Title: In My Heart

Title: In My Heart.

Author: Ice Cube

Rating: Dunno yet, prolly not more than PG-13, thought prolly more like PG.

Spoilers: Not unless you’ve know almost nothing about Lord of the Rings.

Disclaimer: Right, if I owned them anywhere outside of my dreams, the characters that are forthwith mentioned in this story would be making me a lot of money and very happy…so no, they aren’t mine, and I’m a broke college student who has no money, so if you’re going to sue, feel free, you won’t get anything. The song is by Phil Collins, and is owned by him or whoever has the rights to it. Needless to say, it isn’t me.

Characters: Estel, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir…the Lords Elrond and Glorfindel may make small appearances.

Archives: Feel free; just let me know where so I can find it again.

Summary: It’s a songfic, as becomes painfully obvious after the set-up of the plot. It’s basically a general Aragorn and Legolas friendship fic that revolves around the early stages of their friendship, possibly spanning longer, but I don’t know yet.

Warnings: to those who think that I am capable of writing a fic that is torture free…I can’t, and thus, if you don’t want to see Estel h/c, various possible tortures, and other forms of angst, find another story. Also, to those of you looking for slash, when I mean friendship, I take that in the best friend, trust you with my life and have no problem telling you about my current crush who is of the opposite sex. In other words, if you’re looking for slash, you won’t find it here. It’s meant as a one-shot, but so are all of my stories, so we’ll see where that goes. By the way, like almost everything I’ve ever written, it’s AU, so take that into account when Gilraen is missing and for anyone who doesn’t assume that Elrond took Estel in as his son and the twins thought of him as a brother, I do…so…yeah…that happens in this.

A/N: Rhonda, this is to satisfy you until I can get For Estel written and posted. And no, I still won’t tell you what happens in the end.

Songbird, I blame this story on you. Sorta. You haven’t given me anything to write in a while, and while I don’t mind it, I miss the Kao and Selinde Chronicles!

Warning: I don’t have my stories beta’d, I’m too impatient to wait for someone to proof it after I’ve written it, so I apologize for any mistakes, and if you email me to tell me that they’re there, I’ll fix them on ff.net.

Reviews are always a plus, it’s great to know that people are reading my stories and like them, but as I’m a horrible reviewer, I won’t hold my breath for them. Flames, however, will be treated with the utmost respect they deserve…they will be ignored completely or poked fun at with friends.

That said, on with the tale…

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You’ll be here in my heart,

Always.

- Phil Collins

“Ada, I’m going out to play,” Estel called out the door as he was running. He did not want to be caught inside doing lessons on an afternoon such as this if he could help it.

Elrond sighed as he watched the boy run towards the woods and only relaxed when he saw the 10 year old had his light sword sheathed at his waist. At least if he was going to be alone in the Wilds surrounding Imladris, he would have some form of protection. Turning back to the Mirkwood delegation, he continued through his meeting, meaning to find his elder sons when the talks were adjourned to trail Estel and keep an eye on him.

~~*~~

Estel had happened upon a set of tracks that looked vaguely familiar to him, and decided that even if he’d been successful at avoiding the hour of history lecture from Glorfindel, he should at least put some of the lessons from Elladan and Elrohir to use. Carefully, he studied the prints and began to follow them farther away from the safety of his father’s realm.

It was not much longer when Estel noticed the forest’s quiet, as if the trees were screaming at him to turn back. The birds were no longer chirping, the various insects all seemed to be holding their breath, and even the leaves that had been swirling in the winds had found places on the ground to watch what was beginning to unfold. Had Estel been born an Elf, he would have heard the warnings of the trees that were speaking to each other of the danger to a child, but alas, the boy had to make do with his own senses.

“I don’t like the sound of this,” Estel whispered as his decade old mind processed the sudden quiet. Wise beyond his young years, the boy had learned the value of alertness from the Elves, and quietly drew his sword even as he looked for a tree to climb while he tried to find what the problem was. The sound of his metal blade grating on the sheath was unbelievably loud, even to the boy’s ears, and he cringed. The sound of heavy footsteps sent fear into the young Numenorean’s heart, and he scrambled for cover.

~~*~~

Elrond had long ago finished his meeting with the Prince of Mirkwood and his delegates, and had retired to the Halls of Fire. Here he had been resting lightly when the twins stumbled in, laughing about the prank they were going to play on one of the servants. They stopped when they saw their father.

“Ada, where is Estel? I thought he was to have history lessons in here with Glorfindel while you were meeting with Legolas?” The look in their father’s eyes was enough to sober any remaining humor in their hearts.

“That’s what I meant to do afterwards. Your brother went to play in the woods to the East. Please go and find him if he isn’t back. I’d like him to be clean for dinner tonight, and he will definitely need a bath if he’s been to the mud pits that he loves to find.”

“Yes, Ada,” the twins chorused as they turned back out the door. It was starting to get close to the dinner hour, and as it was nearing winter, they both knew that it would be dark soon. It was not long until they found Estel’s prints, and followed them quickly to the same clearing that he had found his own tracking adventure some hours before. What they found there tore at their hearts. Estel’s prints led off in the same direction of Orc tracks.

After following the tracks for longer than either twin would have liked, Elladan noticed that they were passing out of the boundaries of Imladris. Knowing that they would need help if Estel were to have stumbled upon an Orc camp, the twins split up, Elladan opting to take the news to their father and getting Legolas and a number of other Elves to search for the boy, Elrohir following the tracks further to see what had become of their baby brother.

~~*~~

Estel had only just dived behind a bush when the troop of Orcs burst into the clearing. He offered a silent prayer to Illuvitar that he would not be discovered. His hopes began to fade as the Orcs began to bed down, sending a few of them off to collect firewood while others stood guard at the site. Estel began to back slowly out of the copse of bushes to run in the other direction when the Orcs heard him.

With no appreciation for the nature that was surrounding them, a set of Orcs charged through the bushes with the thrill of a hunt for anything on their mind. When it proved to be a small child that they had been chasing who was discovered minutes later, the guttural sound of laughter erupted from the bunch. When he turned on them and held his sword at the ready, the leader laughed again, muttered something about easy prey, and moved in on the boy.

It has been said that the least likely enemy will prove to be the most fearsome foe. The first Orc that charged Estel found this to be true the hard way as the boy who had been raised by Elves easily blocked and feigned until he saw an opening and executed a fatal move with swift efficiency.

The shock of his first kill, however, startled Estel as the Orc fell in its death throes. The hesitation was enough time for an Orc to move behind him and club the boy with the hilt of his sword. It had been a short fight, Estel’s first real taste of combat, and he would only remember it as failure when he came to. Though that thought was sandwiched in thoughts of pain and despair when consciousness reclaimed hold on him, it was still present, and occupied much of the boy’s mind.

“Would you look at that, the sniveling murderer is awake. Shall we teach him what we think of murderers boys?” The biggest of the Orcs growled out, making Estel cringe in fear. Had he not been in the situation and only hearing about it, the boy may have laughed at the irony, remembering how he came to be a part of Lord Elrond’s family, but as it was, he had caught sight of various whips and other objects near the fire circle that he did not recognize. Chills raced up and down his back as he was grabbed and dragged towards the group.

~~*~~

Elladan raced through the Gates of Imladris, only to be met by a group of Elves ready for hunting. It took him only an instant to realize that Legolas was leading the group, and only an instant after that to be assured that they were off to split up and search for Estel, as it was growing dark.

Elladan lead the group to the last place he had seen his brother, only to find the Elf not far off, caught under a tree that looked as though it had been rigged to fall and trap its prey, not harm it. Elladan sent Legolas off tracking with half of the trackers while he stayed to help Elrohir.

~~*~~

Come stop your crying

It will be all right.

Just take my hand,

And hold it tight.

I will protect you from all around you.

I will be here don’t you cry.

Legolas had tracked the Orc prints as far as he could in the growing darkness, and it was with a heavy heart that he called to his followers to bed down for the night. Even he couldn’t see the tracks that were left, and could not trust that they would continue on in a straight path. He sat on the edge of the clearing, staring off into the darkness, as a small, smokeless fire was started. Not needing the fire for warmth, the Elves built the blaze only long enough to heat the small parcels of meat they had brought with them, and then extinguished the fire, sending them into darkness once more.

The Elf prince ate his rations in silence, fearing that the longer his target was lost to the Orcs, the less likely it was that he would be brought back. Though they did not know for certain that Estel was in the hands of the Orcs and not just lost, the Lord Elrond had felt strongly about the possibility, and every Elf present knew not to doubt the Lord’s feelings.

It wasn’t long into the first watch that Legolas’s ears picked up the small but not distant sounds of crying. Not waiting for the rest of his group, the Elf grabbed his bow and quiver and sprinted off in search of what he hoped to be a lost, scared, safe Estel. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

~~*~~

Estel had been dealt numerous painful punishments that had wreaked havoc on his small form. The Orcs had started out rather unoriginally, warming up by pushing the boy back and forth, punching and kicking at him while laughing at his own self-defense. Soon though, Estel stumbled and fell, curling in on himself as the blows reigned down. He barely heard the laughter as his arm broke, only listened to the cracking of his ribs, and mumbled to the Valar throughout the ordeal.

Soon after, the Orcs had grown bored with their own two hands and feet, and gave way to the vengeance of the whips. But Estel blocked out the pain and would not cry out. He did not know where the strength came from, but there was no way he was going to let these beasts hear him cry.

This only served to anger the Orcs, and they finally moved on to their most vicious weapon. When they had been waiting for Estel to wake, they had taken their swords and daggers and heated the ends. Knowing that the red hot blades would leave lasting memories and scars on the boy, one by one, the blades were dragged along Estel’s back and torso, puckering and blistering the skin, and leaving small, cauterized lines wherever they cut. Estel only hoped for unconsciousness, knowing full well that it would be his only saving grace. It was soon granted to him, and the Orcs, thinking that they had finally broken and killed their prey and left him on the outskirts of their camp for the night. They would distribute his remains to their wargs in the morning.

It was long into the night when the boy finally awoke, shivering in shock and cold. Careful not to move so that he wouldn’t alert the Orcs, he found that he was free from their clutches. Pulling himself painfully to his feet, Estel made it about 10 paces before he was tripped up by an Orc on watch. Falling to his hands and knees, the boy gasped as his broken arm was jostled, and curled in on himself, expecting the coming onslaught that sent him back into the darkness. He was then tied to one of the trees that lined the camp, and left again.

Come stop your crying

It will be all right.

Just take my hand,

And hold it tight.

I will protect you from all around you.

I will be here don’t you cry.

Not having been sent too deeply into unconsciousness, Estel soon awoke to more pain than he had ever thought imaginable. Trying to free himself from his bonds proved impossible, and, seeing that he was alone, Estel finally broke down, crying softly for his hurts, and the hopelessness of the situation.

“Mankoi ume lle yel enni Estel, Ada? There is none here.” Estel whispered to the stars before a fresh batch of tears assaulted his swollen eyes. *Why did you call me Hope, ada?*

Estel jumped as he felt a small dagger slide between his hands and cut the bonds that held him painfully in place. As soon as his hands were free, a lithe hand slipped into his, holding him tightly in reassurance. “Ten eller na ilyamenie estel tithen pen, ilyamenie. Stay still for a moment, let the others take care of the Yrch.” *Because there is always hope, little one, always. ; Orcs*

“Prince Legolas?” Estel could hardly believe it, but he was still afraid.

“Aye, Estel, it is I. Be still.”

“I’m afraid. I want to go home.”

“We will soon, little one, don’t worry. I will keep you safe and bring you home to your Ada and your brothers."

For one so small, you seem so strong.

My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm.

This bond between us can’t be broken.

I will be here, don’t you cry.

Estel watched in amazement as Elven arrows cut down the Orcs. When they were gone, Legolas came around from the tree and lifted the boy safely into his embrace. Estel instinctively clutched to the Prince’s tunic. Legolas could feel the chill coming from the boy’s skin; there was barely anything covering his wounded back, and the boy was shivering. “We would have been here sooner, little Estel, but the tracks were too far to follow, and we did not hear you crying until only minutes before. I am sorry, we should have heard you when they were hurting you.” The look in Legolas’s eyes saddened Estel, and he felt the need to comfort the adult.

“It’s not your fault, Legolas. You couldn’t have heard me, Taren.” *Prince*

“I am an Elf, Estel, you should know that I could have heard it, should have heard it.”

“You don’t understand, you couldn’t have heard me when they were hurting me. You couldn’t have heard me because there was nothing to hear.” Estel was whispering now as they made their way back to the camp and darkness’s hold was claiming him once more.

“What do you mean?”

“There was nothing to hear. I didn’t cry when they were hurting me.” With that, Estel fell into unconsciousness once more. They finally reached the camp again, and the fire was restored to provide warmth for the boy and also gave Legolas a better look at the injuries that decorated the boy’s body. When the rest of Estel’s tunic was removed, Legolas saw that the number and severity of hurts the boy had sustained were too numerous for him to do much for. There was only one who could save the boy now.

Gathering the human into his arms once more, Legolas began to run for the valley that housed the best healer in Middle Earth. He did not understand how the boy could have held out for so long. He couldn't fathom how the boy could have kept his tongue in cheek and not cried out against his hurts. They were so many and so evil that not even Legolas could have thought up the tortures for his worst enemy. They were reserved only for the evil of Orcs.

It was early in the morning when the Gates of Imladris were opened for the host of Elves who had been tracking Estel’s flight. Legolas had met up with the twins and the other half of the trackers on his way back with Estel. Elladan and Elrohir were both too exhausted and shocked to do much more than follow behind as the path back to the Valley was taken.

‘Cuz you’ll be in my heart

Yes, you’ll be in my heart

From this day on,

Now and forevermore.

You’ll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You’ll be here in my heart -

Always.

Estel woke to the familiar yet unhoped for sensation of lying in his own bed, warm and beneath several comfortable blankets. He bit his lip as his first thought was to some kind of deception. Forgotten was his rescue by the Prince, and his admission to his unfounded strength. More aware of his surroundings, Estel felt a lithe hand still clutching his own. Or perhaps he was clutching the lithe hand, Estel didn’t know, but the grip gave him the courage he wanted. Stifling back more tears, he opened his eyes slowly, afraid of what he would find. As he took in the dim lighting that was just barely filtering through his closed drapes, Estel smiled. He really was home.

Looking down towards his hand, Estel saw that Legolas was attached to the hand that was clasping his. The Prince’s head was bent into his forearm, and he was dozing lightly. Estel turned his head to look further down the bed, and saw that his father was sitting on an easy chair next to the Prince. He, too, was asleep, having been worn out from his vigil over the small human. Knowing that his brothers were also in the room, Estel found them crossways on two more easy chairs on the opposite side of the bed.

Shifting a little to be more comfortable, Estel inadvertently put too much pressure on various injuries and had to bite back a cry. He could not, however, stop his hand from tensing, and, much to his chagrin, Legolas awoke.

“Estel!” The prince exclaimed quietly. “You’re awake. We were so worried about you. You’ve been asleep for a week, little one. How do you feel?”

“Hurts.” Estel tested out his voice for the first time and found that it was hoarse and painful to speak. He saw Legolas reach for a glass of water on his bedside table, and took it eagerly. Remembering from past experiences to drink slowly, the boy sipped the drink before returning it to Legolas. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Do not worry, tithen pen. It is I who should be sorry. I should have gotten to you sooner, mellon nin.”

“Thank you for coming after me. I know you didn’t have to.” Legolas looked shocked, and then paled as he realized that even this little boy could tell the animosity that the Mirkwood Elves held towards humans, even if the Prince himself did not harbor these thoughts.

“Aye, Estel, I did. You are the son of the Lord Elrond, and brother of my best friends. I hope to be able to continue to call you mellon as I do them. It is for that reason that I came after you. I would do the same for any of my friends, be they Elf, Man, or…” he paused, “well, I suppose if I were ever to befriend a Dwarf, then the same would hold true for him.”

Estel giggled at the thought, and was caught by a fresh wave of pain. “I want Ada, Legolas.” The boy had barely finished his sentence before the Prince had reached to wake Lord Elrond.

Elrond awoke quickly, and, seeing what was wrong, pulled his youngest son into his arms to comfort him. Legolas backed off from the encounter, but before he pulled his hand away, bent down and whispered in the boy’s ear.

“Lle naa sinome e’hoon nin ilyamenie.” *You’ll be here in my heart always.*

Why can’t they understand the way we feel?

They just don’t trust what they can’t explain.

I know we’re different but deep inside us,

We’re not that different at all.

Don’t listen to them, ‘cuz what do they know?

We need each other, to have, to hold.

They’ll see in time, I know.

In the coming weeks, Estel healed slowly as was normal for human children, and was confined to his bed to protect his injuries. His father joked that Imladris was going to run out of parchments for the boy to draw on, and took advantage of the situation, increasing the history and language lessons that were among Estel’s favorite “indoor lessons”.

It was in between these lessons, when Estel grew bored and restless, that he and Legolas’s bond grew more unbreakable. While the Elf prince was slowly getting over the feeling as though he had let Estel down, and failed the sons of Elrond as well as the Lord himself, his spirits were uplifted by the unceasing chatter of the adolescent in his midst. From reciting various stories of famous battles and heroes, to asking endless questions about this and that, from Mirkwood’s spiders to Rohan’s horses, Estel was a constant source of laughter for the young prince. Not once did he think of how his father or other friends would feel. While he hoped that the biased Elves would accept the boy because of his friendship, he knew that in all likelihood when he returned to his home, he would not be able to speak of his friend with confidence and not be ridiculed for it.

So it was that Mirkwood’s prince had many introspective sessions upon the subject, as well as many talks with the twins. They too knew of the single mindedness of the Sindar, and could not offer much support.

~~*~~

Legolas had taken to wandering the forests around Imladris to clear his head after listening to his guards’ hushed comments about the frailty of the Second born, and the idiocy of the child who thought a Prince of Elves could befriend him. It saddened Legolas that his own guard were so blinded by their past hates, and for this he once again found himself alone in the safety of Imladris’ boundaries.

He was drawn in upon his own thoughts, and did not hear the rustle of the bushes behind him. He did not notice the branches breaking under heavy feet, and was not warned by the never-failing sounds of the trees. That was his first thought when he found himself facedown in the brush.

“The trees have never not told me of danger, I wonder what happened?” He thought even as he was rising and pulling his knives. As he turned to face his attacker, he was taken aback by the wide eyes that stared at the blade that was locked with his. “Well that explains it. The trees wouldn’t see you as a danger, would they Estel?”

“N-n-no, Taren, they wouldn’t.” Estel’s eyes were glassed over with tears, and Legolas feared that he had scared him.

“Oh Estel, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Please don’t cry.”

“It isn’t you, Taren. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a burden that you felt you had to humor while you remained here.” The boy’s vocabulary level did not match the words, and it didn’t take much to understand what had happened.

“Do you really believe that Estel?”

“I don’t even really know what it means, but I know it must be bad, ‘cuz ‘Dan got real mad when he heard it.”

“Estel, you have shown me an innocence and an appreciation for life that I had almost forgotten. You have saved me from becoming like my guards. I do not pretend to know why they think as they do, and I don’t expect you to understand it either. I promise you, though, you are no burden, and I count you among one of my greatest friends.” Legolas wiped away Estel’s tears, and tickled him. “Now, no more of this talk. Let’s go see what we can find in the kitchens, shall we?”

Estel nodded and the two began the short walk back to the Last Homely House. As children do, Estel could not wait long before coming up with questions, questions that were increasingly harder for Legolas to answer.

“Prince Legolas?”

“Yes, tithen pen?”

“Why did they say that then?” Estel was chewing on his lips, and his eyebrows were raised, expecting the Prince to have the answer for everything.

“I don’t know, Estel, I wish I did. They seem to be stuck on this idea that you are not as good as any of them because you’re a Man. It makes no sense to me.”

Estel took a few more steps before asking again. “But what makes us so different Legolas? You and I both like nature, we both are warriors,” Legolas had the good graces to compose himself quickly at that, “we both like Elladan and Elrohir, and we both like raspberry tarts. What’s the difference other than you’re a g-zillion years older than I am? That doesn’t really make that much of a difference, does it?”

Legolas scooped the child off his feet and onto his back. “Not to me, little Estel. It doesn’t make any difference to me. And some day soon, it won’t make a difference to them if you’re Elf or Edan.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

When destiny calls you, you must be strong.

I may not be with you, but you’ve got to hold on.

They’ll see in time, I know.

We’ll show them together, ‘cuz

You’ll be in my heart

Believe me you’ll be in my heart.

I’ll be there from this day on

Now and forevermore.

“Estel, I’m sorry.”

“No you aren’t. You’re going to leave, and you aren’t going to come back. You don’t want to be around me any more because I’m edan. I told you so.” Estel was pouting in his room, sitting against the door clutching his teddy bear, and scowling at the tears that marred his face.

“Oh Estel, let me come in. Please? I want to make things right.” Legolas’s face was marred with less, but still present, tears, at how the day had gone. His father had sent a messenger pigeon to Imladris, requesting rather harshly that it was time for the Prince to return home. News of the delegation’s meeting had undoubtedly been sent by one of the advisors, and Legolas had a sneaking suspicion that his friendship had also been the topic of the message.

Feeling too angry to break the news to Estel, Legolas had decided to pack first and then find the boy. The Valar were not smiling on him that day, however, and as he was in the middle of packing his last pair of leggings, he heard the door behind him slam, and heard pattering feet racing down the hall. That sent him sprinting out of his room, and found him in his current situation.

Looking down, Legolas saw the doorknob start to turn slowly, and wiped the tears from his eyes. He could still try and salvage his friendship with Isildur’s heir, though he did not know the importance of the boy at the time.

Smiling gently at Estel, Legolas stepped into the room and followed the boy to where he clambered up onto the bed. Sitting down next to the ten-year old, Legolas tried to put his arm over his friend’s shoulders, and was met with a defiant scowl.

“Estel, I’m sorry. I was coming to tell you. My father has called for me, and I must return to Mirkwood for a time.”

“You said you’d always be with me.”

“I said I’d always be in your heart, little one. There are going to be times when I have to go away for a while, when I have to return to my home to see my own father and tend to tasks that are appointed to me. I have responsibilities to my family and my people.”

“But I’ll miss you. What happens if the Orcs come back and get me?” Estel’s innocent eyes betrayed his fears, and Legolas realized that the boy saw him as a protector, much like his brothers. When Legolas went away, Estel felt as though there would be one less person watching his back.

“Oh, little one, your brothers will be here to teach you how to defend yourself so you can grow up to be a great and powerful warrior. You are a Man, yes, and do not have resilience such as that of the Elves, but that is not a fault that should keep you locked in your room afraid to face the dangers of the world. Your brothers will keep you safe until you can protect yourself and go out and show the world who you are. And I will be back as soon as I can to help them and to show you how to shoot an arrow better than even your brothers. After all, they’re only silly Noldor Elves.”

Estel looked a little confused, but he seemed to understand for the most part that Legolas was leaving because of obligations, and not because he wanted to leave the boy. “You’ll come back?”

“Yes, Estel, I will come back when I can.”

“You promise?”

“Of course.”

“But what if something happens to you? What if a spider gets you, or an Orc? You won’t be able to come back, like my parents didn’t.”

“Oh Estel, nothing will happen to me. But even if it does, you’ll just have to grow up even stronger because I’ll be kept alive in your heart. I may not be here in person, little one, but you’ll hold on to my strength for me. Is that a deal?”

Estel contemplated this for a moment before nodding and launching himself into Legolas’s arms, as he was wont to do.

Always,

I’ll be with you

I’ll be there for you always

Always and always

The next morning proved difficult for both the Prince and Estel, whereas the guards looked as if they couldn’t be happier to be leaving the human behind. Many of them secretly harbored new and less desirable thoughts about the rationale of the Lord Elrond for taking in such a child, and whispered about a “charity case” amongst themselves in the secrecy of their small circles.

Standing at the Gates, Legolas held onto the reins of his horse while Estel looked very much the Ranger he would some day turn out to be. He was going directly to weapons practice with the twins after Legolas’s departure, and thus had his sword strapped to his belt and his quiver and bow on his back. Elrond hoped that allowing Estel a day in his favorite lessons would take his mind off Legolas leaving.

“So you promise that you’ll come back, Taren?”

“I promise, with all the honor of a Prince of Mirkwood, that I will return when I can, young Elrondion.”

Estel smiled at the recognition of his status in the House of Elrond, and, with his still immature ways, turned to the seemingly disinterested guards, and stuck out his tongue. He turned back as Legolas bent down and whispered into his ear,

“Ilyamenie,

Amin naa yassen lle.

Amin naa eller ten’lle ilyamenie

Ilyamenie ar’liyamenie”

And with that, the Thranduilion departed with his guards, and Estel turned to make his way to the archery fields.

Just look over your shoulder

Estel had only made it a few feet when he heard Legolas’s horse galloping back into the courtyard.

“Estel, wait a minute.” Legolas called, even as he was dismounting. “I have something for you.” He waited for Estel to turn around and run back to him. Legolas knelt down to the boy’s level, and pulled an arrow from his own quiver, turning the boy around and placing it with the practice arrows. “Don’t use it in practice, little one, but keep it with you in your quiver. That way, you will always remember that I am with you. And if you can’t remember, and you’re in trouble out in the Wilds again, just look over your shoulder and take heart because my arrow is with you, and it will give you strength.”

With that, Legolas rose, mounted his steed gracefully once more, and, with a final look at Estel’s smile, left Imladris once more, this time leaving for many years.

The End.

Just look over your shoulder

I’ll be there –

Always.

An Epilogue of Sorts.

It was a good seven years later before Estel found himself in trouble of such an epic proportion that he prayed to the Valar to save his life. Surrounded by Orcs and wargs, Estel was wounded, and was fighting off as many of the beasts as he could. He had been separated from his brothers on his first real hunt, and could only hope for their survival, while he doubted his own.

Seeing a break in the horde, Estel broke for the safety of the trees, and somehow managed to make his way into the safety of the branches. Situating himself in the leaves, Estel drew his bow, and, thinking that the situation was hopeless, began picking off as many of the fell creatures as he could. When his fingers reached back into his quiver once more, he could only feel an old, decrepit arrow that would no longer hold true in its flight. This did not dishearten the boy, however, as he turned to look at the arrow over his shoulder, remembering the long-ago friend that had given the yellow-fletched arrow to him.

He had not seen Legolas in the past seven years, and had not heard from him in a very long time. Not hoping for a miracle, Estel instead relied on the strength that emanated from the arrow and once again jumped from the tree, pulling his sword on the way down. Looking behind him to survey how many he had left to fight, Estel glimpsed an Elf in the distance running to what appeared to be his aid. Turning back to the fight, Estel beheaded an Orc at the same time that it was shot in the heart with an arrow. Estel stalled for a minute as he stared at the feathers on the end of the shaft. They looked far too familiar.

His hesitation would have cost him as it had in the past, but this time the Orc that stood to render him unconscious fell dead instead, and Estel jumped when he realized his mistake.

“You should be more careful, little one. I told you I’d be there for you always.”