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by Little Jewel-(T)
October 14, 2016

Estel stood on the edge of the training field and watched in awe as the two raven-haired elves sparred with each other. Never had he seen elves move so fast and with such agility as his two older brothers were doing and his five year old mind was having a hard time keeping track of both twins as they spun and ducked around each other in a deadly dance only they understood.

Estel titled his head to the side and frowned as he listened to the clashing sound Elladan and Elrohir’s swords made as they struck each other. So deep in his thoughts, was the young human, he failed to notice that the sound of the swords had ceased until he was picked up and thrown into the air. He shrieked with both fear and delight as a pair of strong arms caught him. “El’dan!” His hands grasped long strands of ebony hair as he wiggled in Elladan’s hold. “You scared me!”


Elladan laughed. “Indeed I did, little brother. Now perhaps you can tell us what you were thinking about that distracted you so much, eh?”

Estel’s scowl returned and he pushed himself out of his brother’s arms and landed on the ground with a soft thud. He walked around the twins, gazing at the now sheathed swords hanging from their hips.

“Estel what is the matter?” Elrohir asked the boy, bending down to Estel’s height.

Estel pouted. “My sword doesn’t sound like yours does.”

“Ah,” Elrohir shared a knowing glance with his twin. He turned back to Estel. “You see Estel, our swords make a different sound because they are made from metal. Your sword is made from wood.”

Estel’s little face screwed up. “Metal,” he said slowly. “What’s that?”

Elrohir nodded to Elladan, who unsheathed his sword in one fluid motion. “This is metal, Estel.” Elladan knelt down and held out the gleaming sword across the palms of his hands. “Careful, for it is very sharp,” the elf warned.

Estel slowly stretched out his hand and touched the broad side of the sword. “It’s cold!” He exclaimed with a squeal.

Elladan laughed. “It is cold, Estel, and deadly.”

“Can I have one?” Estel turned large pleading eyes on his two older brothers.

Elrohir gulped. He should have seen where this was heading. “Eh, maybe when you are older. Otherwise Ada would have our hides.”

“He will have our heads for letting him this close, let alone touching a sword,” Elladan muttered under his breath.

“What Ada doesn’t know, won’t hurt him,” Estel said with a cheeky grin, putting his hands behind him as he had seen his father do sometimes.

Elladan and Elrohir shared a glance.  Then Elladan shrugged. “He’s right, you know.”

Elrohir just rolled his eyes.