The Truth Revealed

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It is now day, and Aragorn is dressing in the room that Kaywin had provided for him. It had been almost a month now since Kaywin rescued him, and several weeks since Adrowin and he had their little talk. His ankle is healing quite well, but is still tender to the touch. He is sure it will be healed enough for him to maybe leave for Rivendell in a week or so. The Man has just gotten his shirt on when there is a soft knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It is I, sir, Adrowin", a voice came from behind the door. "Come in", Aragorn says. The door opens slowly and Adrowin walks in.

After a while and Adrowin does not say a word, Aragorn inquires, "What is it that you want?"

Adrowin looks down at the floor and shuffles his feet. "You remember the talk we had a while ago?" Aragorn nods, "what of it?" When Adrowin does not answer his question, Aragorn kneels before the boy as to not seem threatening, "Adrowin, what do you know? Do you know who killed Legolas?"

Addrowin looks into Aragorn's eyes and nods. "Who is it", Aragorn asks. The boy shakes his head and looks back to the floor. Aragorn takes his chin into his cupped hand and raises his head.   

"Please", Aragorn says, eyes pleading.

Adrowin swallows hard, "remember I told you my father is a hunter?" Aragorn nods. Adrowin continues, "Well, he does not hunt animals."

Aragorn gives the young man a bewildered look.

Adrowin clarifies, "he hunts people, Elves mostly." Aragorn knows where this conversation is going to go now.

Adrowin licks his dry lips and continues, "ever since mother's death he has had a hatred for Elves, and I fear he killed your lover that night."

"Why did you not tell me this earlier."

"I was afraid you would do something to him. I so not like the things he does, but he still is my father."  

"It is all right, young one", Aragorn reassures.

Aragorn straightens back up and turns away so his back is to the young male.

Adrowin speaks up again, "And I fear he may kill you soon too." Aragorn looks down and curses in Elvish.

"Sir, if I may suggest, I think you should head to Rivendell as soon as you can."

Adrowin leaves Aragorn's room. He returns a moment later with a light brown sack. "Here use this, it is mine, but you can keep it." He hands the sack to Aragorn, who takes it and begins to stuff some clothes, a hunting knife he had brought on the trip, and other things.

Adrowin leaves the room again and returns with a couple of loafs of bread.

"Here take these."

Aragorn takes the loafs and slings the sack over his shoulder. He places a hand on the boy's shoulder, "come with me to Rivendell. You can meet the Elves." Adrowin does not have time to answer, for the sound of the front door opening is heard.

They both look towards that direction.

Adrowin speaks up, "father is home."  

TBC…

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