A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed, you guys rock! Aw I feel so loved! Oh yeah I forgot to do one of these at the beginning. Anyways, this is officially my THIRD serious fic. Scary, isn't it? Anyways, there may be a lot of discrepancies, but they are on purpose, so don't worry. Oh and for those who have asked, Estel's age is undefined, but he's roughly 14.
Disclaimer: I no longer own the fellowship. I sold them to buy chocolate.
Estel had been eavesdropping all afternoon on his father and the woman, whose name he had discovered was Gilraen, but all he had heard was a lot of talk about him, and a heated argument about whether or not to tell him something. And so, as Estel sat down to eat dinner, his young mind was swamped with questions. He was soon joined by his brothers, who were playfully arguing over whether or not you could taste the colour green.
"Who's Gilraen?" Estel asked suddenly. Both of the twins stopped in mid-sentence. Elladan's eyes narrowed.
"Why?"
"She came to visit Ada."
Elladan and Elrohir both looked very troubled.
"When?"
"This morning."
Elrohir looked at Elladan.
"It can't be her. It's too soon. She-"
Elladan quickly silenced his twin with a look. The twins stood up and excused themselves from the table, leaving Estel with more questions than he started with.
She's having an affair with Elrond, Estel thought as he walked along the long hallways. Or she's from Mirkwood and she's come to arrest me for that time I locked Thranduil out of his house for a week. Or maybe she's Amaïtcha's sister…….
Many possibilities as to the identity of the mysterious Gilraen flowed through his head, each making him more nervous than the last. After what seemed like a lifetime, Estel finally arrived at his father's study, shaking at the thought of what awaited him. He slowly opened the door and entered.
The first thing Estel noticed as he stepped into the room was the lack of order about the place. Elrond's study was never the neatest of places, but it always had the appearance of order. Now though, the room was in a state of upheaval. Books lay scattered across the floor. Glass crunched under Estel's feet as he walked over a shattered vase. A half-empty bottle of miruvor lay on its side on the desk, its contents pooling on the floor. Estel shivered as a cold breeze blew through the room. He turned towards the window and found Elrond standing there at the open window, oblivious to the night chill.
"Ada?" he asked. There was no response. Elrond kept staring out the window, lost on thought. Estel picked a chair up from the floor and sat down on it. On the other side of the room, Gilraen was intently watching the floor. Estel glared at her. She suddenly seemed to notice his gaze, looked up and smiled at him. Estel continued to glare back. Whatever was happening, he knew it was her fault.
"Estel I have something to tell you," Elrond said quietly, turning away from the window. Estel smiled at the serious tone in his father's voice, but his face fell when he saw the look on Elrond's face. It was one of sheer wretchedness.
"It might sound strange and a little confusing to you; you might not even believe it; but I swear to Eru it's the truth."
Elrond began pacing the room, watching the ground as he did.
"You're not who you think you are. Gilraen is, in fact, your mother."
Estel opened his mouth to say something, but Elrond interrupted him before he could say anything.
"No, it's not what you're thinking. I did not have an affair with her. The-the truth is-"
Estel heard Elrond's voice break; saw him try to compose himself and fail. Elrond stopped pacing, sighed shakily and looked Estel straight in the eye.
"The truth is Estel, you're not my son," he began slowly. "Your real name is Aragorn; your father's name was Arathorn. He was the Chief of the Dunedain, which in turn makes you the Chief. You are also heir to the throne of Gondor; you're Isildur's heir."
Estel was shocked. HE was Isildur's heir?! But he had no time to think about it; Elrond was babbling away now.
"-and he was slain when you were only two. Gilraen was scared they would kill you too, so she brought to you here and I looked after you and –"
But Estel was no longer listening. He was filled with utter contempt for this lying scumbag. He couldn't bear to listen to him anymore. He stormed out of the room.
Estel stepped out into the night and slammed the door behind him. Elrond followed him cautiously.
"Estel, I'm sorry but-"
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Estel demanded.
"We were scared at first, scared that Sauron would find you; we didn't want anyone to know who you were-"
"You could've told me!"
"I wanted to, but I was scared. I was scared, Estel, I didn't was to lose you. I couldn't help it; you were so adorable and I just couldn't; I didn't want to hurt you; I loved you; I still love you-"
"No you don't," Eddy said coldly. "You don't lie to the ones you love. No. You only lie to the ones you despise; the one's you want to strike and beat and maim until they cry out for mercy, but by then you don't care, you just want to hurt them as much as they've hurt-"
"Eddy-"
"-but I don't care. Because you're not my father and I-"
"Eddy-"
"I HATE YOU!!!" Estel screamed suddenly,
each word dripping with malice and hatred.
Elrond froze. A single tear
rolled down his cheek. Suddenly Estel
realized how much he had hurt Elrond, but he couldn't care, he was too enraged,
and soon he was running, running, not caring where he was going as long as he
got the hell away from him.
