A/N Ok ok, let me see. I like to talk in authors notes so bear with me
::Grins:: first thing, I am insecure and Like REVIEWS, if you like please
pt a rating 1-10 on it, it takes two minutes and I like hearing what people
think. Second thing, my *u* key is acting up, if Im missing a *u* in a
word, I apologize. And Three, Im writing this at 12 am so chances are, it
will not be terribly good and will be removed and reposted within three
days, so if you think its horrible, It will probably be removed soon lol.
Fourth, consider this a proluge to a series im in the process of writing,
also Read "Samwise and his Elanor" it is also in league with a series Im
writing.
Disclaimer- JRR is brilliant, I wouldn't dream of taking credit for it, so of course I don't own anything you recognize.
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Frost tinted sunlight streamed through the oval windows, casting shadows across the bare walls.
Eager blue eyes watched the twilight while the sun, in her glory, sank into slumber awaiting a new day with sparkle and joy. Falling lazily from the clouds above, snowflakes twinkling with mirth dusted century old trees, and crystallized springtime flowers.
Bright as Elbereth's star, a smile broke across the tiny face from the mouth to the wide blue eyes, crinkling the child's innocent features while she watched with growing curiosity as a single snowflake landed on the window, leaving its own print, its own unique mark. Pressing her little nose to the glass, she watched the snow and strange thoughts streaming through her mind. A soft laugh turned her away from her intent, azure eyes meeting their match, for another pair of bright twinkling eyes gazed in return.
"My Elanor, such a face," chuckled her uncle Frodo, his twinkling eyes watching her with amusement "what might the lady be looking at with such intent? Surely frozen leaves do not cause \ much thinking?" Elanor wrinkled her nose, mock frowning Frodo for he did not understand.
"Nuh uh, 'ncle Fwodo ," she muttered "I wondered bout the snowflakes, how magical they seem like elves themselfs! But, none of them are de same, they all different and I wonder why they like that if you get my meanin'" Shaking his head, Frodo took a seat by the blazing fire beckoning his Sam's daughter to his knee, a place she went to eagerly, waiting for the story that was sure to come.
Pausing a moment for thought, Frodo remarked on how much like her father Elanor was, in everything from her curiosity, to her warm heart. Sighing inwardly, Frodo knew her path would be dangerous; this thought wounded him what he suffered he hoped she never would. A gentle nudge from the impatient youngster brought him back to middle earth. Touching her cheek gently, Frodo spoke his voice far away in memory as the words slipped from his tongue,
"Snowflakes are like us dear, we are different as well. No two hobbits, men, elves, or dwarves will ever be the same as any other. For this keeps life interesting Elanor. If you were identical to all around you, would it not take away what makes you yourself, what makes you beautiful?" he placed to fingers above her heart, locking eyes with her, mind clear of the past as he gazed at her, a love born of hardships shining out for the daughter of his friend.
"This makes you different my friend daughter, it beats together with all others but it makes you unique to you. For here" he pressed gently, a soft smile playing across his aged face "comes the power to change things for the better, to do right and forsake wrongs, to live and love and cherish, and hope. Here friendships and fellowships form, and sometimes bonds are broken. Above all, here lays choice, here lives are chosen and paths are taken; one day Elanor, you will be like those snowflakes. You will choose your own path, and it will lead you places only your heart can imagine; your own light will shine through for all to see, all you have to do is let it."
"You asked about the snowflakes, why they don't look the same; it is because they do not follow the same path, and they all wish to shine alone." Bending down, Frodo placed a tender kiss on Elanors thought wrinkled forehead "all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you" he got up sparing a memory worn smile and stepped quietly from the room leaving the young lass to sit.
Crackling in the grate, the fire shot into the flue, radiating warmth that licked across Elanors ivory skin; azure eyes watched each snowflake on the window intently. Some blended into a single flake, falling together as one; some fell alone seeming almost sad when their delicate frames fell upon the glass. Each had a mind, a beauty all its own.
Warm light played across Elanors soft golden locks and warm, clear eyes framing her in a bright cocoon. Smiling wondrously, the lass gazed at each brightened wall, and ember born of flame, a new understanding brewing within her young mind.
'All you have to decide.' she felt Frodo's words in her chest, a feeling of incompletion building there. Young though she was, a feeling of emptiness formed whispering words in her gentle ears, words of worlds far away.
".is what to do with the time that is given to you" the whisper escaped rosy lips. Her heart now felt longing for more then was before her, it seeked to find the mountains taller then she, the trees which spoke, the elves of beauty, dwarves of earth, and Men of might. Forests, lakes, and adventure called her, her age now felt constraining when the world was before her.
Drawn by desperation, Elanor's eyes once again fell to the white world outside the safety of fire and home, magical and mysterious; it seemed a shame to her it would fade away before anyone had the chance to enjoy it. Uncle Frodo spoke much of the elves, and their taking leave of middle earth upon great white ships, their beauty too faded with time.
'But' Elanor mused 'good things cannot last forever, things must change, because everything is different, even the snowflakes.' The emptiness in her chest sated, a warm comfort settling in her stomach. Frodo was right, she was different and when her heart took its path, what it would bring her would be her own.
She would decide her life with the time given to her.
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A/N What do you think? READ AND REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer- JRR is brilliant, I wouldn't dream of taking credit for it, so of course I don't own anything you recognize.
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Frost tinted sunlight streamed through the oval windows, casting shadows across the bare walls.
Eager blue eyes watched the twilight while the sun, in her glory, sank into slumber awaiting a new day with sparkle and joy. Falling lazily from the clouds above, snowflakes twinkling with mirth dusted century old trees, and crystallized springtime flowers.
Bright as Elbereth's star, a smile broke across the tiny face from the mouth to the wide blue eyes, crinkling the child's innocent features while she watched with growing curiosity as a single snowflake landed on the window, leaving its own print, its own unique mark. Pressing her little nose to the glass, she watched the snow and strange thoughts streaming through her mind. A soft laugh turned her away from her intent, azure eyes meeting their match, for another pair of bright twinkling eyes gazed in return.
"My Elanor, such a face," chuckled her uncle Frodo, his twinkling eyes watching her with amusement "what might the lady be looking at with such intent? Surely frozen leaves do not cause \ much thinking?" Elanor wrinkled her nose, mock frowning Frodo for he did not understand.
"Nuh uh, 'ncle Fwodo ," she muttered "I wondered bout the snowflakes, how magical they seem like elves themselfs! But, none of them are de same, they all different and I wonder why they like that if you get my meanin'" Shaking his head, Frodo took a seat by the blazing fire beckoning his Sam's daughter to his knee, a place she went to eagerly, waiting for the story that was sure to come.
Pausing a moment for thought, Frodo remarked on how much like her father Elanor was, in everything from her curiosity, to her warm heart. Sighing inwardly, Frodo knew her path would be dangerous; this thought wounded him what he suffered he hoped she never would. A gentle nudge from the impatient youngster brought him back to middle earth. Touching her cheek gently, Frodo spoke his voice far away in memory as the words slipped from his tongue,
"Snowflakes are like us dear, we are different as well. No two hobbits, men, elves, or dwarves will ever be the same as any other. For this keeps life interesting Elanor. If you were identical to all around you, would it not take away what makes you yourself, what makes you beautiful?" he placed to fingers above her heart, locking eyes with her, mind clear of the past as he gazed at her, a love born of hardships shining out for the daughter of his friend.
"This makes you different my friend daughter, it beats together with all others but it makes you unique to you. For here" he pressed gently, a soft smile playing across his aged face "comes the power to change things for the better, to do right and forsake wrongs, to live and love and cherish, and hope. Here friendships and fellowships form, and sometimes bonds are broken. Above all, here lays choice, here lives are chosen and paths are taken; one day Elanor, you will be like those snowflakes. You will choose your own path, and it will lead you places only your heart can imagine; your own light will shine through for all to see, all you have to do is let it."
"You asked about the snowflakes, why they don't look the same; it is because they do not follow the same path, and they all wish to shine alone." Bending down, Frodo placed a tender kiss on Elanors thought wrinkled forehead "all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you" he got up sparing a memory worn smile and stepped quietly from the room leaving the young lass to sit.
Crackling in the grate, the fire shot into the flue, radiating warmth that licked across Elanors ivory skin; azure eyes watched each snowflake on the window intently. Some blended into a single flake, falling together as one; some fell alone seeming almost sad when their delicate frames fell upon the glass. Each had a mind, a beauty all its own.
Warm light played across Elanors soft golden locks and warm, clear eyes framing her in a bright cocoon. Smiling wondrously, the lass gazed at each brightened wall, and ember born of flame, a new understanding brewing within her young mind.
'All you have to decide.' she felt Frodo's words in her chest, a feeling of incompletion building there. Young though she was, a feeling of emptiness formed whispering words in her gentle ears, words of worlds far away.
".is what to do with the time that is given to you" the whisper escaped rosy lips. Her heart now felt longing for more then was before her, it seeked to find the mountains taller then she, the trees which spoke, the elves of beauty, dwarves of earth, and Men of might. Forests, lakes, and adventure called her, her age now felt constraining when the world was before her.
Drawn by desperation, Elanor's eyes once again fell to the white world outside the safety of fire and home, magical and mysterious; it seemed a shame to her it would fade away before anyone had the chance to enjoy it. Uncle Frodo spoke much of the elves, and their taking leave of middle earth upon great white ships, their beauty too faded with time.
'But' Elanor mused 'good things cannot last forever, things must change, because everything is different, even the snowflakes.' The emptiness in her chest sated, a warm comfort settling in her stomach. Frodo was right, she was different and when her heart took its path, what it would bring her would be her own.
She would decide her life with the time given to her.
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A/N What do you think? READ AND REVIEW!!!