One Hundred Green Leaves
The One Hundred Drabble Challenge by NirCele.
Hi! If you didn't notice, I deleted my previous drabble challenge 'Drabbles of Middle-earth' as I kind of lost interest in continuing it, but guess what? It's back! It has a new title (obviously to do with my name!) and the drabbles will be shorter than before, making it easier for me to write and post more at a time!
These drabbles will all be different… some will be angst, some hurt/comfort, and some pure fluff (my favourite!) They will include any LotR/TH character I think suitable for the specific drabble prompt, including my OCs Eleniel and Feredir! (Go to my profile or my story Rivendell's Star for more information about these two) :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Eleniel, Feredir, and any other OCs I have! I wish I did, but if I had Tolkien's brain... let's just say I wouldn't be sat here writing this. ;)
Please enjoy!
Fire
She was gone.
That one sentence kept emerging from the depths of the Lord of Imladris' mind, the words forming to make something that brought tears to his eyes every time he thought about it.
Celebrian was gone.
His wife.
His love.
His stars.
His moon.
His everything.
Elrond felt the first tears of many roll down his cheeks as he sat in the Hall of Fire, watching the raging orange flames burn in front of him.
He missed her so much, and she had barely just sailed.
A shuddery breath escaped his lips as he looked down, storm grey eyes just making out the shape of a tiny baby swathed in blankets through the blurry haze of tears.
Elrond shifted her in his arms, and a faint smile appeared on his face as she giggled, tiny fingers wrapping themselves around her father's much larger hand.
Celebrian was gone, but at least he had been given something that reminded him of her every time he looked at it.
His daughter.
His precious baby Eleniel.
The elf lord saw his wife in her every time he looked into those shining blue eyes, and he knew that, someday, even if it was far away from now, he would see her again.
He just had to wait.
And as he watched the flames dance in the fire place, and listened to his daughter gurgle sleepily in his lap, he suddenly felt a new-found hope fill his heart, slowly beginning to mend the dark hole.
I really hope you enjoyed! Please review and tell me what you think? Thank you for reading :D ~ Gre3nleaf