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Chapter 7

"He is a menace" Estel told his brothers one afternoon. Harry was given crutches so he could move around whatever room he was in. While he tired quickly and need to sit down often he still managed to be where ever he was at. He wobbled into his history lessons and acted as if was a story from the fire halls. In the training fields he would call out when he was setting up a shot, and distracting him.

Today practicing swords he yelled at this trainer that day when he was disarmed and on the ground.

"You... You... Be nice, you Dudley, Orc butt. Estel you fine?" The fact that he was quivering on his crutches, his legs bounded up and his little face held such concern was too much for his pride. As if he would need the protection of a child that was barely standing, and not even reaching his hip.

"Would leave you me alone! Go find Erestor or Glorfindel they are willing to listen to you ramble at them. I do not want you to bother me." He finally lost his temper and stormed away ignoring the tears that soon were pouring down his cheeks.

Here he was finally away from Harry. Hunting with his brothers, and it was peaceful once again. Harry was such a cute child he could not deny that. Learning as much as he could. Estel recalled his lessons and avoiding them in every imaginable way. He even tried to sneak out with a patrol when he was little, at eleven he really should have known he could not hide the whole time, or at all. He got to the edge of the town and the bridge leading into the valley. When the Head thank him for the escort and told the income elves to escort him back. He cleaned stalls every morning for a week, for that.

"Estel he is but a child. You are the only one, not fully grown, should he not try to look up to you? Whom else would he focus on." Elrohir asked

"He adores Lord Glorfindel yet he does not say his name correctly nor even try to. Does he not realize how disrespectful that is?"

"Findel' is what he was called by Harry while in great pain, that he would use the name he associates with his main comfort, is not disrespectful. Even you as a child shorted our names. He will outgrow this as you did." Elrohir persisted. He very much wanted his little brother to show patients with him.

"Could he not interrupt my lessons though? I must become more proficient if I am ever to join the Rangers."

"You have several years left to train and be at least twenty before you will go alone." Elladon put in.

The reminder that he would not be grown any time soon still did not appease him. He dreamed of the day that he would take his place protecting people from the dangers that grew every day. He overheard that there were wargs outside Rivendell. They belonged nearly exclusively to the east and south of the Misty Mountains. They speculated that it must have been driven out by the war not long passed. He could see himself killing the monster, his father's pride when he did. Harry in attempting to come to his defense just reminded him that he would not be realizing that dream anytime soon.

Elladon could see that Estel would not be coming to care for the child with their encouragement. He did not attempt to convince him otherwise. Instead he recall them to the hunt at hoped that he would change his mind. The way Glorfindel look at the child he could not see Harry leaving any time in the near future. Harry had a place in Rivendell, the question was where else would he be welcome, and who would be his guardian? Both himself and Elrohir hope their Ada would claim the child.

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"Estel is pig." He told Glorfidel. They were back in the Rooms of Healing. His legs had started hurting again, he had not notice at the time but he had jumped to his feet, and not using the crutches as he was shown how to use.

"He is young. Wanting to be grown and frustrated that he is no longer a child nor grown man"

"No, Estel is pig. I want friend and he look me… horse apples, he thinks I horse apple." Elrond had given him more tea for hurting, and Glorfindel held him on his lap.

Try as they might Glorfindel nor Elornd could convince him to give Estel another chance. When they saw it did nothing but make him cry and they could hear the glasses on the table vibrating, so they stopped. The main care givers could know often settle Harry before his magic lashed out. It was trial and error most often an object would move or a brief breeze in a room. So far he worst thing they had seen happen was blankets hitting Elladon in the head while trying to get a sleepy fussy little boy down for a nap. The shock on his face when it happened let the understanding he did not have complete control and he was often punished.

"Our guest will be arriving next week. I believe they will be excited to meet you." Glorindel changed the subject.

"Why?"

"No one has ever met a Maia child."

"What Maia?"

"A person that makes magic. They look as old men, One Maiar name Olórin or Gandalf, travels all over often causing mischief or dispensing wisdom. The Brown Wizard is well known for his gift with animals."

"My Marbles, I not old."

"You are a special child. Maia or not, a council will be held to decide the best life for you." Elrond joined in.

That did not sound good to Harry. Uncle Vernon often said "Go to your cupboard till I think of the best thing for you." That could not be right Elves did not get mad at him, when his magic acted out on its own. Everybody liked the Marbles. Even the pig, Estel like to watch him make animals out of light. His first marble worked best. It no longer just make light anymore it made shapes and colors. He could make pictures move like real animals, but he only played with them at night. During the day he tried to figure out what the rest did and hadn't had much luck so far.

Harry decided not to ask any more questions. He was not getting answers he like so better not ask.

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Night came, dinner was served and hours after the incident his left leg was throbbing. It was close to bed time, and Estel kept making fun, treating him like he was a baby, called him little. Then carried him away from the table like a baby not on his hip like ever ones else did.

Estel was the new Dudley in his life. A spoiled, rotten, bully,that made fun of him. Harry wished his legs would hurry up then he could kick him in the shin. Every one gathered around and talked.

"I recall my first pony Harry it was blond with white mane and tail." Estel said. GLorfindel had said that he would look for a pony for him after his legs healed. After a while of thinking, he decided perhaps he was too hard on Harry. He tried to show he was sorry by carrying him from dinner but he could not hold him as usual, he had bruised his hip slipping on some wet leaves while hunting.

"I want a brown pony then." was Harry replied

"Would you like your marbles Harry?" Estle asked hoping to get a conversation going with him.

"No"

"Would you like a story? I could tell you about my first hunt?"

"I no like Hunt. Dudley Harry Hunt, it hurt."

"Harry hunt? Did someone chase you is that how you came to be injured?"

"No."

"Who is Dudley?" He recalled the name; Harry called his sparring partner from that afternoon.

Harry ignored that question, looking out the window. He was not going to try to be friends any more. If he wanted to be friends he would have said sorry first. Then not treat him like a baby, he was six.

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"I foresee a problem coming" Erestor said watching the youngest persons in the Imladris.

"They need to work this out. I would not have them fighting at every turn." Elrond replied.

Glorfindel watched a bit "Yes, being friend would be best. I however think that Estle's actions today may have reminded Harry of some past hurt. It will take a while for Harry to desire a relationship."

"True I heard him earlier. It will take more than words form Estel. He will need to show him. After Harry is laid to rest, I shall speak with him."

"My lords I believe Harry is ….Too late.

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"Would you like me to take you to see the fish tomorrow? I saw how you admired the a few days ago. I think the weather would be nice."

"No."

Estel could not get Harry to talk to him. Every subject was ignored or given a negative response.

"Harry why are you so upset. I forgive you for this afternoon."

He forgave Harry. 'I forgive you Harry.' As if Harry did something wrong. Harry was the one who was hurting. Harry was the one that wanted to be friends. Harry was the one that tried. Harry was not the one that told him to go away. Now, Harry was leaving him alone and he wouldn't leave Harry alone.

"I no talk Estel. You mean, I no talk you."

"That was a poorly made sentence. I know you can do better."

"Go there" Harry said pointing to the farthest corner from him.

"Can we not try to get along. I was poorly behaved today" Estel still didn't move. Instead he sat down, on the floor giving the impression of staying a while.

"Go away."

"Not until we can try to be friends again. You are a small child that just needs to learn when not to interrupt"

"GO AWAY"

Estel did a breeze caught him. Sliding him across the slick floor, hit the wall, which caused books tumble off the shelf and onto his head.

Before Harry caught on to the fact that he hurt Elrond's son. He was up out of his chair, and the room.

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When the laughter died down, Estel stood up place to books back, taking the chair that Harry had been in.

"I think I made progress."

"No, My son, I think you frustrated a small, hurting, tired child"

"What do you mean hurting. You said the breaks were causing him no more pain. As long as he tread carefully and put little weight on them he would be fine."

"When he tried to defend you, he was not careful, jarring his left leg, it will set him back for a time."

"Harry will be well again correct. I mean there will be permanent reproductions will there?"

"No, Estel, peace we just have to keep a close watch on him. Youth are not always careful. Fixing a break takes time. With due care he shall be well."

The lesson was not lost on him. Harry tried to be his friend, with a few curt words he broke the child trust. He would take care in the future not to hurt the little boy.

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"I sorry, I sorry I didn't hurt him"

Harry continued in the same vane for several minute in his native tongue.

Glorfindel just held on as he did the first night. Rocking and signing till Harry stopped. When he finally came back to himself. He was given a wet clothe to clean his face. Changed into his night clothes and tucked into bed.

"Rest easy child. We know no permanent harm has come to Estle. All is forgiven. I heard you request to be given space and he did not. No punishment will come to you. I also know as you grow this power will come under control. Elves are given strength, ears, eyes, and some other gifts, do not think we have not erred while learning control."

"You to?"

"Yes I also have made mistakes, So peace to you. You are tired and I can tell you leg pains you again."

"Sleep Tea" Harry huffed, but put up now more fight.

"Would you like to see my home tomorrow? I would have you visit, with me. We have kept you here to be close to the Healing Rooms. I feel perhaps you could do with an excursion." most of it was lost to Harry but going to see his favorites elf's house. Harry however was to drained form magic and sleep tea, to make a reply, settled for listening to Glorfidel tell him all about his home.