Disclaimer: Telpëwen and Elwen are mine. All other recognizable names,
places, or people belong to Tolkien.
Summery: A young girl is found in the forests of Rivendell. The twins recognize her from somewhere. Estel is somewhat taken to her and tries to help her to settle into Imladris. NOT A MARY-SUE!
A/N: Even though this story takes place when Aragorn is 58 years old, most of the time he will be referred to as Estel (Hope), the name Elrond gave to him.
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/It's good to be back home./ Estel looked around the forests of Imladris. He had been out in the wilderness with Halbarad and the other rangers for the past 30 years. The older ranger had finally convinced him to take a break and go home for a bit.
Elrond and the twins were overjoyed at him homecoming. Especially Arwen. She hadn't let him go out of her sight for the first several days. Finally though, yesterday she had left him, insisting that she had to get ready for the yèn tonight. Sheesh! How long do you need?! Girls. He had slipped away to go on a hunt with his brothers.
Estel pushed Minastára forward. The twins were somewhere behind him, teasing each other about Elladan's failure to shoot down a deer.
Soft crying brought the human to a stop. Hearing hoof beats approach, the sobs gradually became softer. Estel was amazed to see a young girl of nine trying to hide in a tree not far ahead. "Come out, I won't hurt you." The girl reluctantly came down. "What's your name?" "Telpëwen."
The twins rode in. "What have you caught there?" They reigned in their own horses. The young girl backed away. "Lord... Lords Elladan and Elrohir?" Her mother had told her stories about how two handsome twin elf lords would appear out of no where and offer help to the people who needed it. Elrohir stared at her. Telpëwen reminded him of somebody. someone from long ago.
She backed away slowly. The twins looked at each other. "How do you know us?" "Well, Naneth was an elf of Rivendell, and Ada, one of the Dúnedain." Telpëwen answered in elvish. Elladan looked around. "Where are your parents now?" Telpëwen hung her head. "You see, orcs attacked our village. Naneth told me to run, which I did against my own will. Ada had gone hunting earlier that day and I stumbled across his body not far from home. It's been three days now. Naneth surely would have found me - unless..." she couldn't continue. Telpëwen sat down on a nearby log.
All this time Estel had been sitting on Minastára listening to her tale. Now he hopped off and walked over to her. Sitting down, he studied the child. Up close, he could see that she was really pretty, inheriting the beauty from her mother. Her long brown hair covered her ears and her mocha eyes were filled with sadness and fear.
"What was her name?" "Cirwen." At the mention of that name, Elrohir let out a cry. "Aie! Mellon nin!" He broke out sobbing. Telpëwen looked at the older twin. "What?" she asked, completely lost. Tears were also coming out of Elladan's eyes unchecked.
Estel grinned. He was not going to let the twins live THIS one down. "Who was Cirwen?" he asked, grinning like a clown.
"Cir was our best friend, or even closer than that. More like a sister you can say. Elrohir spent lots of time with her when she was little. You see, Cir's parents had been killed by orcs when she was only an elfling. They were on their way to see Thranduil. 'Ro and I found her not far outside Rivendell. Guess Finwen didn't want the orcs to get her. We brought her back to Rivendell, where Elrond healed her back to health. 'Ro taught her the lessons and Ada taught her the herbs and their uses. I taught her sword fighting and archery - the best part."
"So that's why she shot me when I decided to watch one of your lessons." Elrohir broke in, starting to smile through his tears.
"Hey! I was a good teacher!"
"Yea, a teacher who couldn't shoot properly himself, much less teach someone else."
"'Dan! 'Ro!" Estel interrupted the gentle banter.
"Ada's going to be devastated. Cir had brought hope and life back into his life after Naneth went to Valinor." Elladan said.
"Come. Let's get you to Ada. He'll know what to do." Elrohir sighed and turned his horse around.
Feeling relatively safer, Telpëwen shook herself and stood up. Estel called Minastára over. Hopping on, he held out his hand.
"Thanks but no thanks. I'm not the daughter Cirwen for nothing!" She vaulted onto the horse. The twins marveled at the young one's skill.
The set off towards Imladris, not quite as fast as they normally would have, for the prospect of informing Elrond was scary.
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Chappie One. Chappie Two is also out now. "Of Paperwork and Dresses". Since I keep on changing my penname, If you would like, give me your email addresses and I will email you every time I update this story. Or any others I have written.
~Elwen
Summery: A young girl is found in the forests of Rivendell. The twins recognize her from somewhere. Estel is somewhat taken to her and tries to help her to settle into Imladris. NOT A MARY-SUE!
A/N: Even though this story takes place when Aragorn is 58 years old, most of the time he will be referred to as Estel (Hope), the name Elrond gave to him.
/thoughts/
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/It's good to be back home./ Estel looked around the forests of Imladris. He had been out in the wilderness with Halbarad and the other rangers for the past 30 years. The older ranger had finally convinced him to take a break and go home for a bit.
Elrond and the twins were overjoyed at him homecoming. Especially Arwen. She hadn't let him go out of her sight for the first several days. Finally though, yesterday she had left him, insisting that she had to get ready for the yèn tonight. Sheesh! How long do you need?! Girls. He had slipped away to go on a hunt with his brothers.
Estel pushed Minastára forward. The twins were somewhere behind him, teasing each other about Elladan's failure to shoot down a deer.
Soft crying brought the human to a stop. Hearing hoof beats approach, the sobs gradually became softer. Estel was amazed to see a young girl of nine trying to hide in a tree not far ahead. "Come out, I won't hurt you." The girl reluctantly came down. "What's your name?" "Telpëwen."
The twins rode in. "What have you caught there?" They reigned in their own horses. The young girl backed away. "Lord... Lords Elladan and Elrohir?" Her mother had told her stories about how two handsome twin elf lords would appear out of no where and offer help to the people who needed it. Elrohir stared at her. Telpëwen reminded him of somebody. someone from long ago.
She backed away slowly. The twins looked at each other. "How do you know us?" "Well, Naneth was an elf of Rivendell, and Ada, one of the Dúnedain." Telpëwen answered in elvish. Elladan looked around. "Where are your parents now?" Telpëwen hung her head. "You see, orcs attacked our village. Naneth told me to run, which I did against my own will. Ada had gone hunting earlier that day and I stumbled across his body not far from home. It's been three days now. Naneth surely would have found me - unless..." she couldn't continue. Telpëwen sat down on a nearby log.
All this time Estel had been sitting on Minastára listening to her tale. Now he hopped off and walked over to her. Sitting down, he studied the child. Up close, he could see that she was really pretty, inheriting the beauty from her mother. Her long brown hair covered her ears and her mocha eyes were filled with sadness and fear.
"What was her name?" "Cirwen." At the mention of that name, Elrohir let out a cry. "Aie! Mellon nin!" He broke out sobbing. Telpëwen looked at the older twin. "What?" she asked, completely lost. Tears were also coming out of Elladan's eyes unchecked.
Estel grinned. He was not going to let the twins live THIS one down. "Who was Cirwen?" he asked, grinning like a clown.
"Cir was our best friend, or even closer than that. More like a sister you can say. Elrohir spent lots of time with her when she was little. You see, Cir's parents had been killed by orcs when she was only an elfling. They were on their way to see Thranduil. 'Ro and I found her not far outside Rivendell. Guess Finwen didn't want the orcs to get her. We brought her back to Rivendell, where Elrond healed her back to health. 'Ro taught her the lessons and Ada taught her the herbs and their uses. I taught her sword fighting and archery - the best part."
"So that's why she shot me when I decided to watch one of your lessons." Elrohir broke in, starting to smile through his tears.
"Hey! I was a good teacher!"
"Yea, a teacher who couldn't shoot properly himself, much less teach someone else."
"'Dan! 'Ro!" Estel interrupted the gentle banter.
"Ada's going to be devastated. Cir had brought hope and life back into his life after Naneth went to Valinor." Elladan said.
"Come. Let's get you to Ada. He'll know what to do." Elrohir sighed and turned his horse around.
Feeling relatively safer, Telpëwen shook herself and stood up. Estel called Minastára over. Hopping on, he held out his hand.
"Thanks but no thanks. I'm not the daughter Cirwen for nothing!" She vaulted onto the horse. The twins marveled at the young one's skill.
The set off towards Imladris, not quite as fast as they normally would have, for the prospect of informing Elrond was scary.
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Chappie One. Chappie Two is also out now. "Of Paperwork and Dresses". Since I keep on changing my penname, If you would like, give me your email addresses and I will email you every time I update this story. Or any others I have written.
~Elwen