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A/N: This occurs before the FOTR and that Gilraen died with Arathorn. Therefore Aragorn was treated like Elrond's third son.It also brings forward Aragorn's birth to a much later date making him about 60 years younger.
Hope of all
Estel (Aragorn) POV
The darkness loomed overhead, clouding most of the moonlight. The ground began to shake. Orcs. In my mind I screamed with terror. I would have given anything to have my brothers by my side. The shaking intensified. Throwing off the fear that had previously frozen me, I ran. Ignoring the fatigue that threatened to overcome me, I kept on. I hoped that Ada would find me
An arrow whizzed passed my face, grazing my cheek. It was another minor injury to add to the horde I already supported. I was running so fast that I didn't see the giant oak tree before we collided at each other in full force. Searing pain went through my head as I fell from the collision. Unable to see I wobbly sat down. Pain shot through my left side. I looked down. Embedded in my abdomen was an orc arrow. Protruding out of my body was its ebony shaft fletching. How in Arda was I supposed to get out of this mess?
I had no warning as suddenly legions of orcs leapt out of the brush. Their gruesome mutilated faces were fixed in maniacal grins. They began to close in on me. I tried to get up but the pain was too great and I collapsed. Cold and hard hands grabbed me from behind and pulled my head back. I found myself face to face to an orc. His face was so horrible I forgot to struggle. His appearance however could not hold anything against his fragrance. As the smell reached my nostrils I fought the urge to empty the contents of my stomach. He applied pressure to the back of my neck and the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was "were going to eat well tonight".
Elrohir POV
I could hear ada talking to Elladan, about what I am not sure. Estel had left a week ago to journey to Mirkwood. He should have been back by now. I tried not to worry, after all Legolas said he would ride back with Estel.
I know Elladan is afraid for him; he always took the role of overprotective big brother seriously. Ada is also concerned. He tries to not let it show but inside he is falling apart. Ada would not know what to do without Estel and to be truthful none of would. Now all we can do is pray to the valar that Legolas is bringing our little brother to us as we speak.
Thranduil POV
Fear crept into my heart as the sun rose. It was red
"Blood has been spilt this night, your majesty," Amaronil, my advisor, whispered. My son, Legolas, had set out this morning. To find Estel. He was supposed to of arrived four days ago. The very thought of a human child of only twelve summers in an orc encampment made me sick to my stomach.
I could however take comfort in the fact that my son was riding hard. Prince Legolas of Mirkwood was known for his ability in battle and his skill with a bow. Estel had to be saved. The hope of men could not die this young.
Estel (Aragorn) POV
When I was roused from my unconscious state the first thing I realised that my hands were bound. I lifted my head up and peered through my glazed over eyes. Smirking orcs. Their voices filled my ears. Screeching and cackling. I began to panic. Looking franticly around the cave, I searched for a means of escape.
"Look, the brats awake," the foul voice of the orc filled my ears, "I guess we will have to eat him alive then". I struggled harder but all that did was cause the rope to dig into my skin. In my panicked state I didn't notice and soon my blood flowed freely down my arms.
Hands roughly grabbed me from behind and hauled me over the cave floor. A spit. They were going to roast me on a spit. The flames crackled and my fear began to grow at a phenomenal rate. So absorbed in my fear I barely heard what the orcs were saying. Unable to do anything I just laid there terrified, while they prepared to eat me.
Legolas POV
Blood. Human blood. It was in a pool about 2 days hard riding from Imladris. The tracks leading away from the clearing. Just by the fact that there are noticeable tracks caused relief to flood through me. It meant that it was Orcs. Orcs I could handle. I ran as fast as my elven legs could carry me. The tracks appeared to be only a day old. As I ran I saw traces of human blood along the path. My blood began to boil. They dare to harm Estel! I reminded myself that anger has no place in battle, so I calmed myself and focused on the tracks rather than my best friend's blood.
Fire I could see fire! I smirked and moved closer to the cave. Foolish orcs and their caves. I knocked my arrow aimed and fired. The arrow flew gracefully through the air and embedded itself in the head of an Orca. I rained down volley after volley of arrows. Pain shot through my left arm. I looked down. A knife was protruding out. Cursing I took it out, sending another wave of pain. "Grab the human and run" I heard an Orc yell. Oh, no Estel. I tried to run after them but they were too far ahead. Gathering my pack, I took off towards Imladris. May the Valar protect your Estel.
Halidir POV
I was enjoying my stay in Imladris. It is not often I leave the woods of Lothlorein. I was enjoying it but now a shadow has cast fear and worry over the minds of its inhabitants. Mine included. Estel was never just a mortal child to me or any other elf. He was as his name suggests, Hope. Even though I was guest in Imladris I preferred to scout the woods. Anything to ensure the safety of my lady. Crack. What? I thought I turned slowly around expecting yrrch but instead I found Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. He seemed to be clutching his left arm. 'Your highness, what happened?' I don't know why I asked, when I already knew the answer as such. The fear unleashed itself and I grabbed the Prince and headed back to the house of Lord Elrond at a gallop.