Falling into your arms
Chp. 2 From the shadows
Estel quietly walked back into his home, but as he did so shadows of the past crept across his mind. He shook his head and began to run, trying to outrun the shadows.
"Estel, where have you been I missed you so much?" asked a quiet voice from the shadows infront of him. Estel slowly backed into the wall.
"I got lost," he said in a whisper, almost as if he were choking.
"Whats wrong Estel? Aren't you glad to see your teacher?..........."
As Legolas approched his home in Mirkwood, a terrible pain struck him, as if someone he deeply cared for was trouble. He climbed the steps two at a time, and ran through the halls towards his fathers chamber.
He flung the doors open, only to see his father bent over some papers.
"Father, I am home. What are you doing?" Legolas asked his clearly frantic father.
"Oh, hi," his father said picking his eyes up off the paper, and turned to face his son with a smile. "We are getting ready to have some company, lots of company."
His father bent back over his work, and handed Legolas a piece of folded parchment. He slowly unfolded it and saw a list of people.
He slowly scrolled down the list.
KIng Arathorn Elrond
Queen Testhel Arwen
Prince Estel Ellohir
Princess Leese Elldaden
Isthilius Earang
Vesper.......
"Vesper!!!!" Legolas screamed.
"What?"
"But Vesper was banished from here long ago, he can't come back."
"How do we know it is the same person?" his father said calmly." Besides he is Estels teacher."
Legolas seemed to calm down, "Your right father, I am sure the King of Gondor would not endanger his son that way."
He calmly turned to leave, but as he did so his father said, "Wait. Here is what I will need you to do. Since we are low on accomadations, Estel, Vesper, and Isthilius will be rooming with you." "Alright father," he said, then turned and walked away.
Estel walked towards the throne room, passing the statues of the kings of old. And now as he passed them he felt a new respect for them. He held his hear high infornt of his ancestors, but as a guard approched he dropped his head submissivly. The guard thought this was funny and he laughed. Estel jumped, and hit the wall. The guard tried to help him regain his feet, but he quickly got up and ran away. Tears threatened to fall from the deep icy gray pools, that were his eyes, from the pain he felt, not from the physical pain he felt, but something much deeper.
He ran to his room, not even stopping to tell his father that he was home. He locked the door and cried in the corner. Letting all of his feelings out, afraid to step foot into the world agian. He wanted to hide here forever.
There was a knock on the door. Estel, still shaken from yesterdays past events, did not answer it. He thought he heard footsteps receding from the door, so he got up and hurried out of his room. He went to his fathers room, hoping to get there un-noticed by anyone else.
He knocked on the door.
"Come in," his father said. Estel slowly opened the door, and walked in. He glanced around looking for all the exits, then brought his eyes to rest on his father.
"Your home, my dear son," his father cried with joy. He rushed to his son and wrapped his arms tightly around him. Estel winced. "Where have you been?" his father wondered, as all parents do when there children are out to late (happy to see them, angry they weren't home).
Estel was silent as he slowly backed into a corner.
"Oh, what does it matter?" his father pondered. "No use in it anyways. However, we are going to Mirkwood to vist the elves. Isn't that exciting?" his father asked him, showing his own glee to be able to see his old friend.
Estel smiled, but there was still pain in his eyes. He walked out into the hall, and back to his own room, where he got ready for the ensueing journey.
A/N: Well thats it, sorry had to torture Estel, also things WILL become more clear in the next chapter, but nothing will become clear if there are no reviews to make me want to write more. And yes, I am evil.
