Plz!!! read my other story/poem Don't Turn Away, if you like that I would like to make it into a long story, but only if you like that, so check it out.

Falling into your Arms

Chp. 3: Off to the woods

After Estel packed, he sat silently in his room, waiting. There was knock on the door. He did not answer, but the door, slowly, began to open.

"Estel," someone slurred out in there drunken stumblings, "I've bin lookin' alse ov'e for ya."

Estel backed into the corner. "Whatcha' doin' ov'e there in that there cor'ne? Don'cha knowse it's me, Is..., say whast my name?"

"Isthilius?"

"Ah yes, thatche its." He fell to the floor, passed out from his excessive drinking. Estel edged along the wall, and ran out of the room.

He ran into someone. Petrified he stood still, afraid to look.

"Estel, it is time to go," he heard his father say. "Your horse is waiting."

They walked out to the stables to where they saw Estel's white steed standing next to his fathers chestnut mare. They both mounted and road to the gate, where they had agreed to meet the others.

"King Arathorn," said a cheerful voice, yet to Estel it was filled with malice. "Our friend, Istilius, has passed out within the castle walls. I suppose we should wait for him."

"Yes we should, I will post-pone the trip till the morrow, and tend to Isthilius."

"While we wait, why don't I help Estel practice riding his horse?"

"That would be a good idea, don't you think, Estel?"

Estel did not answer, so the King rode off to the castle. The man took the lead of the horse, and guided him off into the woods, letting out a cold, long laugh.......


A/N: Yes so that was a short suck chapter and I know it. However, it had to happen and the muse didn't visit me tonight. If u thought it sucked plz tell me, because when the muse does come for this chapter I will rewrite it. Next chp. will be better, and we will find out why Estel is so quiet.