Characters: Estel, Elrohir and Elladan
Source: Pre-Ring War, Estel's youth
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It was Elrohir who suggested the Apple Game. The days were shortening to winter, the air cooling, the ground cold and wet underfoot. The brothers had taken young Estel with them as they walked the bounds of the Apple Vale that split away from Rivendell. The main crop had been gathered, just a few hard to reach stragglers decked the trees with rosy globes.
“What’s that?” said Estel, always eager for new games.
“We shake the tree - you have to cut the apple as it falls.
“Yes”, the lad nodded “...speed and agility.”
“And do it blindfolded,” added Elladan.
Estel was angry, frustrated... as well as hot, bruised, spattered with apple pulp.
‘Impossible! But they’d done it - he would too...!’
He heard soft susurrations above and behind, whirled, slashing wildly with the long blade... only to hear another thud as the apple hit the thick bed of wet leaves.
He also heard his brothers’ laughter.
“Listen, Estel. Stop... listen - don’t just flail about,” called Elrohir.
Estel paused, breathed - cut cleanly.
His brothers cheered
The apple was pared neatly across, showing the core’s cross-section.
Elladan held it up, “See? Eärendil’s star – Luck to the warrior! Well done!”