Hi there!!!!!!!! Believe it or not I am alive even though it's been soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long since I've updated!!!!!! I have been sooooooooo incredibly busy but now the holidays are coming and I will have much more time for writing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was extremely touched and very happy by the amazing reviews I received! Thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart thank you icclefairy, grumpy, and sielge who are very faithful no matter how long I take and thank you also to my new reviewer Gremlin-The-LOTR-Angel I'm very glad you like this story.

Also I must introduce you to my new muses who made their debut in Sudden Changes

Aragwen!!!

Aragwen- Hi There!!!!

And Legolas!!!

Legolas- hi!!!

Ok now on with the story!!

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Estel lay in his room crying and miserable. It had been almost a week since the horrible accident and Elrond had moved him from the Healing Houses to his own quarters in the hopes that it would comfort him. But it didn't work. He had barely spoken to anyone since that day and merely lay there in bed and wallowed in his own misery. It's not like he had the choice to move on his own, the numbness that had started right after he had awoken had only gotten worse. He now had absolutely no sensation in his legs at all, and in the rest of him there was a constant feeling of cold no matter how many blankets were on top of him or how warm the sun was. Elrond had been right, he wasn't fully paralyzed in the rest of his body but "limited movement" wasn't much better. It took an incredible amount of concentration and energy to merely lift a hand, which Estel had very little of at the moment as he was still recovering from his numerous other hurts.

His foster brothers and Legolas (who had decided to stay longer to be with him) visited him every day, to bring him meals or just to try to cheer him up or get him to say something more than a simple, croaky 'Hello'. They would often offer to carry him out to the gardens or by the river so he could enjoy the sunshine and fine weather of the summer; but he would always decline with a shake of his head and then look away and leave them to think in silence before worry and sorrow took them and they left.

This had to be what Estel hated the most, being helpless and dependent on others especially those he loved. He was proud, and he knew it, but it was not just that, he felt like he was a constant burden lying on the minds of his beloved foster Ada and brothers, Glorfindel, his best friend Legolas, and generally all of Rivendell. He had been the topic of worried conversation for the past days and, like Glorfindel, the minute elves heard the news they would immediately leave their posts to come hear word of the adopted prince of the city.

"I just don't know what to do, Glorfindel." Sighed Elrond. He was sitting in his study with his head in his hands. "I'm so worried about him, do you realize that he hasn't said more than hello in almost a week? If he ever hopes to be able to move let alone walk again he has to talk to us, to have confidence in himself and us. Not just the foolish mortal pride that prevents us from doing much for him."

"But that pride also shows he is strong. And he will need strength to get through this. He will come around. I think you should talk to him, Elrond. Tell him what he must do. Because, no matter how he acts, when it comes down to it he just wants to be able to walk again." Said Glorfindel putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Estel," Elrond said walking through the door and over to his foster son's bed. Estel turned away and looked out the window…he wasn't in the mood to be sweet-talked to. Elrond sighed, "Estel look at me." No response. He gently pulled the boy's head around and looked into his tear swollen grey eyes. "You have to talk to us Estel, to cheer up. You'll never get well if you can't trust and have confidence. I 'm not going to lie, this won't be easy or fun. This will be very draining, difficult, even painful; and very slow. Progress won't come quickly. You must talk to me now, Estel, do you want to begin this…..are you ready to let us help you?"

Minutes past as they sat in silence. Estel was torn…he wanted more than anything to walk again… but he also found it incredibly hard to let them help him and do things for him like he knew they would have to. But, he reasoned, which was worse? Being bed ridden for the rest of his life, or having to put away his pride for a while? Well, now that he thought of it that way, he knew what he had to do. Being confined to his bed would never work. No, for within a few years time he planned to run away to the North and join the rangers and live as all of his dwindling bloodline, the Dunedain. For, you see, if he remained there in Rivendell when he came of age he would, inevitably, have to become the long awaited King of Gondor. He had to, he was the only heir, as he had so often been told over the years whenever he said he didn't want to become King. Why would he say that? Because he didn't want to be stuck in a citadel wearing a crown and making decisions. He wanted to live in the wild, travel all over Middle Earth and have grand adventures. He would be Aragorn the Dunedain Ranger. (for Aragorn was his right name) Then, perhaps one day, if the need was dire and he was ready and wise and strong he would become King. But none of that could happen if he couldn't walk.

"I am ready Ada." Said Estel simply.

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There done! I kno it's not too long but at least it's here!!!!!!!!!! Again I am sooooooooooooo sorry about the huge amount of time between the chappies!!! I promise it will never take this long again!!!!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!

HI ALANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Luv u all!!!!!!!

EMHG :)

ps. ironicaly when I signed online to put this chappy up i read a review from someone wondering where i was!!! lol