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Chapter 36

"Athadrim!" The audience begins to clap and cheer.

Athadrim.. Athadrim.

Where had you heard that name before?

Your first thought ran to the history you had learned back in Ered Mithrin. The classes you took, the names that were told. Their legacy. But thinking on it now, it couldn't be the history because most of it was on Dwarves. Okay no, all of it was.

You knew that name, and it continued to ring in your ears, with the voice of the small blond hobbit. Where had you heard it? Was it an Elf you saw in Rivendell? You mentally shake your head.

Soon the cheering dies down, and you see the man walk onto the stage. From the looks of him, he was wearing a cloak that took on a deep brown, almost matching his hair color, and his eyes were (insert your eye color here) that seemed to glisten even though you were standing semi far away. He had longer hair, that was straight and thin and his ears were pointed just like yours. From what you could see, you could tell right off the bat that he was an Elf.

But where had you heard that name?!

Then it hit you. You widen your eyes and the audience continues to cheer before Athadrim takes his leave and walks off with the blond Hobbit who was announcing everything.  Athadrim was the King of Rivendell, and he was your father. How could you forget that?!

But what was he doing in Bree? In a place only flooded with short people? 

"A-Athadrim.." You finally say quietly. 

Legolas looks your way as you mouth those words and he gives you a confused look. "That's.. but it's impossible.. he was known to be dead.."

"He's not dead." Gandalf says, and he pushes you forward. "Let's get out of this crowd, and I'll explain."

You nod, swallowing hard. What were you supposed to think?

With Rathna telling you all about your father, you thought he would be dead, but here he was  having a good time with a bunch of hobbits in Bree. How could you just walk away from him?

You couldn't, and so you did the one only logical thing. You walked straight up to him and yelled his name. "Athadrim!"

Athadrim turns to face you, and in the process he takes a glance at the Hobbits around who begin to start up the party once again. "Who are you?" He says sternly.

You blink and see the small blond Hobbit take his leave, not even noticing Athadrim stopping to talk to you. You open your mouth quickly, before closing it again. You were standing in front of your father and you had no idea what to say to him. 

"Speak up child." Athadrim says and he almost glares at you.

"I'm not a child." You blurt, and mentally slap a hand to your forehead.

"You're about twenty are you not?" 

"Well, yes."

"Then you're not even a day over being an Elfling," He pulls the cloak up into his right hand, before he adds in, "And you're wasting my time."

You couldn't believe what was happening, the one and only time you were able to speak to your father, thinking he was dead, was now snapping at you.

"Athadrim." You say quietly.

"How do you even know my name?" He frowns. "What is an Elf like you even doing in Bree!" Athadrim says as if it is a sensible thing to say, misunderstanding how hurtful his words were. They hit you like ice blocks and you angle your eyes to the dirt just beneath your shoes. They slosh in the mud and by the looks of it, it had rained not too long ago.