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A/N: Unless it says otherwise, just assume they are speaking Sindarin.
"No, Ada! No! You are lying!" cried the boy.
"I'm sorry, Aragorn," replied Lord Elrond. The elf was tired. He had just told his foster son his true identity.
"My name is Estel."
"I told you already, Ion Nin. Your true name is Aragorn son of Arathorn, Heir of Isildur."
The twelve year-old shook his head repeatedly. "No, it can't be," he said. "I am Estel."
"You are heir to the throne of Gondor."
"I am son of Elrond, Lord of Imladris."
The said Lord closed his eyes and sighed. His foster son was more trouble than a thousand orcs. But it was worth it. "Your father's name was Arathorn. He died when you were two."
Elrond saw the hurt in his son's eyes. "I thought this was my home," he said softly. "Apparently I was wrong. Farewell, Lord Elrond." He turned and walked slowly from the room. As he left the walk turned into a run.
From the balcony, Elrond watched the boy race out of Imladris into the woods. He heard a sound behind and turned. His good friend and second in command Glorfindel joined him on the balcony.
"You told him?"
Elrond nodded.
"You knew he would take it hard."
"I still had to tell him."
"I know."
The two friends stood watching the boy disappear between the trees.
"Can you find Elladan and Elrohir for me?" asked Elrond. "I need to talk to them."
Glorfindel nodded and left as silently as he had come.
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"Do you have everything? Are you ready?" asked Thranduil.
"Yes, Ada. Food for two days, my bow and quiver and of course, the birthday present," answered Legalos.
"I guess you should be going then."
"Good-bye, Ada," said the prince quietly.
"Good-bye, Ion nin," replied Thranduil, king of Mirkwood. "Do you have to go?"
"Ada, we've been through this before. I haven't been to Imladris in nearly twenty years, and next week is Dan and Ro's thousandth birthday."
"I know," responded Thranduil. "I only wish it wasn't."
"You can hardly keep me here forever."
"I know, Legalos, I know. Couldn't you at least take a few elves for extra protection?"
"Ada, I can take care of myself," insisted Legalos. "You know that. Besides," he added with a smile, "I'd never live it up if Dan and Ro saw me surrounded by bodyguards when they go out hunting orcs for fun."
Thranduil sighed. "Take care of yourself, Ion Nin. Farewell. Don't stay too long."
"I won't," promised Legalos with a smile. "Good-bye, Ada."
With that, Legalos Greenleaf swung himself gracefully onto his horse and trotted away from home.
In a few hours, he had crossed the boarder of Mirkwood and left the forest. With luck, he would be entering a forest near Imladris by sunset. He wanted to sleep by trees. It was more homelike, and he was, after all, an Elf.