This story has two authors : Indil and Glorfindel ZedMurray .We've borrowed the characters from Tolkien 's works and also Peter Jackoson's movies, but we've also taken some licenses.

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Estel's Learning

1 The road

The day was shiny. Scented by the first flowers of an incipient spring. Against the celestial blue sky, the Misty Mountains could be clearly seen, decorated by white clouds in their high picks. And against that majestic panorama the two horsemen seemed to float in the soft breeze of the stocking tomorrow. Elrond, Lord of Rivendel and his son Estel rode swiftly to a luxurious forest which could be seen from afar. -When we get to the forest, you will have to hunt or fish our lunch. The words of the Elven Lord reached his son's ears clearly above the sound of the horse's gallop. His majestic father had left Imladris early with his son to teach him hunting and survival lessons. Estel would turn fifteen in a week, and that drove him away from his childhood and placed him closer to a newborn youth. Aragorn had learned much from his twin brothers Elladan and Elrohir, who never left him alone for long. But the opportunity of sharing lessons with the Lord of Imladris himself had gotten him a bit nervous. It wasn't because his father was rude or brutal. On the contrary, Elrond had always been loving and patient with him. But he was demanding, fundamentally because Estel didn't think he was as good as his brothers. There was something in them that he could not equal, and he didn't under and why. Even though the twins made the effort of teaching him the art of a swift and silent walk. The agility to climb every type of land,Aragorn, as he was called in the language of men, couldn't get the same results. He wasn't a complete failure, but hi couldn't achieve the excellence the he would have wanted. Nevertheless, with a smile on his face, he answered to Elrond: -You can count on it , Ada. Elrond smiled back and hi rushed his horse. The morning was bright and beautiful . Enjoying it was an invitation impossible to refuse. The horses's feet stepped in that moment on a big carpet of fragrant herbs and the air was felled whit sweet scents. The thoughts of the Lord of Imlandris flew away. They flew back to day when Aragorn's mother, whit the child in her arms, seeked asylum in Rivendell, after the unexpected death of Arathorn, heir of Gondor, in the hands of orcs. They flew back to the moment he made the promise of taking care and raising little Aragorn as his own child. Elrond named him Estel "Hope" in Elvish Because the Lord of Rivendell who had the power of foreseeing the future, knew that the child would play a fundamental role in the future of middle Earth. For a moment he devoted an insightful look to the young boy who rode beside him. For his age he was rather grown up. Tall, slim. Whit dark hair and deep blue eyes. A well proportionate body of promising warrior, riding whit the grace and the confidence of any elf. He was as skillful and elastic as a man raised in Rivendell could be. Elrond had taught him the language of men, as well as Sindarin and Quenya. He was consciously preparing him for the moment when Aragorn claimed the Lang ship of Gondor. The young kid felt he was being observed and looked at his father whit his innocent eyes. -Ada is there something wrong? - He asked, whit a half smile. -No, son, I was only watching how much you've grown up lately. Although for me you're still my little Estel who likes to hear my tales under the light of a good fire in winter. Estel laughed in amusement. -Ada, I am no longer a child. My brothers keep reminding me that. -The twins tell you that because they want you to share their work so they don't have to work so hard- joked the half-elf, and then added hardening his face. -But you'll show me how much you have grown up and which are your skills as soon as we camp. In that moment, a cloud that had suddenly appeared veiled for a few seconds the clear sunlight, and everything went dark. Aragorn gulped. It was only a couple of seconds. But it was as if a bad augury had fallen upon both horsemen. The young boy shook his had as if he tried to scare away his thoughts. And forcing a smile on his face, he answered: -Sure, Ada, for sure. -

Ada :" father" in Sindiran.