Whoa whoa whoa.slow down JediknightBalthasar. Breath! One..
two.one.two..feeling better yet? Okay then, first of all
1. The Elf's name is Caycayal and not Cayal, so you don't have anything to worry about.
2. The reason why they are treating Estel in this manner is because they hate mortals.
3. Why do they hate mortals? Well that will come up later in the story.
4. Are they taught as children that mortals have no heart and destroy the land, for the most part yes.
5. As for the treatment making the children hateful, well no not really, just scared. Then again there may be a few children who are hateful, but as far as I know there are none.
6. Yes there is a mix of gender, and with what happens when they grow up.well that's getting a little too far ahead of ourselves at the moment.
7. Yes the mortals are allowed to sleep, and they are feed, but not very much are very well, you'll see this in upcoming chapters ( no, no poison, I promise)
8. And no, this is nothing like the Holocaust, I swear!! The Holocaust was a dark time in our history, and I am not trying to bring it back in any way, shape or form. And I am sorry if I made you think that I was. : o(
9. And yes, you did say that they were meanies before.
All righty then, I think I got all those questions answered.
Anita- it's good to know that you wont beat Caycayal, he has enough on his mind now, and he shouldn't have to worry about a fellow author who wants to wring his neck. :o) As for pronouncing his name, you were close, except that the C's are soft, like S's, so it is Say-Say-Al, as stated in the disclaimer chapter. I really shouldn't have put it there, since I doubt anyone reads it. You'll learn soon enough that I enjoy creating difficult names for my characters. It's who I am *Grin* :o)
arabella thorne -interesting way of putting it-a deranged village of mortal hating elves. LOL. I never thought of it that way! And yes Caycayal is a softy, and well, yes he is headed for trouble..oh my, I've said too much already. ;o)
ThE iNsAnE oNe- mucho gracias, Soy agradecido puesto que tu repasar- okay, I've only had five weeks of Spanish, so forgive me if that is incorrect. ;o)
If I forgot anyone, I'm SORRY! I'm trying to do the best in answering questions and comments. It seems as though my responses are getting a little longer, what do you think?
I don't know what I will do, I might use Cassia's idea and post all of this at the bottom, but I don't know. For those of you who do read Cassia's and Sio's stories (And for all of you who don't, what the heck are you sitting around for! Go and read right now!!!{After my story that is. :o)}) You've seen the difference, so let me know what way you think is better, and I'll side with the majority. ;o)
Onto the story then shall we?
"Many of us stayed walled because we are afraid of being hurt. We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all."
Eleanor Roosevelt
Chapter 7: The Search Begins
With a heavy sigh Estel dropped down onto the small mat that had been provided for him. Around him he could hear the other children talking quietly, and he shook his head slightly. How did they have they energy to talk?
Besides his mat was a small tray with food. All that was there was a sandwich, an apple and a glass of water. Touching the bread softly he found it hard. The edges of the bread had turned slightly green in color. Lifting the two pieces apart he found a small slab of cheese thrown inside. He made a slight face as the rotting odor floated into his nostrils.
Casting the sandwich aside he picked up the apple. It seemed to be fine, and a small bite proved him right. Slowly he ate the apple, as if he had not enough strength. Once finished he drank the water that was provided and lay down, closing his eyes.
He was almost asleep when a slight tap on his shoulder disturbed him. Opening his eyes he saw a boy, older than he was, watching him.
"What?" Estel asked, wondering what was so important that the boy had to keep him awake.
"Are you going to eat that?" he asked softly, indicating the sandwich that still sat on Estel's tray.
Estel shook his head softly, and the boy snatched it up quickly, taking a quick bite out of it. Estel grimaced at the boy's actions. How hungry could someone have to be in order to eat rotten food willingly? It was the last thought he had before sleep took him.
*****
It was not long before the twins were up on their feet again. Elladan insisted that they go looking for their younger brother as soon as he could stand. Elrond could only laugh at his son's persistence, but it was with a heavy heart.
Nearly a week had passed since the incident, and their still had been no sign of Estel. For some part it showed that Estel might very well be alive. After all his body had not been found, and that gave the smallest amount of hope.
As soon as he was sure that his sons were fine, he allowed them to go. Now that he was not needed, he too left in search for his youngest sons.
"Check with the nearby villages, perhaps he has wandered their, or someone found him, and brought him home with them." Elrond told them.
"That doesn't make any sense," Elladan said softly as he and his brother left Rivendell. "If Estel found his way to one of the villages, wouldn't someone have brought him back to Rivendell? Or at least notify us if he was found."
Elrohir nodded, "Yes, that does seem odd. But you must remember that he is still very much a youth and most people do not believe in young tongues. Besides, he could be anywhere."
"Yes, I know. Let us go find him, and keep our hopes high throughout the day. The sun shines bright, let us make haste."
*********
Estel woke in sometime in the night to quiet voices. He opened his eyes and sat up slowly, his entire body was on fire, and his muscles throbbed in irritating pain.
The kids in the corner saw his movements and invited him over quickly. Glancing out the small window he could see that dawn was near.
He stumbled over and sat down besides the other three, holding his swaying head in his hands.
"You're the new kid huh?" one of them asked.
Estel nodded, lifting his head up.
The girl next to the first kid spoke up. Her hair was a dirty brown and hung around her shoulders, and she carried a solemn smile. "You get used to the work after a while, it's what we were made to do."
Estel glanced at her slowly, "Who told you that?"
"Them," she answered, shrugging her shoulders as if it was an obvious question. "My name is Rehana, and this," she said, sticking her thumb at the boy next to her, "Is Tyson."
"And I am Jovel," the third one said.
Estel nodded softly, reaming quiet until he noticed the three pairs of eyes watching him. "I'm Estel," he said quickly, blushing when he realized what they were waiting for.
Any further conversation was interrupted when the door swung open.
"All right, wake up. Time to get to work." The guard yelled, roughly pulling a few sleeping children to their feet.
"Meet us tonight, we have things to talk about, we must not be seen together, it will only land us in more trouble," Rehana warned quietly as she quickly departed. The others followed her suit, Estel following only moments later.
Tonight they would talk. Then perhaps he could learn a little more of his fate.
TBC..
Short Post Again!! Sorry, school has kept me moving pretty good lately. I'll try and to post again soon!
1. The Elf's name is Caycayal and not Cayal, so you don't have anything to worry about.
2. The reason why they are treating Estel in this manner is because they hate mortals.
3. Why do they hate mortals? Well that will come up later in the story.
4. Are they taught as children that mortals have no heart and destroy the land, for the most part yes.
5. As for the treatment making the children hateful, well no not really, just scared. Then again there may be a few children who are hateful, but as far as I know there are none.
6. Yes there is a mix of gender, and with what happens when they grow up.well that's getting a little too far ahead of ourselves at the moment.
7. Yes the mortals are allowed to sleep, and they are feed, but not very much are very well, you'll see this in upcoming chapters ( no, no poison, I promise)
8. And no, this is nothing like the Holocaust, I swear!! The Holocaust was a dark time in our history, and I am not trying to bring it back in any way, shape or form. And I am sorry if I made you think that I was. : o(
9. And yes, you did say that they were meanies before.
All righty then, I think I got all those questions answered.
Anita- it's good to know that you wont beat Caycayal, he has enough on his mind now, and he shouldn't have to worry about a fellow author who wants to wring his neck. :o) As for pronouncing his name, you were close, except that the C's are soft, like S's, so it is Say-Say-Al, as stated in the disclaimer chapter. I really shouldn't have put it there, since I doubt anyone reads it. You'll learn soon enough that I enjoy creating difficult names for my characters. It's who I am *Grin* :o)
arabella thorne -interesting way of putting it-a deranged village of mortal hating elves. LOL. I never thought of it that way! And yes Caycayal is a softy, and well, yes he is headed for trouble..oh my, I've said too much already. ;o)
ThE iNsAnE oNe- mucho gracias, Soy agradecido puesto que tu repasar- okay, I've only had five weeks of Spanish, so forgive me if that is incorrect. ;o)
If I forgot anyone, I'm SORRY! I'm trying to do the best in answering questions and comments. It seems as though my responses are getting a little longer, what do you think?
I don't know what I will do, I might use Cassia's idea and post all of this at the bottom, but I don't know. For those of you who do read Cassia's and Sio's stories (And for all of you who don't, what the heck are you sitting around for! Go and read right now!!!{After my story that is. :o)}) You've seen the difference, so let me know what way you think is better, and I'll side with the majority. ;o)
Onto the story then shall we?
"Many of us stayed walled because we are afraid of being hurt. We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all."
Eleanor Roosevelt
Chapter 7: The Search Begins
With a heavy sigh Estel dropped down onto the small mat that had been provided for him. Around him he could hear the other children talking quietly, and he shook his head slightly. How did they have they energy to talk?
Besides his mat was a small tray with food. All that was there was a sandwich, an apple and a glass of water. Touching the bread softly he found it hard. The edges of the bread had turned slightly green in color. Lifting the two pieces apart he found a small slab of cheese thrown inside. He made a slight face as the rotting odor floated into his nostrils.
Casting the sandwich aside he picked up the apple. It seemed to be fine, and a small bite proved him right. Slowly he ate the apple, as if he had not enough strength. Once finished he drank the water that was provided and lay down, closing his eyes.
He was almost asleep when a slight tap on his shoulder disturbed him. Opening his eyes he saw a boy, older than he was, watching him.
"What?" Estel asked, wondering what was so important that the boy had to keep him awake.
"Are you going to eat that?" he asked softly, indicating the sandwich that still sat on Estel's tray.
Estel shook his head softly, and the boy snatched it up quickly, taking a quick bite out of it. Estel grimaced at the boy's actions. How hungry could someone have to be in order to eat rotten food willingly? It was the last thought he had before sleep took him.
*****
It was not long before the twins were up on their feet again. Elladan insisted that they go looking for their younger brother as soon as he could stand. Elrond could only laugh at his son's persistence, but it was with a heavy heart.
Nearly a week had passed since the incident, and their still had been no sign of Estel. For some part it showed that Estel might very well be alive. After all his body had not been found, and that gave the smallest amount of hope.
As soon as he was sure that his sons were fine, he allowed them to go. Now that he was not needed, he too left in search for his youngest sons.
"Check with the nearby villages, perhaps he has wandered their, or someone found him, and brought him home with them." Elrond told them.
"That doesn't make any sense," Elladan said softly as he and his brother left Rivendell. "If Estel found his way to one of the villages, wouldn't someone have brought him back to Rivendell? Or at least notify us if he was found."
Elrohir nodded, "Yes, that does seem odd. But you must remember that he is still very much a youth and most people do not believe in young tongues. Besides, he could be anywhere."
"Yes, I know. Let us go find him, and keep our hopes high throughout the day. The sun shines bright, let us make haste."
*********
Estel woke in sometime in the night to quiet voices. He opened his eyes and sat up slowly, his entire body was on fire, and his muscles throbbed in irritating pain.
The kids in the corner saw his movements and invited him over quickly. Glancing out the small window he could see that dawn was near.
He stumbled over and sat down besides the other three, holding his swaying head in his hands.
"You're the new kid huh?" one of them asked.
Estel nodded, lifting his head up.
The girl next to the first kid spoke up. Her hair was a dirty brown and hung around her shoulders, and she carried a solemn smile. "You get used to the work after a while, it's what we were made to do."
Estel glanced at her slowly, "Who told you that?"
"Them," she answered, shrugging her shoulders as if it was an obvious question. "My name is Rehana, and this," she said, sticking her thumb at the boy next to her, "Is Tyson."
"And I am Jovel," the third one said.
Estel nodded softly, reaming quiet until he noticed the three pairs of eyes watching him. "I'm Estel," he said quickly, blushing when he realized what they were waiting for.
Any further conversation was interrupted when the door swung open.
"All right, wake up. Time to get to work." The guard yelled, roughly pulling a few sleeping children to their feet.
"Meet us tonight, we have things to talk about, we must not be seen together, it will only land us in more trouble," Rehana warned quietly as she quickly departed. The others followed her suit, Estel following only moments later.
Tonight they would talk. Then perhaps he could learn a little more of his fate.
TBC..
Short Post Again!! Sorry, school has kept me moving pretty good lately. I'll try and to post again soon!