Title: Inseparable

Author: Legolas-gurl88

Disclaimer: Sigh… Tolkien is so lucky to own such cool characters! I wish to be like Tolkien! Then I could own Leggy! But alas, I own nothing!

About Slash: Slash ain't my thing. None of my stories will ever be slash, so do not worry about that if you are not a big fan of it either.

Warning: This story is pretty angsty… but I suggest you try to read it first before you think it's pretty bad… you never know! Personally, I kinda like angsty stories… it gives you a sort of bond with the characters. So give it a try. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it ever again. If you do like it, keep reading and feel free to review!

A 'Just to let you know' note: Not all of my stories are angsty, so if you don't like this story, go to my bio page and see if there's something there that catches your eye. Just be sure to review!

Recognition: I want to thank my friend, Trinityelf, for reading this story through and giving me honest feedback on what was too cruel and what was okay. She has read The Lord of the Rings more than I, so she has a better feel for what immortal characters could do and couldn't do. And if you're wondering… I've read the books three times, so imagine how many times Trinityelf has read them! I would also like to apologize ahead of time to Leggy and Estel for being kinda mean to them in this book. They truly are my favorite LOTR characters and the only reason I do mean stuff to them in this story is because I've created a feel for LOTR and I usually don't write angst stories and I wanted to give it a try. Wow… if you just read through all this, you deserve a present… here's a cookie!

Reviews: Please send me reviews! I must have feedback, precioussss! And I unblocked the 'This author does not accept anonymous reviews' so you don't have any reason not to review to me if you really want to. I'm counting on you! 'We wants them… we needs them… we must have reviews!' Like Gollum, I live for reviews/the ring… I do have The One Ring… it's so cool! REVIEW! PLEASE!!!

Thank you for listening to my babbling! On with the story!

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Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Friendship

Many years ago, Aragorn, son of Arathorn was born. All gathered in Gondor to see Aragorn being held by his father on the top of Minas Tirith, showing the baby the land, the people and the other races in which he would one day care for, rule over and be friends with when he became king-- when Arathorn would pass into the Halls of Mandos.

Gilraen, mother of the prince, stood by her King and loving husband. She wanted the best for her son. She wanted him to develop a friendship with the elves in particular, since she herself was part elf.

Arathorn raised Aragorn into the air and all the Gondorians, Rohirrim, Elves, Dwarves and Ents cheered, shouted, shot their celebratory arrows in the air, and creaked happily: boom, boom, rumboom, boorar, boom boom, dahrar boom boom, dahrar boom!

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The ceremony was over and the rulers of Middle-earth were paying their respects to the future King of Gondor. Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel came and Galadriel predicted the baby's future.

"The young prince will lead a healthy life, but it is not clear whether it will be a long lived, or safe life."

With that, Galadriel and Celeborn bowed and left Arathorn, Gilraen and Aragorn in the room alone.

Next came Lord Elrond with his twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir and his beautiful daughter, Arwen, the elven princess, dressed in a light purple gown, wearing her beautiful headdress.

After Arwen's robe disappeared from behind the doorway, Gloin and his toddler, Gimli who got into everything he could, knocking over a very expensive pot with his ax-like rattler, came in. Gloin left quickly because Gimli started crying, yelling something that sounded like, "Elf peoples all around!"

Aragorn started to cry, due to Gimli's yells, but neither Arathorn nor Gilraen could get up for their next visitors had just walked into the room.

King Thranduil and his son, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood arrived, both dressed in a light blue silk. Thranduil wore a silvery-gold crown and Legolas wore a headdress. As Thranduil talked to Arathorn and Gilraen, Legolas walked over to the cradle which held the tiny baby.

"Mae govannen, ai'er. Essamin Legolas. Amin naa mellonlle." He spoke to Aragorn. [Hello, little one. My name is Legolas. I am your friend]. Then, he picked the baby up and rocked him back and forth. Aragorn still cried.

Quietly, Legolas sang an Elvish lullaby to him, cradling him in his strong arms. Aragorn fell asleep. Legolas rocked on, so Aragorn wouldn't wake up. Arathorn, Gilraen and Thranduil gazed at the two princes. It was then that they could see a bond forming between the elf and child. At that moment, it would forever keep the friendship between elves and men going. They knew that these two would forever be friends and would forever be inseparable.

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Years and years later, in Rivendell, Legolas and Estel-- Aragorn, who had been called that by his foster father, Elrond-- were at the archery ground. Legolas was teaching Estel to use the bow and arrow, because Estel wanted to be just like the elves. He knew he was different, he had the rounded ears and chiseled features of his face compared to pointed ears and smooth, high, cheekbones of the elves to remind him of that.

"No, no, you're forgetting to bend the bow first. If you don't, you'll keep breaking my bows. I only have a few more. Here, try this one." Legolas said, handing Estel a smaller bow: the elf's own first bow that he had received on his 600th Birthday. Estel bent it, but just a little too hard-- it broke. Legolas winced at the sound his first bow made when it snapped between Estel's fingers.

"Sorry," Estel said, embarrassed.

"That's alright. I'll fix it later." Legolas said, taking the pieces from the boy. He had lied. It was impossible to fix that bow. "Why don't I do if for you for a while?"

He bent another bow for Estel and handed it to him

"Why can't I use that bow?" Estel asked, pointing to the bow strapped to Legolas's back. Legolas pulled the bow off his back and fingered it. It was a beautiful longbow, given to him 40 years ago from Elladan and Elrohir.

"This is the finest wood in Rivendell, Estel." Legolas answered, "Your brothers gave it to me. I'm sorry, but I can't trust you with this one until you can use a regular bow properly and without breaking it."

"Oh." Estel looked down at the wood of the seven previously broken bows that had belonged to Legolas.

"But soon, when you understand the art of archery, I'll personally make sure you receive the finest Mirkwood bow."

"Really?" Estel lifted his head up.

"I promise. But first, you must be able to do this." Legolas pulled an arrow from his quiver, fitted it in his bow and let it fly, hitting the target (a dummy dressed in orc clothing) square in the chest and fitted another one, let it fly, cutting the first arrow cleanly in half.

"Wow." Estel said, amazed.

"Here, give this a try." Legolas said, handing a bow in which his mother had given him before she passed to The Gray Havens.

Crack. The wood splintered. Legolas handed Estel the bow Gilraen gave him for his birthday about twenty years previous. No wonder Elladan and Elrohir didn't let me borrow their bows for Estel to practice with. Legolas though as that bow fractured, leaving two uneven strips of wood tied to a string. Estel tossed it aside and Legolas handed him another bow, but then, turned Estel around so they both were facing the target. He kneeled down to Estel's height and matched his grip with the human child's.

"This is what you're doing wrong." Legolas readjusted the position of Estel's hands on the bow.

"Let's face it, Legolas, I'm hopeless. The elves shouldn't call me 'Hope.'" He dropped the bow and sat down, cross-legged, his chin on his hand.

"Estel, you almost had it." Legolas said, standing up.

"Legolas, you should all just call me Aragorn the Awful!"

"I would never call you that. How about Estel the Elfsman? That sounds fitting. Now come, just one more try." Estel stood up, looked at the bow on the ground and picked it up. He aimed it at the target, corrected his position, then fitted and arrow in the string and let it fly. It struck true, cutting Legolas's last arrow in half.

"I did it!" Estel said, jumping up and down. Legolas smiled.

"Very good, Estel. As a treat, I won't make you go to bed for another hour. I'll give your Ada an explination for not being in your bed on time."

"Bed? One hour?" The boy whined.

"Haven't you noticed how dark it's gotten?" Legolas said. Then, he took the bow from Estel, hung it up on the target and sat under a nearby tree. He would have climbed it, but he didn't want to leave Estel on the ground. The boy couldn't climb trees yet. Estel sat next to him and Legolas hummed and elvish lullaby.

"I remember that." Estel said, " But I don't remember where I heard it before."

Legolas smiled again. "You probably wouldn't. The last time I sang that to you, you were only a baby."

"You sang that to me?" Estel asked. Legolas nodded and began to sing and the both of them sunk their bodies in to the cracks of the bark of the tree. And there they sat… undisturbed… listening to the sounds of the trees, singing along with Legolas.

A loud crack from the tree woke them from their daze and Legolas sat bolt upright.

"What is it?" Estel asked. Legolas shook his head.

"The trees and stars are speaking amongst themselves. They are speaking of an evil to come, but they will not say what it is."

"Could you ask them what it means?"

"I have already tried. They will not tell me. They said to prepare for it. But how? Prepare for what?"

"Legolas, I'm afraid." Estel said. Legolas stood up and helped Estel to his feet.

"Come, we must warn Lord Elrond." They ran swiftly, but then stopped dead. A dozen wargs came out from the bushes. Estel grabbed hold of Legolas's tunic. Legolas unsheathed his sword.

"Estel, take this. Defend yourself." He ordered shortly.

"But I have never used a sword before!" Estel yelled.

"Trust me." Legolas pulled his bow and arrow out and shot at two oncoming wargs. They both fell dead, but more wargs sprung at them from different sides. The elf and child pressed their backs together and turned, slashing and shooting at the beasts.

Estel took a random swipe and whacked the blade on the nose. It yowled and bumped into another warg. They both ran at Estel and he took another whack at them. They both, to Estel's surprise, fell dead. For never using a sword, Estel thought, he was doing pretty well. Much better than he had done with the bow and arrows.

Another warg jumped at him and he ducked, so the warg bowled Legolas over and used it's long nails to cut Legolas in the back until the shreds of his tunic were covered in blood. Estel jumped in the warg and stabbed it in the back. It fell dead and Legolas just rolled out from under it in time.

"Are you okay, Legolas?" Estel asked. Legolas stood up and brushed himself off, looking up. He yelled, "DUCK!" then pulled himself and Estel to the ground and a warg jumped over them and it's head smashed into a tree.

They stood up again and Legolas shot another warg, which sent it off and instead of biting Estel's head, bit the neck of it's fellow. They ran into a third and those three were killed.

Legolas shot two more when Estel yelled, "Legolas! Look out!" The elf looked around, but too late: a warg bit down on his arm and made it bleed. Legolas and Estel could hear the teeth grinding the bone. Estel ran forward but the warg kicked him to a tree where two wargs jumped on him.

"Estel!" Legolas yelled, wrenching his arm free of the warg, ramming his blade in it's eye and killing it.

Legolas grabbed his twin blades, took aim at the wargs and with all his might, threw the blades, one into each of the warg's heads. All of the wargs were finally dead.

Legolas ran forward and used the hilts of his blades to pull the wargs off his friend.

The boy didn't look good. Hit chest was all slashed up as well as his arms and his head had a large bloody lump in the back where the tree had hit it.

"Legolas?" Estel said weakly.

"Hush, Estel." Legolas said, running forward, forgetting about his own injuries.

"I'm sorry, Legolas." Estel said, staring at Legolas's beaten arm.

"I said hush, Estel. Do not talk unless I ask it of you. Now, do you think you could walk? The palace isn't too far away."

"I'll try." Estel said, standing up and swaying. Legolas steadied his friend and together, they walked to Rivendell.

"It's odd, isn't it?" Legolas thought out loud.

"What?"

"Why would a dozen wargs be wandering in Rivendell without masters?"

Estel was about to answer when they heard a rustling in the bushes to their right. Legolas jumped around and reached for his bow. It wasn't there. He reached for his twin blades. They weren't there. Estel reached for his sword but found only air.

The bushes rustled dangerously and all Estel and Legolas could do was watch as whatever it was drew closer to them. All of their weapons had been left back at the warg fight! The bushes rustled again as the danger drew closer and closer….

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Author Note: Just to let you guys know, Estel is about ten in this story and Legolas is… well… he and the rest of the elves are just plain old.

I hope you liked this chapter and please review! I will try and post the next chappie soon, so I'm not killing you with the suspense. It's already written, I'm just waiting for reviews. Yes, I am obsessed with reviews, so review! YAY! Thanks a bunch for reading this story! You've made me very happy, precioussss…

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