Title: Chiaro Scuro
Author: Elladan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Estel is constantly being teased and bullied for being adan. One day the teasing goes too far, but Estel is convinced that he can find a solution for the treatment without the help of his family. The only problem is that his solution does everything but make his life simpler.
Disclaimer: I am not making any money off this and I am only borrowing Tolkien's characters for a little fun.
A/N: Hello again everyone! Well finally after a really long time I'm back with another story. Sorry it took so long, but I had a snowboarding accident that kept me occupied for a few weeks. Anyway, thank you all so much for all the kind reviews for my last story. Please feel free to comment, criticize, or send me death threats, whatever you want. Hope you enjoy!
Prologue
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Estel notched an arrow on his bowstring and cleanly drew it back. He closed one eye and allowed the other to carve the intended path for the arrow. With a zing, he released his grip on the string and let it fly. Its course barely wavered and the arrow planted itself just left of the bulls-eye. Estel sighed in frustration and reached for another arrow in his quiver. No matter how hard he tried, he never seemed to be good enough for the others. The elven children, who were supposed to be his friends, had been able to perfectly hit the center of the target consistently for weeks. Estel spent hours practicing, but it never seemed to be enough. In tree climbing he was too clumsy, in running too slow, in swimming he was a rock compared to the others, and when they rode, the horses just did not listen to him as they did the other elves. It was not just in skills that he fell short, but also appearance. Estel did not have pointy ears and his body was not nearly as thin and spry. For all these reasons and more, the elven children disliked him. He was shunned, ignored, teased, beaten, and scorned by his so-called friends. Never had he considered telling Ada or his brothers that he did not fit in, for he feared their disappointment more than anything else.
Author: Elladan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Estel is constantly being teased and bullied for being adan. One day the teasing goes too far, but Estel is convinced that he can find a solution for the treatment without the help of his family. The only problem is that his solution does everything but make his life simpler.
Disclaimer: I am not making any money off this and I am only borrowing Tolkien's characters for a little fun.
A/N: Hello again everyone! Well finally after a really long time I'm back with another story. Sorry it took so long, but I had a snowboarding accident that kept me occupied for a few weeks. Anyway, thank you all so much for all the kind reviews for my last story. Please feel free to comment, criticize, or send me death threats, whatever you want. Hope you enjoy!
Prologue
*****
Estel notched an arrow on his bowstring and cleanly drew it back. He closed one eye and allowed the other to carve the intended path for the arrow. With a zing, he released his grip on the string and let it fly. Its course barely wavered and the arrow planted itself just left of the bulls-eye. Estel sighed in frustration and reached for another arrow in his quiver. No matter how hard he tried, he never seemed to be good enough for the others. The elven children, who were supposed to be his friends, had been able to perfectly hit the center of the target consistently for weeks. Estel spent hours practicing, but it never seemed to be enough. In tree climbing he was too clumsy, in running too slow, in swimming he was a rock compared to the others, and when they rode, the horses just did not listen to him as they did the other elves. It was not just in skills that he fell short, but also appearance. Estel did not have pointy ears and his body was not nearly as thin and spry. For all these reasons and more, the elven children disliked him. He was shunned, ignored, teased, beaten, and scorned by his so-called friends. Never had he considered telling Ada or his brothers that he did not fit in, for he feared their disappointment more than anything else.