I really hope that you guys are on board with the entire disabled characters, because it gives this story something that I really haven't seen in FF or AO3.
Parings: Belle Baggins/Aragorn, son of Arathorn
Belle Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf
Belle Baggins/Fili
Rating: T
The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Dawn had just broke over the woods of Eryn Vorn and in the Fire Benders' clearing two people were hard at work as a crowd of students watched. Aragorn, son of Arathorn was up against the diminutive Master Willow in the day's lessons. The new student was losing horribly to the seasoned Master, but it didn't bother him.
There was a sharp feeling of pain in his body as Aragorn tried and failed to dodge a blast of fire that came his way. The scent of burnt flesh and scorched hair didn't faze him at all as he stood against the fires that were bombarding him.
"Boy, you'll need to do better if you want to be a Master!" the hobbit, whose name he really didn't care about, roared at him.
"Of course, Master Willow," Aragorn said as he began to double his efforts. Fire scorched the ground black as he did all he could to twist his way out of the hobbit's path, and the other students looked at him with sympathy. It was something he could hardly comprehend anymore, and could care less about if he was being honest. He wasn't afflicted by pain-crippling emotions and would be glad about it if only he could.
It was a weakness that he couldn't afford to have as Heir of Gondor, but the actual chances of him ever ruling were slim. Aragorn was completely fine with that seeing as it was another weight that was lifted off his back.
Though he did resent his ability to be blunt to a fault, and he never showed it to the others; his Wandering companions were the proof of his harsh words and scathing comments. Though he knew they didn't take any of what he said to heart, and the burden on his shoulders lessened whenever he saw understanding in their eyes. Well, most of their eyes, since Fili couldn't really show his understanding in his eyes and had to express it in other ways.
From the little hobbit lass that made his life much more bearable to the silent elf that kept him from complete isolation, hell even the headstrong dwarf had accepted him and his Punishment. In return he showed preference to the three companions he had during their Wandering, and it made each of them much happier.
"Disgrace to Fire itself! I'm done with you for today you Punished whelp!"
Once that would have made him feel something akin to what he knew was rage or self-loathing, but he didn't care.
"Yes, Master Willow," it really didn't matter if the Master didn't like him. It honestly didn't matter since all he had to do beat the Master in a formal spar in front of the other Masters of the other Elements, then no more Master Willow. Simple as that.
The Master's words hurt others and his arrogance was felt by many in Eryn Vorn, because he was one of the eldest Masters in their sanctuary he felt a certain power that he shouldn't have. His students were very wary of the Master and didn't spend anymore necessary time than needed with the bitter hobbit. Aragorn knew of a better hobbit that was worth a thousand of him, and he knew just where to find her.
His face was emotionless as he walked over tree roots with his bare feet as he walked to the lake that the Water Benders called their own, and judging by the Sun's position in the sky it was nearing breakfast. The little hobbit was surely in the Mess Hall but knowing her, she was most likely passed out at the water's edge after a long night of practicing. As he broke through the treeline that was near the lake he cocked his head at the sight of the half-drowned hobbit.
Her body was half in the water as it lapped around her sleeping form, the water flowing beautifully through her tattered Shire dress. One of the few things she managed to keep from being irreparable during their Wandering. He thought it made her look, well, it made her look like Belle; the little hobbit faunt that he protected from the scathing words of others.
She was much more tolerable if she wasn't sad, yes that was it.
Bending down to pick her up seemed easy enough, and he was caught off guard to see her eyes snap open and the water around them surged at her command. The little water tendrils that began their way towards him had halted and fell back to the lake when she realized who was in front of her. "I'm sorry, didn't mean it," he heard her mutter under her breath and he only nodded.
After helping her to her feet Aragorn knew exactly how to get her moods up again, "Breakfast." She grinned and he lead her back to Eryn Vorn and up the large trees that kept the little town up from the forest floor. He gave her a small pat on the top of her head before going to sit with the Fire Benders that trickled into the Mess Hall, and sat next to a dwarf and another human. They were unremarkable in the eyes of the Master and so he gravitated towards them whenever he was separated from Legolas, Fili, or Belle.
"I don't like how the Master gives you a hard time for being Punished," the dwarrowdam he sat next to said. It still threw him off his game whenever he saw her beard and Aragorn always mistook her for a male.
"It doesn't bother me, Ásdís . You are aware of this," he said as he munched on a piece of bacon that was set in front of his by the Water Benders that took care in cooking their meals.
"It should Aragorn, no one should be treated harshly because of that. I mean you had a good reason right?" the man next to him asked.
"I was taken in by the Elves of Rivendell, and I was forced to stay there in the days following my parents' demise. I actually had to burn my guards to be able to leave and meet with Belle and the others. I was forced to fight against my Call, but I view my Punishment as an advantage."
Ásdís gawked at him before exclaiming, "You have no emotions! How in the name of Mahal's Forges is that good?" The human next to Aragorn nodded in agreement, wanting to know how he could think this a good thing.
"What if someone to whom I was close to died? It wouldn't hurt."
"Is that the life you want? To never love another and to never feel anything?" Percival asked Aragorn.
"I will if I must, tis my Punishment to live with not yours."
The dwarrowdam only punched Aragorn in the arm and turned back to her breakfast, "I hope your Punishment will be rescinded."
"May your words be heard by the Valar," Percival automatically said.
Many felt bad for Aragorn, whom they had known for a little over three weeks at the most, and it was he never noticed the pitying looks sent his way or he didn't care. It wasn't like he needed their pity to get on with his life and he had told them many times, but if anything he only managed to gain more sympathy from others.
After breakfast the Fire Benders were given free range to practice their lessons from sunrise that day, and Ásdís was much more than she let on. Percival was too, but their only explanation for that was that 'Everyone needs to learn not to underestimate or overestimate anyone.' They were Apprenticing under Master Willow for a little over two years and were no closer to beating the Master in a formal spar but Percival did come close. Ásdís was slowly improving with her control over the Fire that threatened to dominate her soul.
He had arrived just as Master Willow had acquiesced to pass some Punished students after they had won fairly in their formal spars and he guessed it made the hobbit mad that he had to Mentor another Punished bender. After he was taken into Willow's class the Hobbit refused to take on anymore, and would live out the rest of his life in Eryn Vorn; much to the other Masters' consternation.
"Useless boy! Just like that deaf whelp Hildigard has," and something inside Aragorn snapped. Later he would recognize this as rage but as for as he thought it was that his patience with the hobbit had snapped. Fire bursts from his clenched hands and he quickly aimed it at the Master who could only gawk at Aragorn's intensity. In hindsight it wasn't a good idea to burn the hobbit but he was so... how could he put it?
But damn, it was his own fault not Aragorn's.
The practicing he did on his own was well worth the surprise on the others' faces and he literally cartwheeled over to Master Willow; all while Fire burst from his body. It couldn't be contained by his will power anymore, and he let out all the Fire he had pent up in him. Grabbing the hobbit by his collar he stared into the elderly man's brown eyes with his lifeless ones. "You are an arrogant man, and while it doesn't matter what you say about me just remember this. None of my Wandering companions chose this life and they had their reasons for ignoring their Call. Don't judge them on what they did, but judge them on who they are. Understand?" he asked.
"Who do you think-" he was cut off by Aragorn slamming him into the ground underneath him.
"I think I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Do not test my patience again."
Ásdís and Percival gaped at Aragorn as he returned to their side and began practicing his katas again, "What?" The dwarrowdam only rubbed her short beard as Percival whistled nervously at the way he was looking at them. "Spit it out, my patience is thin as it is," he said monotonously. His voice was flat and deprived of any anger they expected to hear.
"It's just that, you got angry... and you can't do it. Since you don't have emotions," Ásdís pointed out and Percival nodded behind her.
"He had pushed me until I was forced to push back," he answered.
"So no anger?"
"None that I can feel."
The Water Benders had come to heal the burns Aragorn had left on Master Willow and helped the hobbit back to the town; and he swore he saw Master Hildigard smile at him. She had bent the water away from the burns on Willow's arms and left him to some of her elven students to carry him back. That smirk made him feel pride, a fleeting thing that crossed the back of his mind. He could only wonder what his companions' reactions will be when he informs them.
Legolas' smirk.
Fili's laugh.
Belle's smile.
Those were the things that kept his patience from snapping.
~.~.~.
"Winner Aragorn!"
His shoulder length hair flowed around his head that was covered in bruises and his bare torso was littered in burns and wounds. A band of metal surrounded his biceps and his face betrayed no emotions as the other Masters clapped. On the ground in front of him lay Master Willow, incapacitated as the Rules of the Arena stated very specifically. Beaten with his own Element and a countdown from three was initiated, and there he stood. A Master of Fire, someone who could now finish the Call after his Mentoring.
Be it one class or ten he would eventually lose the Call's merciless grip on his soul.
Then he would see if his Punishment could be rescinded and seek out his Wandering companions so he might be able to apologize.
He was only twenty-one and was advancing further along with his Mastery than the others in his class had, specifically Ásdís and Percival. The two were happy for him instead of the jealousy that he received from others. His Wandering companions were overjoyed at the fact he had been the second of them being a Master and have had yet to leave his side in the Mess Hall.
"Was it hard?" Fili asked as he reached over to grab a glass and drink what he thought was milk but was actually ale. He spat out the drink and coughed as Belle pounded on his back, Legolas sighed as switched the glasses that Fili mixed up. Pressing the milk into his hand and rubbing his back at the same to to help alleviate his coughs.
"No, Master Willow is arrogant and too confident in his lacking abilities to actually fight. I let him get a couple good hits in before finishing him off, it will be different with your Master," Aragorn said as Fili got over his coughs. The blind dwarf only gave a thumbs up as he drank the correct liquid, the milk dirtying his braided mustache which Belle thought was cute.
No matter what Fili said about it, 'Its a dwarven tradition to have braided facial hair!' and was always responded with an 'I think its cute.' Aragorn himself had some facial hair, just a bit of hair dusting his chin, upper lip, and a tad of his neck; Legolas had no facial hair as was content to keep it that way. The only hair that Belle had that wasn't attached to her head was the hair on her feet, and by the looks of it the little hobbit was proud to have such curls adorn her feet.
"I can't wait to be a Master like you and Belle! To be able to finally teach a class of my own," he said as he put the cup back on the table. The high chair that he sat in limited his range of feel, so in actuality he was blind at the moment. In that moment the teen dwarf was unable to see anything and it was just nothing. Though he was used to this while sitting in the Man sized chairs in the Mess Hall, and having to accept help from others. Even if it meant letting them refill his glass or having them get his food for him, you know. Normal things like that.
"I have yet to teach a class, I just got my Mastery an hour ago," he stated as he drank his water.
Legolas smiled out the corner of his eye and playfully hit the Man on the shoulder, grinning like a mad man when he received the expected punch off his chair. From his position on the ground he could do nothing but smile and get his journal ready to write some shit back to Aragorn. A charcoal pencil at the ready to fight with words, and the elf wanted to laugh in these moments. He truly did, but he accepted his disability and used it to better himself as a person. Just like Belle and Fili did, and while Aragorn couldn't really better himself as a person with his Punishment he accepted it nonetheless.
"Legolas, at this point you should know better," he said as he extended a hand to the elf, who took it gratefully. They all knew that this was Aragorn's natural defense to attack, but Legolas still tried to goad the human. The elf quickly wrote on the journal in front of him and passed it to the human, I know at this point, its just fun to piss you off.
"I can't be pissed off, I don't feel anger or annoyance."
Yet you punch back, what can you say about this mellon?
"It is my natural defense to react when threatened."
Keep saying a lie and people will accept it as the truth Aragorn.
"Truth is perceived differently and will be thought of as a lie to those who perceive it so."
Belle tugged on Fili's sleeve as the hobbit tween read the conversation from Aragorn's lips and Legolas' journal, "Do you know what they mean?"
"No, no I can't."
The tween just smiled as she put a nice sandwich together for the four of them, her little hands grabbing lettuce and tomato and piling it on toasted bread slices. Sliced ham and turkey following some yellow tangy sauce she found on the table, after slamming the top piece of bread on the sandwiches she slid off her chair to pass them around to her companions. Aragorn took his impassively while Legolas smiled brightly at the hobbit as she handed him his sandwich, Fili muttered his thanks as he coughed after drinking from Aragorn's mug again.
Her chair was taller than her and she jumped in order to grab onto the seat and she swung her leg up into the seat to boost the rest of her body up. "One of these days I'll be tall enough not to jump," she mumbled.
Don't worry periannath, you can always ask Aragorn or I to help you.
"I can't always ask you guys for help."
"Just because you won't ask doesn't mean you should not expect it," Fili said wisely as he bit into his sandwich. His face puckering slightly at the taste of the tangy sauce but he liked it; despite the tang he tasted he smiled and ate happily. His companions having different reactions to their food, Aragorn merely ate it without any facial expressions and Legolas held the sandwich in one hand while gulping water with the other.
"Stop being a baby," Aragorn said as he kicked Legolas' chair, causing water to splash on his face. The elf glared at him but the human only ate and he just settled for glaring at Aragorn over the rim of his mug. The Fire Master ate the last bit of crust and drank the rest of his ale, well what was left after Fili was done anyway, and left the table. He gave them a slight wave as he left, ignoring the jealous looks from the others in the room.
The three at the table only smiled at his retreating form, and ate the rest of their meal at the Fire Benders' table with Ásdís and Percival. They talked to the two Apprentices as Aragorn left, and when he got out of the Mess Hall he exhaled through his nose. His body losing its tension as he took a stroll through the hanging town, the setting sun cast a red glow in the trees and air as he walked over hanging bridges with ease.
He was headed for the Fire House so he could move his objects and clothing from the Apprentices' Dorms to the individual houses that each Master had. Granted it was a small house with only a living area, bedroom, and bathroom complete with irrigation to move water to his room; it was all he needed. If he wants to move into the actual residential area of Eryn Vorn in the future he could but there would be no point of it.
The residential area was a place where Benders could move into houses with different people and if they wished, they could start a family. There were families that lived in Eryn Vorn, and they have for hundreds of years. Races of all kinds lived happily; elves, men, dwarves, and hobbits. Some races intermingling together and most staying in their own race; children of those who Mastered their elements inherited one from type of control from a parent.
A Water and Fire pair with three sons who, either had Fire or Water never both.
The Elements have never mixed and they never will, according to the books that scribes had wrote over the years about the Elements and its properties.
Walking into his dorm that he shared with Percival and three other male Fire Benders, Aragorn nodded impassively to them before gathering his stuff together. "I think he's a cheat, don't you Fainor?" one elf asked to another.
"Yeah, we've worked our asses off and we have yet to beat Willow. He probably let you win so he didn't have to teach a Punished," Fainor said as he glared at Aragorn.
"You think you can fool everyone, saying that your emotions are gone. Trying to get some kind of sympathy from the others," the first elf sneered.
"Just disgusting right Hadron?"
"Absolutely."
The entire time Aragorn just ignored them and packed his things into a burlap bag, as the other Bender in the room sat up in his bed next to Aragorn's. The dwarf looking at the two elves with thinly veiled disgust in his eyes as they continued to demean the Master. "Oi lads, I wouldnae go castin stones at others jus yet!" his stock body jumping to the floor as he put himself into a stance.
"Why are you defending him Gunnar? He just took the position that you have been practicing for years for!" Fainor exclaimed to the dwarf who only grunted.
"I may 'ave worked ma ass off fer a Mastery, but I am 'appy jus tha same fer those tha' do get a Mastery."
Hadron shook his head in disbelief at Gunnar and as the tension rose Aragorn stood up, a pack thrown over his shoulder as he walked over to Gunnar. He gave the dwarf a slap on the back in thanks, and just as he was about to leave the room the familiar heat of Fire came at him. Allowing himself to fall forward he caught himself on with his hands and kicked his foot out. Bright red flames scorched the floor and hit its mark; behind him Fainor screamed as he hit the ground.
The Fire only singed his long hair to his shoulders and the pounding of footsteps had engulfed all their ears as another Fire Master entered the room. Master Norin entered the room with her hands at the ready for any signs of fighting, the sight that greeted her made her bristle with anger. "What is going on here?" she roared as the Apprentices looked at her with their heads bowed.
"Master! Aragorn tried to kill me!"
"Wha' a load o' shit! This lil whelp provoked 'im to defend 'imself!" Gunnar informed the fiery red head quickly as she looked over to Fainor and Hadron. Her brown eyes then shot to Aragorn whose burlap bag was at the ready for him to leave.
"Is this true Master Aragorn?" she asked as she forced Fainor up onto his feet. She motioned for Hadron and Gunnar to follow her along with Aragorn and she lead them out of the dorms. "Well?" she prompted as the young Man fell into step with her.
"Yes Master Norin," he replied as she turned onto a bridge that lead to the Fire Master's houses. All of them the same size and painted red and yellow, she stopped at a vacant one and nudged Aragorn forward to it.
"Your new lodgings, come on you three. Master Willow will know what to do with you," she said as she pushed Hadron in the direction of Master Willow's house. "Congrats, by the way," she told Aragorn, who only nodded as he opened his door, "Expect a student or two tomorrow!"
"Yes Master Norin."
Fire had played a major part of his life and the decorations the house came with reflected that, it was as if all Masters had been through what he had. A new dawn would be here after the setting sun gave way to night, and he couldn't help but to ponder what was in his future.
~.~.~.
"KILI!" he felt himself get pulled out of his memories to see the sight of the underage dwarf back away from a snarling warg and its rider. Fili panicked and shifted the rocks underneath the boy, causing a small pit to engulf Kili safely. Dis had lifted her war hammer over her head and smashed the head of the orc that inched closer to her youngest son while Dwalin used Grasper and Keeper to finish off the warg. Once the danger had passed Fili bent the Earth to spit out Kili, who clutched his mother's traveling coat with all he had.
The howls of the approaching orc pack had the entire Company jump into action; Legolas grabbed both Belladonna and Belle and formed a ball of air beneath him. Using one foot to steady his center of balance he made sure the two hobbits were holding onto his arms before he took off, the air gliding harmlessly on the plains beneath him.
Rivendell, Aragorn lamented at the realization of being so close to the Last Homely Home of the West but the Company needed him more. He quickly followed Legolas and the sounds of stomping behind him alerted his mind to the fact that the Company was following him. The blonde companion of his was too panicked to do any help so he kept near the dwarf, offering his silent support.
"Follow Legolas! Quickly!" Gandalf cried out as he followed the elf who rode past orc after orc, dodging the swipes they made at him with their weapons. The elf had let control of the air near a large outcropping of rocks in a large clearing and readied his bow and arrow. Gandalf knew what the elf was doing and was glad that someone had caught onto his subtle hints.
Kili made his way to Legolas and notched his own arrow and began to shoot down the riders while the silent elf took down the wargs. The number of the pack, however, didn't help the archers and Aragorn could only scorch those who came near the hidden entrance. He knew, he knew what would be waiting for him in the peaceful valley he really didn't want to think about it.
"This way! Quickly!" Gandalf yelled as Belle turned her water into ice so she could stop the arrow that was coming her mother's way. The second one shot hit the poor tween in the shoulder, and Fili's eyes widened as he felt the vibrations of his companion hit the ground. His Earth walls separated them from orcs giving each of the Company time to jump into the hidden passage.
Aragorn took his chance and made a grab at Belle while he ran to the small cave; his face filled with horror as he felt her blood heat his cold body. His horror shut down his nerves and cut him off from the world as he threw himself into down the hole. Legolas and Kili following him as Fili lowered the wall and burrowed his way down into the Earth. The vibrations in the ground had given him a direction to the others as he close his little entrance above him, his hands bending with his arms and knees as he made his own path to the others.
"Gloin, Oin. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dwalin, Balin. That's seven; Thorin, Dis, Kili. Ten, oh! Nori, Ori, Dori and Bella. There's fourteen, Aragorn and Legolas and Belle. Seventeen... where's Fili?" Gandalf counted the number of people on his fingers and paused at the missing dwarf.
"Right here!" he said as his head popped through a stone wall on Balin's left, causing the elderly dwarf to jump in surprise. The sounds of elvish hunting horns filled the air and an orc fell down the rough slope that lead into the cave. "I can sense a long winding path to the left, follow it?" he told Aragorn who nodded. The tiny hobbit in his arms as he made his way into the tight path first, ignoring the protests that the dwarves made.
He had to hurry, he couldn't loose her too; he refused to let another person he cared about to die in his arms. Aragorn would suck up his pride and face the elves once more, if only to get her some help. She was the healer in their group, and if she was down then they would soon follow her. The water that he stepped in as he ventured down the path meant that he was close to the opening.
Fili and Legolas were like ghosts following him, both passing effortlessly through the path and silently as well. Though both Fili and him knew that if he could Legolas would be screaming in frustration at this point.
Light poured into the Hidden Valley of Imladris as he ran down the natural steps the rocks made, desperate to get to the courtyards of Elrond as quick as he could. "Beautiful," he heard Belle mutter as she opened her eyes to see the light filter through the trees. The bright blue sky smiled happily at her as the tween grasped at the arrow in her chest.
"Don't do that Belle, please. I'm going to get you help, just hold on," he begged her as he turned down winding paths and over a bridge next to his favorite waterfall. The Company on his heels as he burst into the courtyard, a small squadron of elves at the ready. They looked to be a receiving line for someone else but they jumped into action when they saw the bleeding girl.
Aragorn's face crumpled as the hobbit was plucked from his arms and swiftly taken away by an elf maiden he knew very well. "Estel? Is that you?" a familiar voice asked him and he looked up to see either Elladan or Elrohir standing before him. Their faces were flawless but their hair wasn't as long as it used to be but their hands, the hands that poked out from under their sleeves were covered in scars. The puckered skin on their hands haunted him and he turned away from them in shame. He didn't dare look at the pale tips of their ears that contrasted vastly to their tanned skin, he wouldn't. He couldn't.
The same hunting horn from earlier rang out once more as the party that they heard earlier pranced into the courtyard; before he knew it he was yanked into the middle of a dwarven circle with Fili, Kili, and Legolas. It was awkward for the two Tall Folk get herded into a tight ring of protection while they rose above the Little Folk. Throughout this his slate blue-grey eyes never left the twins, his face frozen in humiliation and fear as he got lost in his memories once more.
Those horrible memories that plagued him after he had gotten his emotions back.
"Come one Estel! We're gonna teach you how to shoot a bow and arrow!" One of the twins called out as the two dragged him down to the training yard. The teen of eighteen years allowed himself to be dragged by the Lord's sons, his face impassive as he allowed it so. Over the years his feelings have grown less and less, to the point where he stopped feeling all together and it became too much of a hassle to pretend any longer.
"I don't want to be an archer," he said.
"You won't know until you try!" the other twin whined as they came to a halt in the training yard. A bow rested on a table set out in advance with a quiver of arrows next to it, and three different targets were set out for him. "It'll be fun!" he said as he took the bow off the table and gave the string a twang. Once he was satisfied he pushed the bow into Aragorn's hands and giving him an arrow.
The young man notched it like he had seen others do and looked to a twin who gave him a nod. He drew the arrow back to where the end of it was tickling his ear and he straightened his elbow and released the arrow. It didn't hit the target at all and instead tore through a flower pot that was on a nearby patio, his head turned to the twins and he gave them the bow.
"I'm going back to the library," he said but the twins grabbed him again.
"Don't be like that!"
"Leave me be," he replied.
Taking his leave of the two after shrugging off their hands and made his way to the library, set on something that the two devils wanted to know.
Days he had spent looking for a cure to his ailment, to the festering presence in his heart and mind. It plagued him for years and got worse after his emotions faded into nonexistence, he was fine with this but he wanted to know why they were gone. Why the healers couldn't help him, or why it had never been recorded by the healers.
He wanted to know everything.
It was a sickening feeling, one that made him want to run off into the wilds and seek something that would complete him, so he spent much of his time searching for the answer to his ailment. Alas, he had yet to find the cause or a way to alleviate it but he kept on going with his research. Hoping to find something that could help him, anything at this point.
One day it became to much for him, the pull on his soul to the pestering of the twins and it all boiled down to the fact that he couldn't find anything. Then he was dragged back to the training grounds, where the archery equipment was set up again.
"Just try it please!"
"No."
"Come on Estel!"
"No."
Those pests had forced in to hold the bow and notch the arrow but the second they began to correct his form and make him shoot at a moving target, which was Lindir holding a target, he snapped. His patience and control gone and his hands heated up when they grabbed him hand to help his aim, then the flames started all of the sudden. All the time he spent refusing the pull just for the sake of the elf who took him so graciously into his home had erupted.
The smell of burning flash hit his nose and he looked down to the two elves who were engulfed in flames and rolling on the ground. Desperate to put the fires out, and without a second glance at their agony, their burning ears and hair, he fled. With no time to get any provisions he had immediately left, in order to escape imprisonment. Yes, yes, that was his reason. So he followed his heart and left the burning elves to Lindir's care, the man would be able to fix what he had done.
Soon after he left Rivendell in his now ragged robes he met a hobbit, dwarf, and elf; all with the same pull that he had.
"Estel, welcome home," they said as they made a sweeping motion with the arms as they bent at the waist.
Home, was this truly his home?
No, home was Eryn Vorn.
Home was Fili, Legolas, and Belle.
He had home with him, but here he was being accepted with arms wide open.
"Ready to learn how to shoot a bow and arrow?" they asked at the same time.
"Yeah, I am."
Yay! I'm really happy that my writing skills are expanding! My chapters are getting longer and I hold you all like that.
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