A/N: Hey! Here's yet another sequel, but this doesn't have much to do with Syrus or anything… mostly about Aragorn and Arwen and Legolas and Gwilith's kids. You really don't need to read the other to in order to understand this, all you really need to know is that Yrinvan is an orphan who was kind of "adopted" by Aragorn and Arwen. He died in the Salerna Laut, which is the time span when the company left Mirkwood to when they separated, half going back to Mirkwood, half to Gondor. It'll be good I hope. They have lots of issues with Yrinvan's death, and Zerameth and Laesien are engaged and… yeah, stuff like that. So it'll be good.
Son of Sauron Part III: The Seasons Past
Addrynnyn looked nervously to the boy on his left, then turned his concentration back to the target in front of him. He couldn't loose his focus. He couldn't afford to loose this archery competition.
A bead of sweat dropped from his brow as he intensely concentrated on the center of the target. Then, as best he could, the boy let go of the arrow and it flew straight forward… and missed the center of the target by no less than 6 inches.
The prince of Eriador threw his bow down to the ground in disgust as the judge announced his score. He didn't have much hope of winning anymore, not unless some miracle happened. But it would have to happen soon.
Legil-Galad, an elf and Addrynnyn's current competitor, smirked at Addrynnyn. But then, he couldn't take his assumed win as much, for since he was an elf he had better eyesight than the human prince and therefore also possessed a natural advantage. But just as well, he was an arrogant boy and smiled just the same in the face of the one who he was sure had lost to him.
"You have not won yet," Addrynnyn told him. "I suggest you don't begin to celebrate until you are sure."
"I was sure when I received the invitation," he replied. "You should have known that a mere mortal could never compete with an Elf."
Addrynnyn normally would have responded, but he felt that he could say nothing in return. Elves seemed superior to Men so many times that he was beginning to believe it himself, so he had no points to argue. But he was not the kind of boy who willingly took insults from others, so he tried to think of something to reply. Unfortunately, he came up with nothing.
"Your pride is your weakness, and that of all the Elven race," Addrynnyn tried, coming as close to an insult as he could.
"Your archery skills is yours," Legil-Galad replied, still smiling. Then, noticing that the targets had been moved back for the last time, he took an arrow out of his quiver and took aim. He shot it off, and missed the dead center of the target but still hit the center area. It was announced that he'd received a score that read 9/10.
Addrynnyn had by now given up all hope of winning this competition. He wanted so bad to beat an elf, just once, but it appeared as though he needed to train harder for next year. But he still had one more shot to take, so he pulled out his arrow and took aim, then fired it off much like the other one, and his score was announced 7/10. Legil-Galad had won.
"Maybe next year," the elf told him mockingly. "Sorry, mortal." Then he walked away to receive his trophy.
Addrynnyn looked to the ground in shame. He'd lost once again. He was possibly one of the greatest Man archers of his age group, but he couldn't compete with the elves, which were the only beings he competed with. He found competing with Men boring, for it seemed so easy for him to win. He enjoyed a challenge, which was why he was so focused on beating an elf. But it had never happened.
Zerameth stepped up to her betrothed and placed a smooth hand upon his shoulder. "Men were not meant to beat Elves," she told him quietly. He turned to look at her.
"Maybe not, but I plan to change everything. Do you think it can be done?"
"Elves excel at archery," Zerameth replied, trying her best to dodge the question. "Maybe you'd have a better chance at swords play."
"But the exact reason that I chose archery is because it is not generally Man's specialty. I plan to beat them at their own sport, don't you see?"
Zerameth shook her head. "Yes, but I stand by my statement. But you are too stubborn to see my point of view, so I suppose it does not matter. Come inside, my mother and father wish to talk about the wedding."
Addrynnyn nodded and walked with her inside of his home in Eriador. They went into a room that held Lord Aragorn and Lady Arwen, along with Addrynnyn's parents, Lord Carurcyn and Lady Norethiel. The four of them looked at the couple when they entered.
"How did you do?" Lord Carurcyn asked his son.
"I lost again," Addrynnyn replied. "But by less. I am making progress."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"When do you wish to have the wedding?" Lady Norethiel asked them. "We were thinking of the summer that Zerameth turns 20."
"Next year?" Zerameth asked. She nodded.
"Yes, what do you think?"
"I would love to get married in the summer."
Arwen smiled. "That is good to hear. And Laesien can get married the year after that, to the Prince of Rhûn."
"Oh," Lady Norethiel said, sounding pleasant. "Addrynnyn knows him. Addrynnyn, you remember Prince Tellyn, do you not?"
Her son nodded, remembering bitter memories. He'd always hated that boy. "Yes, mother, I do," he replied, not bothering to add how much he detested him.
" 'Tis an exciting boy," Norethiel stated. "Full of spirit."
Arwen smiled. "Yes, he is. And very mischievous. He reminds me of an old friend."
Aragorn smiled, too, because he had an idea of who she was thinking of. It was most likely Legolas when they were children, hundreds of years before he'd even been born. Arwen had told him stories of the situations her and Legolas had gotten into, the things which usually resulting in punishment, but sometimes not. He knew they were fond memories to her because of the twinkle in her eye that was always there when she told him about them, and the same twinkle was there now as well. She'd truly loved Legolas, but maybe more as a brother than anything else. Aragorn knew that she'd never loved Legolas as she loved him, so he had nothing to fear from the handsome elf. No, it was a different kind of love that she felt for Legolas, but it was love, just the same.
