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means thoughts.
" " means Elvish. "~ ~" means the language the Dunedain establish. Unless otherwise stated, everything else is in the Common Tongue.
Adar means Father, Ada means daddy. Okay? That established. . .
"Come on 'Rohir!" the young boy called. The twins Elladan and Elrohir smiled at each other. They loved their brother.
The boy, Estel, wasn't really their brother, they believed. They had found him while they were out riding and brought him home. He'd barely been a month old. However, he had been just the thing needed to get their Adar stimulated again. The boy was Elven, fifteen, tall for his age, with night- dark hair and bright blue eyes. His skin was tanner than an Elf's should be, though, which slightly concerned the twins and their father. Estel was so full of life, the twins were constantly chasing after him to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Sometimes, though, they were plagued with doubt. He seemed so much like the other. . .
Adar, Lord Elrond, had named him Estel for the simple reason that the boy was his hope. This young child had brought hope back into the lives of those in Rivendell. Shortly after the child had been brought in, Celebrian, Elrond's beloved wife had returned to him. Arwen and Legolas had confessed their love for each other and were now happily married. It seemed as though nothing horrible had ever happened to those who lived in Rivendell. Sometimes, though. . .
Late that night, Estel woke up, screaming. He panted, looking around, trying to get his bearings. What was going on? What was happening?
Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Celebrian, and Legolas all poked their heads in.
"Estel?" Lord Elrond inquired. "Are you all right?"
"Adar?" he said uncertainly. "I had a dream. . .Why. . .Where. . . What's going on? Why is everything so dark? Aren't there any lights at all?"
This concerned Elrond, so he entered the room and walked over to the shaken boy. "Tell me about your dream," he said soothingly.
"It was about a man," began the young Elf. "He was tall, taller than 'Rohir even. He had deep sapphire eyes, and he was fighting. This dark thing came up behind him and he swung to meet it. He tried to bring up his sword, but the dark thing was quicker. It bit into him and his light went out. What does it mean?"
Elrond was shocked. How could he know? How could he know what had happened that day? No one had ever spoken of it to him. He could see the others were just as shocked. He'd have to comfort the boy, then.
"It's all right, Estel," he said. It was just a dream. Nothing to be worried about why don't you. . ."
He was interrupted by a moan coming from the youth. What was wrong? "Estel?" he asked softly. "Are you all right little one?"
"No," he said. "Not anymore." He quickly got up and ran to the balcony, which he jumped off of. All watching gasped in shock. Elladan and Elrohir ran over to the edge and saw that he'd pulled off a spectacular acrobatic stunt which got him safely to the ground. All ran off in pursuit.
Legolas took off on foot while Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir got horses. The women stayed home in case he came back.
Legolas followed the light footprints Estel had left. He was a very light boy, not to mention an Elf, so they were hard to see. Finally, he heard the boy walking ahead. He signaled to Elrond and the twins and stepped into the clearing. Estel was sitting against a tree, muttering to himself.
"Estel," Legolas said softly.
"Go away," he said harshly.
"What's wrong Estel?" he asked. Then Elrond and the twins entered. They got off their horses and approached the young boy quietly.
"Estel," Elrond said, "it's okay. It was only a dream."
"No, you don't understand," he said standing, hiding his eyes.
"It was just an image your unconscious mind came up with," Elrond said calmly. I wonder how, he thought.
Finally Estel looked up. "Was it?" he asked.
All stared in shock. Instead of the bright blue they were used to, the eyes that looked at them were deep sapphire. Aragorn's eyes.
Estel, Aragorn, looked at the people he'd lived with for fifteen years of this life. In most eyes he saw shock, horror. Then he looked at Elrond. He saw shock, horror, pain, sorrow. . .hatred. The one person he'd expected to understand hated him for what he was. Without knowing what he was doing, without consciously thinking, he turned and ran.
"Legolas!" Elrond called as he saw his foster son, the boy he loved as his own, turn and run. Legolas took off after him.
Aragorn ran hard. He heard Legolas pursuing him. He was almost there. . . He leaped off the side of the trench. It used to be a river. He started running down it and heard a sound that was music to his ears. "Halbarad!" he called.
The Ranger stepped out of the bushes, and caught the young boy in a hug. He drew his sword and pointed it at the approaching Elf. "The boy belongs to the Dunedain now, Elf. He has nothing to do with Rivendell anymore. Tell the Elf Lord that." Legolas ran off.
"It's all right, Aragorn," Halbarad told the softly sobbing boy. "You're home now. Come on." The man and the boy who's life had been so changed in one short hour walked off together.
"I'm sorry," Legolas told Elrond after he finished telling what had happened.
Elrond closed his eyes and whispered one word. "Estel."
means thoughts.
" " means Elvish. "~ ~" means the language the Dunedain establish. Unless otherwise stated, everything else is in the Common Tongue.
Adar means Father, Ada means daddy. Okay? That established. . .
"Come on 'Rohir!" the young boy called. The twins Elladan and Elrohir smiled at each other. They loved their brother.
The boy, Estel, wasn't really their brother, they believed. They had found him while they were out riding and brought him home. He'd barely been a month old. However, he had been just the thing needed to get their Adar stimulated again. The boy was Elven, fifteen, tall for his age, with night- dark hair and bright blue eyes. His skin was tanner than an Elf's should be, though, which slightly concerned the twins and their father. Estel was so full of life, the twins were constantly chasing after him to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Sometimes, though, they were plagued with doubt. He seemed so much like the other. . .
Adar, Lord Elrond, had named him Estel for the simple reason that the boy was his hope. This young child had brought hope back into the lives of those in Rivendell. Shortly after the child had been brought in, Celebrian, Elrond's beloved wife had returned to him. Arwen and Legolas had confessed their love for each other and were now happily married. It seemed as though nothing horrible had ever happened to those who lived in Rivendell. Sometimes, though. . .
Late that night, Estel woke up, screaming. He panted, looking around, trying to get his bearings. What was going on? What was happening?
Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Celebrian, and Legolas all poked their heads in.
"Estel?" Lord Elrond inquired. "Are you all right?"
"Adar?" he said uncertainly. "I had a dream. . .Why. . .Where. . . What's going on? Why is everything so dark? Aren't there any lights at all?"
This concerned Elrond, so he entered the room and walked over to the shaken boy. "Tell me about your dream," he said soothingly.
"It was about a man," began the young Elf. "He was tall, taller than 'Rohir even. He had deep sapphire eyes, and he was fighting. This dark thing came up behind him and he swung to meet it. He tried to bring up his sword, but the dark thing was quicker. It bit into him and his light went out. What does it mean?"
Elrond was shocked. How could he know? How could he know what had happened that day? No one had ever spoken of it to him. He could see the others were just as shocked. He'd have to comfort the boy, then.
"It's all right, Estel," he said. It was just a dream. Nothing to be worried about why don't you. . ."
He was interrupted by a moan coming from the youth. What was wrong? "Estel?" he asked softly. "Are you all right little one?"
"No," he said. "Not anymore." He quickly got up and ran to the balcony, which he jumped off of. All watching gasped in shock. Elladan and Elrohir ran over to the edge and saw that he'd pulled off a spectacular acrobatic stunt which got him safely to the ground. All ran off in pursuit.
Legolas took off on foot while Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir got horses. The women stayed home in case he came back.
Legolas followed the light footprints Estel had left. He was a very light boy, not to mention an Elf, so they were hard to see. Finally, he heard the boy walking ahead. He signaled to Elrond and the twins and stepped into the clearing. Estel was sitting against a tree, muttering to himself.
"Estel," Legolas said softly.
"Go away," he said harshly.
"What's wrong Estel?" he asked. Then Elrond and the twins entered. They got off their horses and approached the young boy quietly.
"Estel," Elrond said, "it's okay. It was only a dream."
"No, you don't understand," he said standing, hiding his eyes.
"It was just an image your unconscious mind came up with," Elrond said calmly. I wonder how, he thought.
Finally Estel looked up. "Was it?" he asked.
All stared in shock. Instead of the bright blue they were used to, the eyes that looked at them were deep sapphire. Aragorn's eyes.
Estel, Aragorn, looked at the people he'd lived with for fifteen years of this life. In most eyes he saw shock, horror. Then he looked at Elrond. He saw shock, horror, pain, sorrow. . .hatred. The one person he'd expected to understand hated him for what he was. Without knowing what he was doing, without consciously thinking, he turned and ran.
"Legolas!" Elrond called as he saw his foster son, the boy he loved as his own, turn and run. Legolas took off after him.
Aragorn ran hard. He heard Legolas pursuing him. He was almost there. . . He leaped off the side of the trench. It used to be a river. He started running down it and heard a sound that was music to his ears. "Halbarad!" he called.
The Ranger stepped out of the bushes, and caught the young boy in a hug. He drew his sword and pointed it at the approaching Elf. "The boy belongs to the Dunedain now, Elf. He has nothing to do with Rivendell anymore. Tell the Elf Lord that." Legolas ran off.
"It's all right, Aragorn," Halbarad told the softly sobbing boy. "You're home now. Come on." The man and the boy who's life had been so changed in one short hour walked off together.
"I'm sorry," Legolas told Elrond after he finished telling what had happened.
Elrond closed his eyes and whispered one word. "Estel."