A father's love.

“I can’t do it!” Shouted the petulant boy, throwing down the bow and stamping his foot in frustration. Huge tears threatened to spill forth and he stared defiantly at the tall figure before him.

“Oh dear, I see you are in earnest”, replied the elf lord, picking up the bow and examining it closely, careful to hide the smile that would escape his lips.

“Tis not fair, my brothers are better than me.”

“You will be a match for them one day; I have faith in ALL of my sons, Estel. Now come, we will practice again” replied Elrond patiently.