Twelve Years Later:
A blonde haired elf walked in the forest near the Last Homely Home. No one knew who he was, and no one knew where he had come from. With him he had a bow with a quiver of arrows, a sack full of clothes, and a set of concealed twin knives. The elf looked like once upon a time we was regal and respected, but now he had a disheveled appearance about him, from his raggedy hair, to his raggedy clothes. Anyone watching him would immediately know that there was something much more about him then he let anyone know.
However, that one particular day, someone was watching, or rather someones. For the three sons of the Elf Lord Elrond, were watching this elf very closely ever since he entered the woods near Rivendell three days ago.
"Ow, Elrohir, you're on me!" whispered Estel. Elrond's adopted son, who just happened to be the hope of man.
"Sorry, Estel, its just Elladan's on me!" Elrohir said a little louder than Estel.
Elladan responded by sticking his tongue at his twin. The three sons of Elrond were in tree about a mile and half away from the gates of Rivendell. And the way that they were positioned on the branch was so awkward that it was almost impossible for them not to be on top of one another. The branch that they were on wasn't exactly the sturdiest of branches and it would creak ever so often. Elladan knew that one of the minutes it was going to snap, and he and his brother's were going to have a nice fall.
Just then their intruder decided to walk closer to them. All three of them shut their mouths, and tried to keep quiet, but ever so often a giggle would come out of Estel's mouth. When their intruder got exactly underneath them, the branch chose to give way, and all three of them became victims of gravity.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" exclaimed Estel, as he fell and landed on something soft, yet rough at the same time. He turned around just to see Elrohir land on his feet, and recover quickly enough to catch his twin. The ground beneath Estel moved causing him to jump and land on his feet. The intruder got up and turned to face them. Elrohir helped his twin to his feet.
"Who are you?" Estel asked, wanting to know the identity of the intruder.
The elf paused for a minute. It has been so long since anyone asked who he is. He couldn't remember. Its been so long since he thought of his identity. The last thing he remembered was waking up in the human family's home just outside Edoras twelve years ago. Apparently he was thrown from his horse, and had a concussion which had long since healed, but his memories were gone. He didn't know where he came from, who his parents are, or how old he was, he couldn't even remember his own name. The human family was nice enough to help him heal, guessing he was from Lothlorien or Mirkwood, but couldn't be sure as that they had only seen elves from a distance. They even gave him a name to go by, Thoron, which was the man's grandfather's name. And that was the name he has been going by for twelve years.
"Thoron," replied the elf.
Elladan looked at Elrohir for now that they got a good look at the elf they vaguely recognized him. He looked so familiar, and Thoron was definitely not his name. But Estel didn't know that.
"I'm Estel, and these are my brothers Elladan and Elrohir," replied Estel to Thoron.
The twins nodded. "Would you like to come to Rivendell and get something to eat and perhaps some clean clothes?" asked Elladan shaking off the feeling of deja vu he had while looking at the elf.
Thoron was silent. There was something about Rivendell like he had been there before. Maybe in a dream or something, he couldn't remember, but what did he have to lose? Nothing. He nodded.
He followed Estel as he led the way back to Rivendell.
Elladan stayed behind with his twin, "Ro, that Thoron looks so familiar."
"You don't have to tell me Dan. I know, but from where, I don't know. Perhaps Ada can help."
Elladan nodded as the twins ran to catch up with Estel and Thoron who were deep in conversation.
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