Summary:
A 15-year-old Estel begins having distressing dreams. Later, he leaves on a hunting trip and meets an elf that thinks him a danger to the elf prince, Legolas. The elf finds out about the boy's dreams and things start to go downhill for Estel and the elf even finds he's losing something he treasured so much.
Disclaimer:
The idea is mine but the characters are always and forever J.R. Tolkien's. This is one of those no Estel mom things but even if there were you wouldn't see her anyway. I try to keep the info. Accurate….well, in most ways..Mwahahaha!
Chapter 1
It was midnight. Estel made his way through the familiar halls of Imladris and stopped near the kitchen in hopes for a glass of water. The area was filled with a deep smoothing silence. A soft squeak of the kitchen door being opened caught him off guard. Estel's eyes caught a faint shadow disappear behind the large wooden door. An unfamiliar fear grabbed his heart. Then an unusual assortment of sounds clashed on the other side of the door.
SHHKKKK CLANK
It sounded like glass being broken, pots being pounded and an unrecognizable thud from the wall.
THUD-THUD CLANK SHKKKKK
In panic and instinct the boy swung open the door. Estel's breath stopped.
" Mendur?" He asked shocked and disbelieving.
" Estel help me look for my brooch. I think I lost it in the kitchen." Came the reply.
Broken glass and pots and pans littered the floor. Estel jumped when a glass broke right next to his foot. An odd yellow liquid splashed on his robe. He could immediately smell the distasteful smell as it mixed with the other fluids splattered on the floor. The human's gaze directed onto the source. On top of a counter, which was meant for cooking on, was the figure of a young dark-haired elf. His locks were nestled behind his pointy ears and in the darkness his eyes flickered at the sight of Estel.
" Mendur, what do you think your doing!" Estel yelled in-between frustration and shock.
He couldn't get his heart to stop beating so loudly. Noises burst from the door and he swung his head around to see Lord Ciren followed by a group of elves Estel recognized as Emyndur, Silrond, Culdur, Ladatar and Figwit.
The elves eyes popped open in the same shock Estel had been a moment earlier. Only Cirden was able to find his words in the speechless crowd.
" I would like to know what you think you are doing! You especially should know better then to sneak in here at night and destroy the kitchen!" Cirdan's words struck Estel hard.
" It wasn't me. It was…….." His voice trailed off. Estel looked towards Mendur. He wasn't there. He disappeared.
" He was here a minute ago!" Estel's voice choked. " I swear!"
Lord Cirden tapped his foot repeatedly on the tile. The barely audible noise was the loudest thing in the room. Cirdan stared at Estel, disbelieving every word that escaped from his mouth. In every aspect of authority he demanded,
" Figwit, get him to his room. I would like to discuss his punishment with his father."
A dark-haired elf stepped to Estel's side and directed him out the door. When they were clear of the kitchen an argument broke out and the voices echoed in the halls.
Figwit glanced at him once in a while. His face was unreadable yet Estel saw the familiar soft glint of bliss that never left the elf's eyes. It was covered by some other emotion but it was there. Estel was glad it was Figwig dragging him to his room because his eyes weren't revealing the disappointment or anger as the other elves. He could live with that until his father found out about….
Figwit put his hand on his shoulders "You should stay here until we call you." It was a command but Figwit's voice was so light that it felt like he had a choice.
In one of Rivendell's chambers, a young boy slept. Chestnut locks embedded his head, he kept moving back and forth as if experiencing a terrible dream. Estel awoke--the room was pitch black; cold sweat covered his body, strands of his dark wavy hair clung to his face and his heart tightened. The sharp images burned inside Estel's head as he lay burying the side of his face in his pillow. It was so real. Estel found it hard to believe that it hadn't actually happened.
After about fifteen minutes the bright images were still clear to his mind's eye. Thinking about it gave Estel an uneasy feeling in his stomach. But it was just a dream; there is no reason why he should be getting worked up and as Estel managed to convince himself this, sleep slowly pulled him under.
Chapter 1 is a bit short and like most stories…it will get better so hang on there. Rate plz. I'll post once every 1 to 2 weeks…sry it takes so long but I have summer school and time is low for me…g….