Title: Thin
Disclaimer: I still do not own them I just borrow them from Tolkien for fun.
Summary: Estel tries to more elven.
A/N: Thanks to my beta! All reviews are welcome all flames wil be used to torture someone in my next fic.
Now on with the fic!
Chapter 2
The next day Estel walked into the field and met up with the elflings. "May we race again?" he said.
The other elves laughed at him but agreed. "Sure, if you wish to lose again." the oldest in the group said. Ready set go! Estel ran as fast as he could, but still lost the race. He did, however, not lose by much. A little disappointed he left the chuckling crowd. He was now more determined than ever to beat them. He went into the gardens and practiced until his father came out to call him to dinner.
"Estel, go inside your face is as red as a beet!"
"Yes Ada, sorry I lost track of time." Once again Estel came into the dining room. Hunger gnawed at him, but he wished to catch those elves more than anyone knew.
"Estel, eat." his father said and the look he gave him left no room for discussion. Estel filled his plate, but only ate a couple of bites. He slipped some it in his pockets when no one noticed. He had slipped so much into his pockets they were now bulging.
"Ada I am done, may I go now?"
Elrond looked at his son's plate and seeing it was almost empty relented. "Yes go ahead, but only for an hour or so then come back in." Elrond looked to the other two. "Does Estel seem to be acting strange to either of you?"
"Oh Ada, Estel always acts strange." Elladan said.
Outside Estel had taken the food from his pockets and thrown it in the bushes. "By the time for the race I will be as small as an elf, and I will win." he thought.
As night descended on them Estel was getting ready for bed. Elrond came in to tuck him in and Estel's stomach began to rumble from hunger once more.
"Estel, your stomach talks as if you have not eaten in days." Elrond laughed, for he did not know he had spoken the truth.
Estel just stood staring at his father. "Has he noticed?" Estel thought with fear.
As Estel crawled into bed Elrond looked at him. "Estel, you seem thinner," the elf lord said, "Perhaps it is all that running you have been doing."
"Yes Ada, that is probably it." Estel said, thanking the Valar his father did not know the real reason.
Poor little Estel what shall happen I wonder?
*cackles as she walks away*
Disclaimer: I still do not own them I just borrow them from Tolkien for fun.
Summary: Estel tries to more elven.
A/N: Thanks to my beta! All reviews are welcome all flames wil be used to torture someone in my next fic.
Now on with the fic!
Chapter 2
The next day Estel walked into the field and met up with the elflings. "May we race again?" he said.
The other elves laughed at him but agreed. "Sure, if you wish to lose again." the oldest in the group said. Ready set go! Estel ran as fast as he could, but still lost the race. He did, however, not lose by much. A little disappointed he left the chuckling crowd. He was now more determined than ever to beat them. He went into the gardens and practiced until his father came out to call him to dinner.
"Estel, go inside your face is as red as a beet!"
"Yes Ada, sorry I lost track of time." Once again Estel came into the dining room. Hunger gnawed at him, but he wished to catch those elves more than anyone knew.
"Estel, eat." his father said and the look he gave him left no room for discussion. Estel filled his plate, but only ate a couple of bites. He slipped some it in his pockets when no one noticed. He had slipped so much into his pockets they were now bulging.
"Ada I am done, may I go now?"
Elrond looked at his son's plate and seeing it was almost empty relented. "Yes go ahead, but only for an hour or so then come back in." Elrond looked to the other two. "Does Estel seem to be acting strange to either of you?"
"Oh Ada, Estel always acts strange." Elladan said.
Outside Estel had taken the food from his pockets and thrown it in the bushes. "By the time for the race I will be as small as an elf, and I will win." he thought.
As night descended on them Estel was getting ready for bed. Elrond came in to tuck him in and Estel's stomach began to rumble from hunger once more.
"Estel, your stomach talks as if you have not eaten in days." Elrond laughed, for he did not know he had spoken the truth.
Estel just stood staring at his father. "Has he noticed?" Estel thought with fear.
As Estel crawled into bed Elrond looked at him. "Estel, you seem thinner," the elf lord said, "Perhaps it is all that running you have been doing."
"Yes Ada, that is probably it." Estel said, thanking the Valar his father did not know the real reason.
Poor little Estel what shall happen I wonder?
*cackles as she walks away*