He did have a point in saying that they would be there and that they wouldn't let some harm befall him but where they were going it was way too dangerous and they weren't about to take the chance and loose another loved one to those orcs.
"But Estel, an orc is about twice your size. There is no way you'll be able to fend them off, they would kill you!" Elrohir said concerned.
"You don't get it do you?" Estel asked but didn't wait for an answer and said all in one breathe. "I DON'T CARE!! They killed my parents and deserve death for that, even at the cost of my own life. Besides, you can't understand, you don't know what it feels like to lose someone to them."
That went directly to the heart of the sons of Elrond, especially Elrohir, who took it harder then his twin and left the stable, looking extremely sad. That was the last straw for Elladan and he turned to his adopted brother seething.
Estel had already felt a pang of guilt when he saw Elrohir's expression, but seeing Elladan in this state of rage made him back up into the corner, instantly regretting everything he said yet feeling somewhat confused.
"Don't you ever dare say that again human, you know absolutely nothing about us! Now LEAVE US ALONE" He said through gritted teeth then mounted his horse and went after his twin.
*~*~*~*~*
Estel stood there for what seemed like an age before slowly letting himself slide down the wall until he was crouching in the corner, sobs racking his entire body.
Now that his anger had completely died down all that Estel said to his brothers dawns on him and he felt more miserable then ever, tears flowing from his eyes like a torrent.
He also felt extremely guilty, because he remembered seeing the look of utter grief in their eyes when he entered the stable and knowing that he had made it worse for them was unbearable. Something also made him remember that he had known from the start that something was wrong with them and still he had treated them badly. He had also completely disregarded their concern for him and acted like a child when all he wanted was to be treated like a man.
He doesn't know how long he stayed there, still sobbing, until he heard a familiar voice say his name.
He looked up to see Legolas walking toward him, concern clearly evident in the Prince's eyes. Without giving it another thought, he flung himself in the elf's arms and began to tell him what had happened.
Legolas carefully listen to the boy all the while holding him tight. The story was hard to follow because of the boy's sobs and hiccups. But he understood it pretty well and immediately felt for the boy. He was way too young to know the significance of this day for the twins.
"What's wrong with them Legolas?" Estel asked, having finally stopped sobbing.
Legolas silently pondered how to answer, before settling for the truth. Estel had a right to know after all.
"Do you know who the twins' mother was, Estel?" Legolas asked quietly and when Estel shook his head, he continued. "Her name was Celebrian, and she was known to be the most caring and gentle maiden here in Rivendell. That is until 432 years ago……"
TBC
Meh, I would have written something extremely funny and entertaining but I'm brain dead and I can't think of anything right now, so I hope you enjoyed it. And also, this fic only have 2 or 3 chapters, so nothing alarming will happen to our dear twins