Young and the Senseless
Chapter 3: The Missing Link
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Estel had finally finished attending the horses and decided to begin to solve the clue of the stringy type hair. The only possible solution that he could think of was that it was horse hair. Because of its length it must have been from the tail. But that didn't help him much as the first clue led him to the saddles in the stables where he had found the next clue. It didn't make sense. *This isn't going to be as easy as I thought. It's going to take all my skills to decipher all these clues right.* Frustration grew in the ranger boy to its boiling point as the ranger boy searched all the stables that held the horses and searched them again. Still nothing out of the ordinary. No more clues or anything.
Estel had just finished his third search of the horse stables when he had the feeling of being watched again. But not the same feeling, he turned and saw Thirden staring at him and looking extremely amused.
"What do you think you are doing Estel? Surely you don't intend to try to memorise all the horses manure in their stables?" The older ranger laughed softly at his own joke.
"No I don't" said Estel feeling slightly defensive. "I was just looking for something."
"Like what?" Asked Thirden, thoroughly confused by the actions of the boy.
"Just ... Um..." Estel silently debated whether to tell the ranger everything. About the feelings on the track to Mirkwood palace, about the stones and the clearing with an extremely thick canopy and about the clues that had been left for him to follow. But then he decided against it, not wanting to seem too much like a child. "I lost my pin. And I thought it may have feel in one of these stables. But I haven't found it so I probably dropped it somewhere else." Smiling slightly and blushing uncontrollably.
"I didn't know that you had a pin." Thirden said clearly sceptical.
"I... Only just got it." Estel wondered if Thirden would know he was lying and force him to tell the truth.
"Ok then. What did it look like? Maybe I've seen it somewhere." *Estel, what are you not telling me? Something is wrong, I know it is. If he were any other boy he would have told me. Damn his stubbornness, I can only hope it's nothing too dangerous.* he thought helplessly.
"It's .. A leaf..A um.. Mallorn Leaf... Deep green.. with delicate methril surrounding the leaf and.. as the veins on the leaf." Estel said vaguely remembering the brooch he always wore when he dreamed of what the future would be like for him.
"I can't say that I've seen it, a leaf pin is common among the elves. But I do remember seeing several Mallorn shaped leaves at the clothing armoury within the palace. Maybe they could make you another one. Though methril seems more than you could afford." Thirden stared deep into the grey eyes of the boy as if he could mesmerise the boy to tell him the truth. But experience has told him that Estel doesn't give in easy and he has a stubborn streak longer then an elf's life.
"Yes thank you, I think I'll do that now. See you at dinner." Estel said in conclusion of the uncomfortable confrontation between himself and Thirden. Walking quickly, Estel hurried away from the stables to escape any further altercation with Thirden. Estel made his way to the clothing armoury within the palace to ask about the pin, should Thirden decide to check if he had gone there.
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Legolas sat perched in a tree outside the palace stables watching carefully as the boy entered the stables. *Absolutely amazing! He must be really dense; he walked straight past the next clue. This could take a while.* the prince sighed as he found a more comfortable position to wait for the ranger to finish his jobs so that he might see the clue on the way out. Just as he found a good position, he saw the ranger back track to where the saddles where, and the next clue. He watched as the ranger saw the strands of horse hair that he had positioned in plain view on a nail above his own saddle.
*What do you know? There's still hope for the boy.* Legolas decided to wait to see what the boy would do next. He leaned back against the tree and rested while the boy attended to the horses. *I wonder how he will interpret this clue.* Legolas wondered as he drifted into a light sleeping day-dream state.
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Estel knocked lightly on the door, wondering if anyone was going to be in at this time. As he was about to walk away, the door swung open to reveal a tall female elf. She looked to be around King Thranduil age. Her long brown hair flowed back from her head swaying softly from the rush of air produced from opening the door. Her forest green eyes looked down on him kindly but yet surprised.
"Greetings young ranger. Please, come in. How may I be of assistance to you?" The beautiful elf stepped aside to allow him to enter and quietly closed the door behind him.
"I was just wondering, if you could help me with a problem. I have recently misplaced a dear item of mine, a pin to hold my cloak, and I was wondering how much it would be to replace it." Estel said wondering if Thirden would come and ask the lady elf exactly what he had said.
"I have the widest range of cloak pins around Mirkwood. I have made them all myself. I'm sure that we can find a pin to replace your lost one." Said the lady elf smiling sweetly at the boy, while moving over to the stand that held a large collection of pins, varying in shape, size and colour.
"What did your lost pin look like?" said the lady elf kindly.
"A leaf. A Mallorn leaf with methril surrounding the leaf and as the veins on the leaf." Said Estel, silently praying that his dream pin wouldn't be his undoing.
"Seriously!" the lady elf laughed softly. "You must have gotten that from the woods of Lothlorien from Lady Galadriel. Many times have I heard of her dreams about such a pin. It sounded truly marvellous. But I'm afraid Lady Galadriel's craftsmanship us much more superior to my own. I dare not confine the beauty of such a piece. Unless you wish to be satisfied by my more humble pieces, I'm afraid you'll need to visit Lady Galadriel again." Estel listened to this with rapt attention, then seeing a gap in the conversation he choose to leave.
"Thank you for your assistance my lady, I shall heed your advice when next I meet Lady Galadriel." bowing slightly out of caution, Estel left the armoury. *Well.. That wasn't a complete waste of time.* having broken off any trace that Thirden could use to force him to reveal everything. He couldn't let that happen. Just as he was about to mindlessly walk around pondering over the next clue trusting his instincts to lead him wherever, he saw the elf prince Legolas walking towards him hailing for him to wait up.
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The elf prince saw the ranger boy leaving the stables and heading in the general direction of the archery range. *Amazing! He must be really brilliant to decipher the clue that fast! I might even learn something!* Climbing to the ground, he followed the ranger as he made his way to the archery range as well. As they approached the archery range, Legolas saw the ranger turn left, heading away from the range. *Where is he going? The next clue is at the range!* Legolas went to the equipment shed at the edge of the archery range and saw the ranger boy enter the clothing armoury. *Well, I gave him too much credit. I'll give him a hand with this one.* Resolved Legolas circling around the clothing armoury so that when the boy came out, Legolas could intercept him and invite him to the archery range.
After only a few minutes, Legolas saw the boy come out of the armoury. The prince then quickly walked into view of the boy and started to wave at him.
"Hey Estel!" said Legolas as he continued to stroll towards the waiting ranger boy. "Are you planning to visit the forest again today?" the prince inquired.
"No, not today. I was just going to do a bit of thinking." Said the young ranger in a distracted tone.
"Well, nothing helps me think better then a bit of exercise and some target practise. Would you care to accompany me to the archery range for some training?" Said the prince slightly raising his eye brows watching as the distracted look in the youth's face deserted him as the concept of training with the famous archer and elf prince came into full grasp.
"Y... Yes. I would be honoured too, my prince." The youth stuttered out as he realised what an honour it is to train beside royalty, and not just any royalty, the best archer in Mirkwood!
"Splendid! I shall have to see your archery skills for myself. I have spoken with Thirden and he has nothing but praise for your keen eye." said the elf prince as he watched the young ranger blushing madly at such praise. With Legolas slightly leading the way, the two walked towards the archery.
********************* *Two hours later*
"Well, I would have to say I thoroughly enjoyed myself, wouldn't you?" enquired the beaming elf to his completely exhausted mortal friend.
"Let's just say it's an experience I won't soon forget." Estel said as he remembered that he had never once hit the centre of a single target. He had come close to it on all of the targets, but didn't hit it dead centre. The elf prince on the other hand had hit every single target dead centre without fail.
"Come on Estel, you did well for a mortal on an elf designed archery course. Hit all the target's near centre. You might want to try locking your wrists before you release an arrow and don't try to force the arrow to hit the centre, try to guide it." Legolas said to give the boy something to mull over.
"Ok, I'll try that when I've gathered my wits again." Estel said barely able to stand pulling any more of his arrows from the targets as his shoulders screamed from over using them without stretching properly.
"Another reason why I was looking for you was that Lady Ravenne, the archery supervisor, has asked me to find you and give you this." He took out a box from his pack and handed it to Estel. "she said that some elf in a thick cloak completely wrapped up said that you had to get this as soon as possible. I was wondering around looking for you to ask if you wanted to train here when I found her and asked if she'd seen you, when she asked if I would give that to you when I found you I agreed as Lady Ravenne is quite busy looking after her niggling children." As Legolas said this, Estel was opening the box and saw a bottle of a dark liquid and another note. Pocketing the note quietly so the elf didn't see, Estel pulled out the bottle to get a closer look at it.
"What is it?" Legolas enquired.
"I'm .. Not sure .." Estel muttered truthfully.
"Open it up. Maybe you can guess that way." Legolas said eagerly.
"Ok." Estel pulled the stopper of it out and both elf and human were assaulted by a very overpowering smell.
"That's... Some very... Strong.. mead." Legolas managed to say through a series of coughs. Estel put the stopper back on the bottle and breathed in several times to rid his nostrils of the overpowering smell of the alcoholic drink. "Why did someone want to give you that for? You don't drink do you? Thirden wouldn't like that." The young prince observed quietly so no one overheard.
"No, I don't drink mead." Having an idea, Estel decided to enlist the help of Legolas to solve this clue, as all the other items lead him to the place where the clue originated from and that was where he found the next clue. *of course, the horse hair was to lead me to the archery range where I should have spoken to the supervisor, but she was busy so I didn't have to solve this clue, oh no, I should have thought of that earlier!* Estel told himself. "Where would someone get this type of mead? Somewhere in Mirkwood I mean."
*does this fool think I was born yesterday? Trying to get me to solve his clue for him, lazy mortals. Oh well, I'm growing tired of this game anyway, he is the luckiest mortal I know, he hasn't properly solved a single clue by himself.* "There is a cellar in the palace that holds most of Mirkwood's meads and other preserving beverages."
"Ok, I think I'll go see if I can find where this came from. Good bye Prince Legolas." Bowing slightly, the young ranger turned and hurried off to the palace mead cellar.
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After his informative talk with Legolas, Estel went straight to the palace cellar. He didn't meet any body while he was near the cellar so he let himself in. Estel looked around the extremely dusty cellar. The cellar was your typical cellar; wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling was filled with shelves of mead, wine and many other drinks that need to mature over a long period of time. Each shelf had its date clearly marked on the top the year which they were made, the year they were placed here, and the year which they should mature in. As the life of an elf is long, the wine cellars are among the best for vintage aged meads.
Walking through the seemingly endless aisles of mead, Estel seemed to think that he may be in the wrong place. No dust was unsettled, nothing out of the ordinary, no bottles were missing. It all seemed normal. Nearing the end of the maze of mead shelves, Estel came across a number of shelves that were empty. Looking at the date, he noticed that they matured this year and were most likely being drunk or sold by the elves. Wondering if this was of any significance, he suddenly remembered that he still had the note that accompanied the bottle of mead in his pocket. Taking it out he read it carefully. It said:
"To the ranger boy,
By now you should have practise in keeping your senses open to the area around you, caring and maintaining the horses and equipment and had your practise on the archery range. But how is your riding and swimming skills?
In a maturing place where the dates are marked, find a place not touched by the passing time. Pull the lights, and watch your step. Through the passage you'll find a horse, he'll take you to the next clue. Find a white arrow and go the direction it is pointing you in. Then you'll find the next clue.
See you very soon."
* 'maturing place' that must be the cellar I'm in, everything is maturing here. The 'place not touched by the passing time' must mean this dustless shelf as it doesn't show the passing time as much as the others. 'pull the light' what could that mean?* Looking around, Estel saw two lit torches on either side of the shelf. He pulled on both of them one at a time. Nothing happened. Looking around, he saw a long pole which seemed very much out of character in the room. Picking up the pole, Estel threaded both ends through the stands on the torches and pulled them both done. A passage opened where Estel was standing and he feel through the hole. His fall wasn't broken by the hard ground, but rather it gradually turned into a type of slide that Estel slid down. Seeing a light up ahead he braced himself for the tumble he was about to have.
Estel tumbled heavily along the ground and came to a slow stop. After staying still for a moment, dazed by what just transpired, he finally stood up shakily and assessed how his body has taken the fall. Apart for a few scratches on his arms and face, the scuff marks the tumbling on the ground left on his tunic and cloak and his now messy and dirt-ridden hair, he was normal.
Looking around, he spotted the horse that was spoken of in the note. Still reflecting on what just happened he suddenly felt revived, he would soon meet the elf being that was enjoying teasing him and taking advantage of his curiosity.
*Soon, very soon.* Estel thought as he walked to the horse with a new confidence.
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They will meet without the veil of the clues or the game soon, and they will have to team up together to face an evil that seeks to destroy life, mainly their lives.
Chapter 3: The Missing Link
** = thoughts () = translations " " = speech
Estel had finally finished attending the horses and decided to begin to solve the clue of the stringy type hair. The only possible solution that he could think of was that it was horse hair. Because of its length it must have been from the tail. But that didn't help him much as the first clue led him to the saddles in the stables where he had found the next clue. It didn't make sense. *This isn't going to be as easy as I thought. It's going to take all my skills to decipher all these clues right.* Frustration grew in the ranger boy to its boiling point as the ranger boy searched all the stables that held the horses and searched them again. Still nothing out of the ordinary. No more clues or anything.
Estel had just finished his third search of the horse stables when he had the feeling of being watched again. But not the same feeling, he turned and saw Thirden staring at him and looking extremely amused.
"What do you think you are doing Estel? Surely you don't intend to try to memorise all the horses manure in their stables?" The older ranger laughed softly at his own joke.
"No I don't" said Estel feeling slightly defensive. "I was just looking for something."
"Like what?" Asked Thirden, thoroughly confused by the actions of the boy.
"Just ... Um..." Estel silently debated whether to tell the ranger everything. About the feelings on the track to Mirkwood palace, about the stones and the clearing with an extremely thick canopy and about the clues that had been left for him to follow. But then he decided against it, not wanting to seem too much like a child. "I lost my pin. And I thought it may have feel in one of these stables. But I haven't found it so I probably dropped it somewhere else." Smiling slightly and blushing uncontrollably.
"I didn't know that you had a pin." Thirden said clearly sceptical.
"I... Only just got it." Estel wondered if Thirden would know he was lying and force him to tell the truth.
"Ok then. What did it look like? Maybe I've seen it somewhere." *Estel, what are you not telling me? Something is wrong, I know it is. If he were any other boy he would have told me. Damn his stubbornness, I can only hope it's nothing too dangerous.* he thought helplessly.
"It's .. A leaf..A um.. Mallorn Leaf... Deep green.. with delicate methril surrounding the leaf and.. as the veins on the leaf." Estel said vaguely remembering the brooch he always wore when he dreamed of what the future would be like for him.
"I can't say that I've seen it, a leaf pin is common among the elves. But I do remember seeing several Mallorn shaped leaves at the clothing armoury within the palace. Maybe they could make you another one. Though methril seems more than you could afford." Thirden stared deep into the grey eyes of the boy as if he could mesmerise the boy to tell him the truth. But experience has told him that Estel doesn't give in easy and he has a stubborn streak longer then an elf's life.
"Yes thank you, I think I'll do that now. See you at dinner." Estel said in conclusion of the uncomfortable confrontation between himself and Thirden. Walking quickly, Estel hurried away from the stables to escape any further altercation with Thirden. Estel made his way to the clothing armoury within the palace to ask about the pin, should Thirden decide to check if he had gone there.
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Legolas sat perched in a tree outside the palace stables watching carefully as the boy entered the stables. *Absolutely amazing! He must be really dense; he walked straight past the next clue. This could take a while.* the prince sighed as he found a more comfortable position to wait for the ranger to finish his jobs so that he might see the clue on the way out. Just as he found a good position, he saw the ranger back track to where the saddles where, and the next clue. He watched as the ranger saw the strands of horse hair that he had positioned in plain view on a nail above his own saddle.
*What do you know? There's still hope for the boy.* Legolas decided to wait to see what the boy would do next. He leaned back against the tree and rested while the boy attended to the horses. *I wonder how he will interpret this clue.* Legolas wondered as he drifted into a light sleeping day-dream state.
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Estel knocked lightly on the door, wondering if anyone was going to be in at this time. As he was about to walk away, the door swung open to reveal a tall female elf. She looked to be around King Thranduil age. Her long brown hair flowed back from her head swaying softly from the rush of air produced from opening the door. Her forest green eyes looked down on him kindly but yet surprised.
"Greetings young ranger. Please, come in. How may I be of assistance to you?" The beautiful elf stepped aside to allow him to enter and quietly closed the door behind him.
"I was just wondering, if you could help me with a problem. I have recently misplaced a dear item of mine, a pin to hold my cloak, and I was wondering how much it would be to replace it." Estel said wondering if Thirden would come and ask the lady elf exactly what he had said.
"I have the widest range of cloak pins around Mirkwood. I have made them all myself. I'm sure that we can find a pin to replace your lost one." Said the lady elf smiling sweetly at the boy, while moving over to the stand that held a large collection of pins, varying in shape, size and colour.
"What did your lost pin look like?" said the lady elf kindly.
"A leaf. A Mallorn leaf with methril surrounding the leaf and as the veins on the leaf." Said Estel, silently praying that his dream pin wouldn't be his undoing.
"Seriously!" the lady elf laughed softly. "You must have gotten that from the woods of Lothlorien from Lady Galadriel. Many times have I heard of her dreams about such a pin. It sounded truly marvellous. But I'm afraid Lady Galadriel's craftsmanship us much more superior to my own. I dare not confine the beauty of such a piece. Unless you wish to be satisfied by my more humble pieces, I'm afraid you'll need to visit Lady Galadriel again." Estel listened to this with rapt attention, then seeing a gap in the conversation he choose to leave.
"Thank you for your assistance my lady, I shall heed your advice when next I meet Lady Galadriel." bowing slightly out of caution, Estel left the armoury. *Well.. That wasn't a complete waste of time.* having broken off any trace that Thirden could use to force him to reveal everything. He couldn't let that happen. Just as he was about to mindlessly walk around pondering over the next clue trusting his instincts to lead him wherever, he saw the elf prince Legolas walking towards him hailing for him to wait up.
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The elf prince saw the ranger boy leaving the stables and heading in the general direction of the archery range. *Amazing! He must be really brilliant to decipher the clue that fast! I might even learn something!* Climbing to the ground, he followed the ranger as he made his way to the archery range as well. As they approached the archery range, Legolas saw the ranger turn left, heading away from the range. *Where is he going? The next clue is at the range!* Legolas went to the equipment shed at the edge of the archery range and saw the ranger boy enter the clothing armoury. *Well, I gave him too much credit. I'll give him a hand with this one.* Resolved Legolas circling around the clothing armoury so that when the boy came out, Legolas could intercept him and invite him to the archery range.
After only a few minutes, Legolas saw the boy come out of the armoury. The prince then quickly walked into view of the boy and started to wave at him.
"Hey Estel!" said Legolas as he continued to stroll towards the waiting ranger boy. "Are you planning to visit the forest again today?" the prince inquired.
"No, not today. I was just going to do a bit of thinking." Said the young ranger in a distracted tone.
"Well, nothing helps me think better then a bit of exercise and some target practise. Would you care to accompany me to the archery range for some training?" Said the prince slightly raising his eye brows watching as the distracted look in the youth's face deserted him as the concept of training with the famous archer and elf prince came into full grasp.
"Y... Yes. I would be honoured too, my prince." The youth stuttered out as he realised what an honour it is to train beside royalty, and not just any royalty, the best archer in Mirkwood!
"Splendid! I shall have to see your archery skills for myself. I have spoken with Thirden and he has nothing but praise for your keen eye." said the elf prince as he watched the young ranger blushing madly at such praise. With Legolas slightly leading the way, the two walked towards the archery.
********************* *Two hours later*
"Well, I would have to say I thoroughly enjoyed myself, wouldn't you?" enquired the beaming elf to his completely exhausted mortal friend.
"Let's just say it's an experience I won't soon forget." Estel said as he remembered that he had never once hit the centre of a single target. He had come close to it on all of the targets, but didn't hit it dead centre. The elf prince on the other hand had hit every single target dead centre without fail.
"Come on Estel, you did well for a mortal on an elf designed archery course. Hit all the target's near centre. You might want to try locking your wrists before you release an arrow and don't try to force the arrow to hit the centre, try to guide it." Legolas said to give the boy something to mull over.
"Ok, I'll try that when I've gathered my wits again." Estel said barely able to stand pulling any more of his arrows from the targets as his shoulders screamed from over using them without stretching properly.
"Another reason why I was looking for you was that Lady Ravenne, the archery supervisor, has asked me to find you and give you this." He took out a box from his pack and handed it to Estel. "she said that some elf in a thick cloak completely wrapped up said that you had to get this as soon as possible. I was wondering around looking for you to ask if you wanted to train here when I found her and asked if she'd seen you, when she asked if I would give that to you when I found you I agreed as Lady Ravenne is quite busy looking after her niggling children." As Legolas said this, Estel was opening the box and saw a bottle of a dark liquid and another note. Pocketing the note quietly so the elf didn't see, Estel pulled out the bottle to get a closer look at it.
"What is it?" Legolas enquired.
"I'm .. Not sure .." Estel muttered truthfully.
"Open it up. Maybe you can guess that way." Legolas said eagerly.
"Ok." Estel pulled the stopper of it out and both elf and human were assaulted by a very overpowering smell.
"That's... Some very... Strong.. mead." Legolas managed to say through a series of coughs. Estel put the stopper back on the bottle and breathed in several times to rid his nostrils of the overpowering smell of the alcoholic drink. "Why did someone want to give you that for? You don't drink do you? Thirden wouldn't like that." The young prince observed quietly so no one overheard.
"No, I don't drink mead." Having an idea, Estel decided to enlist the help of Legolas to solve this clue, as all the other items lead him to the place where the clue originated from and that was where he found the next clue. *of course, the horse hair was to lead me to the archery range where I should have spoken to the supervisor, but she was busy so I didn't have to solve this clue, oh no, I should have thought of that earlier!* Estel told himself. "Where would someone get this type of mead? Somewhere in Mirkwood I mean."
*does this fool think I was born yesterday? Trying to get me to solve his clue for him, lazy mortals. Oh well, I'm growing tired of this game anyway, he is the luckiest mortal I know, he hasn't properly solved a single clue by himself.* "There is a cellar in the palace that holds most of Mirkwood's meads and other preserving beverages."
"Ok, I think I'll go see if I can find where this came from. Good bye Prince Legolas." Bowing slightly, the young ranger turned and hurried off to the palace mead cellar.
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After his informative talk with Legolas, Estel went straight to the palace cellar. He didn't meet any body while he was near the cellar so he let himself in. Estel looked around the extremely dusty cellar. The cellar was your typical cellar; wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling was filled with shelves of mead, wine and many other drinks that need to mature over a long period of time. Each shelf had its date clearly marked on the top the year which they were made, the year they were placed here, and the year which they should mature in. As the life of an elf is long, the wine cellars are among the best for vintage aged meads.
Walking through the seemingly endless aisles of mead, Estel seemed to think that he may be in the wrong place. No dust was unsettled, nothing out of the ordinary, no bottles were missing. It all seemed normal. Nearing the end of the maze of mead shelves, Estel came across a number of shelves that were empty. Looking at the date, he noticed that they matured this year and were most likely being drunk or sold by the elves. Wondering if this was of any significance, he suddenly remembered that he still had the note that accompanied the bottle of mead in his pocket. Taking it out he read it carefully. It said:
"To the ranger boy,
By now you should have practise in keeping your senses open to the area around you, caring and maintaining the horses and equipment and had your practise on the archery range. But how is your riding and swimming skills?
In a maturing place where the dates are marked, find a place not touched by the passing time. Pull the lights, and watch your step. Through the passage you'll find a horse, he'll take you to the next clue. Find a white arrow and go the direction it is pointing you in. Then you'll find the next clue.
See you very soon."
* 'maturing place' that must be the cellar I'm in, everything is maturing here. The 'place not touched by the passing time' must mean this dustless shelf as it doesn't show the passing time as much as the others. 'pull the light' what could that mean?* Looking around, Estel saw two lit torches on either side of the shelf. He pulled on both of them one at a time. Nothing happened. Looking around, he saw a long pole which seemed very much out of character in the room. Picking up the pole, Estel threaded both ends through the stands on the torches and pulled them both done. A passage opened where Estel was standing and he feel through the hole. His fall wasn't broken by the hard ground, but rather it gradually turned into a type of slide that Estel slid down. Seeing a light up ahead he braced himself for the tumble he was about to have.
Estel tumbled heavily along the ground and came to a slow stop. After staying still for a moment, dazed by what just transpired, he finally stood up shakily and assessed how his body has taken the fall. Apart for a few scratches on his arms and face, the scuff marks the tumbling on the ground left on his tunic and cloak and his now messy and dirt-ridden hair, he was normal.
Looking around, he spotted the horse that was spoken of in the note. Still reflecting on what just happened he suddenly felt revived, he would soon meet the elf being that was enjoying teasing him and taking advantage of his curiosity.
*Soon, very soon.* Estel thought as he walked to the horse with a new confidence.
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They will meet without the veil of the clues or the game soon, and they will have to team up together to face an evil that seeks to destroy life, mainly their lives.