And Then Destiny Takes Hold (Adanadhel) {April 3011}

Rest? Oh right, he was supposed to go to sleep soon.

But that was so hard! Honestly to Falkner this felt like the biggest adventure his young self had had. How many could say they’d been saved and informally adopted by an elf in one day. Heck, to most man-children elves were practically stories to say the least. But here he was laying in the arms of one - speaking to one. “I will be quite interested to see how you live differently,” he explained rather interestedly. “I suppose I can learn much from you. They say elves live... A very long time.” It was true too, and a part of him wondered how old this one may have been.

Ah so the king didn’t think highly of humans. That was a fair point, as he knew that there had been some disagreements between them, or so he’d assumed. But he’d try to take it from Adan that he would likely make the exception for a child. Even if it was logical if you were an adult - he was still very young, he could still be easily taught and raised in their ways. Unlike say, an adult man, whose identity had already been crafted into their very selves.

For Falkner it’d be easier. Most of his culture had been in the woods - and while living among elves would likely mean a new identity, culture, and language he would grasp it as quickly as he had the life of a man in time. “I can understand I suppose... From the sounds of it we live very differently,” he snuggled deeper into his cloak, feeling tired now. “I hope I will be a fast learner for you, Adan. I’m sure I have a lot to learn about being one of the elves..” he noted rather honestly.

Wow, those hobbits definitely sounded interesting. He wonders if he’d ever get to meet one of these halflings. He didn’t know - but he’d never imagined he’d meet an elf either. He nodded a little. “They sound like people I’d get along with very easily.” He jested.

By the time Adan had made the comment, Falkner didn’t have the energy to answer. He had long felt his eyes grow heavy and had drifted off into sleep. Perhaps his body finally having realized that he did not need to sleep with one eye open and that he was safe. At least for the moment. And hopefully for good this time. At least he could now be assured by his own dreaming that this was a very real thing.

Most of his response were nods, though he paid close attention. He supposed there would be a lot to learn given how the elven king sounded. He’d have to learn a lot, he’d probably have to forget how to be a man in some ways. Like learning to walk again, he’d probably take baby steps. And he imagined it would be exciting and scary all at once.

He swore he would not let Adan down however. The elf was risking a great deal saving his life and bringing him to Mirkwood. He was old enough to recognize that. And if being somewhere where he would survive required learning a new culture... So he would. “I will try at the very least... I have lived as a human so long. But I seemed to learn thaf well enough,” he then added. “I’m very curious to see what being of the elves entails.”

He hadn’t had time to sleep long, but he had been asleep before another comment could be made. Though it seemed like minutes had barely passed when he was shaken awake.

Well this was a fine wake up call!

Falkner has been dreaming of many things. What the base of the elves may be like, of the elven king and so many other things. He’d been so deep in a comfortable sleep that it took him a minute to blink himself awake to set his gaze on the orcs. Ugly things weren’t they?

As Adan tried to get him to hide, he shook his head. Reaching over for his own bow which he had set on the ground before going to sleep. “I may be weak. But I do know how to use a bow,” he explained, backing up, he did however take cover as he did. Knowing being front and center was hardly the way for him to fight right now. He was still weak.

Though he did know that at the same time these were orcs. And though he felt he was more than ready to start firing off arrows he should see if he needed it first. No doubt Adan would get frustrated should he decide to draw attention to himself unless he needed it. He was the adult after all.

So instead he laid on his stomach under some brush. His hand steady in holding his bow to the ground, and waiting quietly.

Calmer listened intently while watching each orc closely.

They were every bit as ugly and disturbing as he imagined - and they seemed to be threatening. But he refused to be refused to show fear. After all, if he was to live among the elves he had to start proving himself sooner or later. Even he knew that people would ask questions, probably wonder what made him so special that he would be adopted into the elves, him, a man child from the woods.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax himself. He himself did not understand why the gods would put him on this path either. But for now he had no time to question, He opened his eyes seeing the nod from Adan, he quickly took aim and fired upon the orc.

He hit one right between the eyes. Then another in the chest. And still another in the throat. Knowing he had to be careful not to run out of arrows however. Yet still not hesitating to fire them off as much as he could. “I never did like ugly, pig faced bullies.” He chided.