When Two Worlds Divide (On Hold)

Chapter 1 - A Sunset of Thoughts

This is my first FanFiction so please comment and let me know if it's worth carrying on! I don't know if anyone will even read this, but I guess I'll find out!
Enjoy...

Estel bit his lip as he recalled his father's words earlier. His mind was still reeling from the shock of what he had just been told. He was not Estel son of Lord Elrond, he was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir, and heir to the Throne of Gondor and Arnor. It was a title that made him both powerful and extremely vulnerable, and he had been specifically instructed by his father and both his overprotective older brothers to keep it hidden for as long as possible.

Being someone of significance was definitely a new thing for Estel, and despite his hesitancy to accept his role, he found himself rather enjoying the prospect of being anybody more than the only human in Rivendell.

As he walked through the dense woodlands surrounding his home, he fiddled absently with the ring on the forefinger of his left hand. This was the Ring of Barahir, an heirloom of his house, or so he had been told. The ring itself was the shape of two serpents, each crowned in golden flowers, one devouring the other's tail, and was set with a deep green emerald in the centre, which shone in the evening sun filtering down through the thick canopy.

Estel sang softly to himself as he strolled through the familiar forests. It felt good to know he belonged here, in Rivendell, no matter who he was. Estel or Aragorn, he would always be the adopted son of Lord Elrond. He would always be welcome in the halls where he had spent his childhood. Or so he thought...

I know it's a short chapter, and probably a bit boring, but I just wanted to clarify what was going on and set the scene a bit, but I'll try to make the next chapter a bit more interesting!