The man crouched down by the stream, unaware of anything else around him. He was wearing a large black overcoat and unintentionally had his hand on his sword. His shoulder-length wavy black hair drifted in front of his eyes and he pushed it behind his ears, so not to ruin his concentration. This man’s name was Estel and all his focus was placed on tracking his prey. Behind him stood an elf. He had long blond hair that reached below his waist. The sides were braided and you could tell that he was a majestic being. He glowed with an aura no one can describe, a kind of enchanted charm. He lifted his head a bit and listened for any movement with his enhanced hearing, but he heard nothing.
“By the Valar, they are good,” said the elf, whose name happened to be Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, the Woodland Realm. As he said this, Estel, who had been studying the tracks by the stream looked over at his friend with a grin on his face. He lifted his head a bit and moved his pupils upward. Legolas got the meaning right away and climbed up the tree to their left.

The elf moved with exquisite balance and grace. He was like a cat as he stalked his way to his destination. He came up behind two other beings hiding in the tree. They had hair as long as Legolas’ and had the same glow as the elf, but their hair was a deep brown-ish color. They had inherited it by their father, Lord Elrond of Imladris, or Rivendell as it is most commonly known as. They were the twins, Elladan and Elrohir. Elladan was the oldest by 58 seconds and always bragged about him being the older brother.
Legolas leaned over to whisper in Elrohir’s ear now and said, “You guys are getting worse. We broke a record this time.” Legolas laughed out loud as Elrohir jumped a foot in the air and Elladan turned around to see the Prince of Mirkwood smirking.
” No, our brother just happens to be getting better. I remember last time we hid up here, It took Estel 5 hours just to find us. He was what then, 13? He gave up after awhile and we had to climb down just so he could see that we were alright,” said Elladan.
Estel from down below had heard his brothers’ and friend’s laughter and figured out what they were laughing at. They were laughing at his clumsiness and mortal weaknesses. It wasn’t his fault that he was born mortal or that his parents had died, or that Lord Elond had accepted him as his own son.
“Shut up! Elladan, I was young last time. I wasn’t going to fall for the hide-up-in-the-tree- because-Estel-can’t-climb trick again,” Estel said now. Estel watched as his brothers and his great friend climbed down the tree still snickering at the story. He couldn’t help laughing along with them as they suddenly had a laughter attack from the look on Estel’s face.
After awhile they recomposed themselves, and Elrohir asked, “What was his time?”
Legolas looked at the sun and said, “half-an-hour.” With a smile on his face Legolas watched as the two elves took all this in. Their brother could track elves, which was a great skill considering that Estel had lived with elves as long as he could remember, and he had a way of getting in trouble!
Estel smiled weakly at his brothers, and gave a sudden shiver. Legolas looked over at him a little worriedly and Estel nodded that he was fine. Estel hated when the elves fussed over him when he shivered or got sick. The elves were immortal and were immune to sickness. They didn’t get old or get sick but they could die if they were slaughtered. In some places there had been stories of elves who had died of grief. Sometimes his elven friends and adoptive brothers would forget that Estel was mortal and was more fragile than they were. He seemed like one of them. Estel had never found out who his parents were and figured he would never find out . He was nearing his 20th birthday soon and the elves were making a big deal over it.
A week ago when Elrond had told Estel of the party they were to have he said, “Ada, you are thousands of years old, as is Elro, Legolas, and Dan, why are you all troubling over my 20th birthday?” He never got the answer because his father was asked to do some office business.
Now, he said that he was just a little cold especially because it was winter and snow was on the ground. Elrohir and Elladan listened for danger as Legolas handed Estel his cloak. It would keep Estel warm for now. Suddenly they all heard a battle cry, as a scouting party of orcs surrounded them from every angle. The elves had a slight advantage because they could walk on top of the snow. They were worried for Estel, who was more clumsy in snow than the orcs were. They had to trust in his swordsman ship. Legolas brought out his crossbow, Estel brought forth his sword and the twins got out their swords prepared to attack.
They were fatally outnumbered, but they, as of now, had the advantage. An orc approached Estel from behind, and out of instinct Estel swung around the blade, cleanly cutting of the orc’s head. All around them orcs dropped dead and all four companions were standing. Estel watched as Elladan fought of a deadly enemy, not knowing of the figure approaching him with his knife raised. All Estel heard was an arrow whizzing by his head and a loud thwump as the orc fell with an arrow in his arm. Estel nodded his thanks to Legolas and pursued in the battle.
He realized now that Legolas had saved him more than once in the 5 years that they knew each other. He would be dead 7 times over if Legolas and him had never met. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked down at the nearly dead orc., the one that Legolas thought he had killed. With it’s other arm he had slashed the human’s side. Estel looked at the knife that did the deed, noticing blood dripping from the blade. That was his blood. In his hazed state he heard the orc say,” Bye, Bye, son of Gondor.” He looked at his companions in surprise and fell as all went black. He never felt himself hit the ground.
“ESTEL,”Legolas had seen his friend fall face first. Elrohir and Elladan now saw their pale brother lying on the ground. The battle finished out of anger and worry. When all orcs were dead, the 3 elves rushed over to Estel.

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