3. Friendships by Gwynnyd
His father ruffled his hair. "Have you heard a word I said?"
Edracar grinned. "Only aim at game, and do not stay out past supper."
"Good enough. I must go." He glanced over to the children gathered near the porch. "Perhaps you and Imros can find another friend."
"They are all babies."
Edracar watched as his father talked with Elrond's sons. A few minutes later Imros pelted across the courtyard.
"About time," Edracar said as Imros stopped and shrugged his quiver over his shoulder.
"May I come, too?" The voice belonged to one of the babies, but surely he had grown unnaturally fast.
Edracar looked over the boy; bow on his back, knife on his belt, eyes uncertain of his welcome.
"You still belong with the babies, Estel." Imros stepped between and pointed towards the three wide-eyed smaller children watching them. "I'll bet you can't even draw that bow."
Edracar saw, with a shock, that Estel was eye-to-eye with Imros, who had seen twenty summers.
"I shoot just as good as you do."
"Who told you that?" Imros thrust his chin at the boy's face.
Estel stood his ground. "Elladan."
There was no disputing that, with Elladan standing just across the courtyard. Edracar felt the weight of his twenty-four years. "We're going after game. Did Elladan say you should come?"
"No, but…" Estel's eyes shifted to the smaller children and back. "They are still babies. I'd like to hunt with you, if that's all right. I won't slow you down."
Imros shook his head and his eyes strongly signaled he was against it.
Estel looked the same age as Imros, though he had arrived barely out of swaddling bands less than eight years ago. Men were odd. Edracar chewed his lip. Estel's expression slid into disappointment and he started to turn away.
"You can come."
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