A/N I tried to make this a long chapter, I'm not sure if it is long enough for some of your tastes but I have tried. If you have any complaints : ) please be my guest. *glares* You better not have any complaints! Okay, enjoy the fic!

The next morning Estel woke up trying to remember why he felt so angry. He tried to recall the events of the previous day and they quickly came back to him. He remembered Elladan and Elrohir coming to find him. He shook his head angrily. When they had first come he had been a little happy. He had felt as though they really did love him, but when he had heard them say something about not telling him everything, he had been furious.

Rain began to pour down on the camp and Estel jumped when a bolt of lightning and a roll of thunder roared above him. Estel felt hands picking him up and putting him on his feet. He turned around to see Dornar smiling down at him.

"Come on lad, we need to hurry up and find shelter." He told him while he began to grab things as fast as he could.

Around him, Estel could see Umor, Taniay, Marta, and Nomarl grabbing things as well. Marta's hands were very full since she had the baby as well but she was really trying to do her share.

"Run!" Voices were coming from the woods as another roar of thunder sounded.

Nomarl turned around to see eight people coming towards them with their things on their backs as well. "Where are we to run to?" he asked

"We need to get out of the rain." One of the men spoke. "We are going down to the village but if we want to get there before we drown to death we need to run. Let us help you pack up." The man offered.

Nomarl nodded, "Thank you, it would be most helpful."

They all began to pack up and Estel went to help them. He was surprised to notice that these people had no children with them and that most of them were older people; maybe around the age of fifty or so. Elladan had once told him that most people who traveled were young, and if they were old, they were Rangers.

"You may take shelter with us." A voice from behind spoke softly

Estel nearly choked and he made it look as though he had dropped something behind Nomarl.

"You may take shelter with us." The being spoke again

"Who are you?" one of the stranger people asked.

"I am Glorfindel, I come from Rivendell. The lords there are happy to offer you shelter." The blond elf spoke softly and his eyes flicked to Estel then back to the strangers face.

Another crack of lightning cut through the clouds and Estel yelped slightly. He looked up at Glorfindel who had his eyes fixed on the strangers face.

"We accept," Nomarl said, "We really need to get out of this storm."

"Follow me." Glorfindel walked from the camp, grabbing some of the things from Marta so that she could hold onto the baby who was now screaming in fear.

All of the people followed, it was closer to Rivendell than it was to the human village. None of these people had ever had a quarrel with the elves so it wasn't too uncomfortable to stay with them.

Estel knew that whenever there was a horrible storm Elrond would let a few people stay in Rivendell for a few days. He didn't want to go, it wasn't his home anymore and the elves there were no longer family. He jumped when he heard the thunder roar again.

"You alright little one?" Glorfindel asked looking at him.

Estel nodded, "The lightning." He whispered, knowing Glorfindel could hear him.

Glorfindel nodded, "We'll be to Rivendell soon and you'll be able to don dry clothes and be away from the bolts of lightning."

Estel nodded shakily, he wasn't jumping because he was scared of the thunder and lightning he was jumping because he was too tense. He didn't want to go back to Rivendell and the elves who didn't like him and who kept secrets from him. Though he wasn't angry with Glorfindel, he didn't want to speak with him. He was sure that Glorfindel knew something about the secrets Elrond was keeping from him.

"Ye alrigh'?" Umor asked Estel.

Estel nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little scared."

"Oh the thunder isn't nothin' to worry about." He said

Estel nodded and looked up for Glorfindel only to notice the elf was at the front of the company and leading the people towards Rivendell. Rarely did humans ever need to go to Rivendell for help, but the water was creating giant puddles and the lake was sure to over flow but at least a foot and a half. If that happened, it would be hard traveling for people; normally the travelers would make it to the village. Since it was raining so hard, Glorfindel had gone out to help those who needed refuge for a few days.

"Never return Estel, they don't want you!" Salndir hissed.

Estel shuddered remembering his words. He blinked away the tears that were forming in his eyes. He stumbled and tripped, he wanted to cry he was so upset about being back but he didn't have time because a pair of rough hands picked him back up.

"Watch where yer going." Nomarl said smiling.

Estel nodded to him and picked up the things he had dropped. Once he had them all in his arms he jogged to catch up. The rain was making the floor slippery and Estel was so happy they were nearly at the house.

Glorfindel led all of them up the steps and into the entrance hall of the house. An elf with black hair and green eyes walked over to where they were all standing and dripping in the hall.

"Shall I get Lord Elrond?" She asked Glorfindel

Glorfindel nodded, "Yes, thank you Lawen."

Lawen nodded and walked out of the room.

Estel was so jittery, he was shaking slightly and his eyes were darting from side to side. He had been in this hall many times; none of them had been good times. He was remembering when he had fallen off of a tree and broken his wrist. Not only had he been in excruciating pain, he had been scolded as well. He was also remembering when Elrohir had convinced him to swim in the lake during winter. The water hadn't frozen yet, but he had ended up incredibly sick and wet.

Glorfindel had come to stand next to Estel. "Are you alright?" He asked, concern was etched into the elf's face.

Estel nodded and moved away from Glorfindel, he went to stand near Umor and the others.

"Coror, this is Carmi, Sonya, Jaci, Torlo, Deric, Jokle, Moklen, and Nathen. They are from the south." Dornar told him.

Estel looked at the people; they all had tan skin and dark eyes. He hadn't ever seen an incredibly dark person before; he was used to fair skinned elves. "It's nice to meet you." He told them

They smiled at him, "You as well." The woman, Sonya, spoke with a heavy accent.

The door opened and an elf with raven hair entered and looked around. He smiled at them, not noticing Estel quite yet. "Welcome, I'm Lord Elrond. I am sorry I took so long to get here, I was helping my sons. You are welcome here as long as the storm goes on, it will probably last no more than a day or two so make yourselves comfortable."

"Thank you." Was murmured from everyone except for Estel and baby Larka

"Dirtrith will show you to your rooms." He said as a servant stepped forward and began to lead them out of the waiting hall.

Elrond noticed Estel and watched the boy walk from the room.

Dirtrith walked down the hall, "I will bring you all some dry clothes and hot food as soon as I show you to your rooms." He told them

Estel sneaked away from them, no one, not even Marta noticed that the boy had left. They were all too concerned with being cold, wet, and hungry. Estel opened the door to his old bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes. He didn't want the servants knowing he was back. If they knew, then their children would know, and eventually people would come and ask him to play. He walked past his mirror and jumped when he saw the reflection.

There was a boy with grey eyes staring back at him. The boy had a weary look on his face and a gloomy look in his eyes. He was pale looking and was dressed in a shirt and tunic far too large for him. Estel ran his hand through his hair while the mirror boy did the same. The mirror boy had short hair that was sticking out at odd angles; his hair was a pale blond and didn't match his eyebrows. Estel would have laughed if he felt more cheerful. His reflection was funny, but he didn't find any humor in it.

Quickly he put some dry clothes on, it felt so good to have elven clothes on again that he forgot how miserable he was feeling. Once he was dressed he picked the things back up and went to the guest bedrooms, he had to find Umor and Taniay, because they would worry if he was gone for too long.

Quietly Estel opened the door and closed it behind him. He then walked to the guest chambers and found the one where Umor and Taniay were staying in.

"Where did you go Coror?" Umor asked him

"I took a wrong turn." He shrugged, "I'm sorry."

Taniay smiled, "Oh don't worry about it. I see you got some clothes."

Estel looked down at his elven attire; he had missed these clothes even if it had only been two days since he had worn them. The soft brown cloth and the deer skin boots were so comfortable it was almost a reason to stay. Estel had also grabbed his elven dagger. He didn't want to be without it. Though he no longer wanted to stay in Rivendell he still appreciated elven things.

He was eleven and didn't understand that a simple conversation with his father would resolve things. He was too stubborn and refused; instead he would break the heart of his family.

There was a knock at the door and Taniay went to answer it. Estel ducked behind the bed when he saw the servant enter the room carrying a tray. She was a friend of his, though she and Estel were no where close in age, they would talk. She was sort of like a mother; other than Elladan, who babied him. She would know Estel in his disguise.

"I brought you some warm soup and warm rolls. The cook made blackberry tarts." She smiled at them. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Umor and Taniay nodded, "Thank you so much," There eyes were full of gratitude, "Please thank your lord for us."

She nodded, "Of course, enjoy your supper." She left, closing the door softly behind her.

"Coror, are you hungry?" Umor asked him

Estel nodded and came over to get some food. He knew the soup well, it was full of flavor and he loved it. The rolls were fresh and blackberry tarts were one of his favorites. He gently picked up a bowl of soup and ate it on the ground.

Umor and Taniay did the same, it was a little after lunch time and since they had missed breakfast, they were starving. They ate in silence until they got to the tarts, since they weren't as hungry, they weren't constantly worrying about the food they were putting in their mouths.

Estel felt eyes on him so he lifted his gaze from the soup and to Taniay's face.

"You're very pale." She told him, "You also need to gain a little weight." She scrutinized him and looked as though she was in deep thought. "Are you sick?"

He looked at her and shook his head, "No, I am just…just tired."

Umor nodded, "I'm not surprised, you must be devastated after losing your parents."

Estel shifted uncomfortably and looked down at his food.

"Oh Umor let him alone!" Taniay said

Umor sighed, "I'm sorry Coror."

Estel nodded, "It's alright." He looked up at them, "May I take a walk please?"

Taniay and Umor looked at each other.

"We don't want you getting lost." Umor told him, "It is such a giant house that you could easily get lost in it."

Estel shrugged, "I'm sure the elves know how to find me if I get lost."

Taniay smiled at him, "I'm sure they do."

Umor nodded, "Go ahead, be back in this room by dusk though or you'll be in trouble." He told Estel sternly. He wouldn't do anything to the boy but he wanted to let Estel know that if he was going to live with him and Taniay he needed to know not to misbehave.

"Don't worry father," He said, "I'll be fine."

Umor nodded and Estel left the room.

Estel knew the house like the back of his hand. He didn't know all the secret passage ways that the twins knew, but then again, barely anyone did. Estel made sure to avoid the halls that were frequented most often. He didn't want to run into his family or anyone he knew well. Running into the occasional servant was alright because he would walk quickly by. If he was to meet up with Erestor or Glorfindel he would be in trouble. In his mind it made sense for his family to hate him.

"Adoption means unwanted." Salnwen said wickedly

"Yes, it means the child was cast away, it wasn't needed." Salndir added

"No! You're lying!" Estel sobbed out

"Why would we do that Estel?" Salnwen asked, her voice much sweeter

"Because yo-you're jealous!" Estel retorted

"Jealous of Lord Elrond's charity case? You wish." Salndir hissed, "They don't want you, you're adopted!"

Estel felt tears prickle behind his eyes and he walked into the closest door so that he could dry his eyes. Looking around he realized he had walked directly to Elrond's study. No was not the time he wanted to speak with his surrogate father. He tried to leave but a hand was rested gently on his shoulder. Estel looked up and saw a blond elf looking down at him; it was Glorfindel.

"Walk with me Estel." He said quietly in elvish, "Your father is asleep right now."

Estel wanted to run but his legs were frozen in place and his tongue had fuzzed up so he could not talk. He nodded his head, he did want to walk and talk with Glorfindel.

Glorfindel lightly rested a hand on Estel's back and gently but firmly pushed him out of the room.

"You look as though you are getting sick." Glorfindel commented

"It isn't your concern." Estel snapped

Glorfindel stopped and made Estel look at him, "What is bothering you? Really Estel, why are you so angry?" Glorfindel, like the rest of the household, believed Estel had been teased and jumped to conclusions. He wasn't ready for Estel's answer.

"I was lied to by adar." Estel told him

"How?" Glorfindel lightly prodded

"He didn't tell me I was named Aragorn."

Glorfindel sucked his breath in and felt it catch in his throat. How had Estel found out?

"He kept secrets from me and he does not love me." Estel told him

Glorfindel looked at him, "Estel, your father loves you."

"My surrogate father," Estel muttered

"No, your father," Glorfindel told him

"Arathorn was my father." Estel snapped back angrily

Glorfindel looked at Estel, "Estel listen to me, Arathorn was your birth father and he loved you very much. When he died Lord Elrond took you to be part of his family."

"So I am a charity case?" Estel demanded

"No Estel, you are the beloved son of two wonderful people. Yes, Arathorn and his wife were killed but you were adopted. That is a great honor in itself. You are loved Estel, loved by many people." Glorfindel told him

Estel looked at him, seriously thinking over what Glorfindel had told him. He shook his head, "You're wrong. If he loved me he would have told me of my birth family. He kept it a secret, he told me my birth parents died and he adopted me. I am not wanted, no one wants me. I was lied to!" Estel ran off down the hall towards his old bed room. It was where he went to be alone, the only place he truly loved to be other than the outdoors which was raining buckets.

Glorfindel shook his head, he had tried. He could not explain to Estel the reason his heritage had been kept a secret, he didn't know how Estel knew. He went in search of Elladan and Elrohir; perhaps they knew something he did not.

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