A little oneshot. Legolas.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.
"Eirien, eirien, eirein." A little girl sings; a daisy chain clasped in her chubby fist. Her eyes light up and she pounces on another little white flower. Her brow furrowed, she begins to determinedly poke and prod the stem until it joins. She soon continues her search.
Legolas watches her, a small smile playing on his lips. He calls out:
"Melian!"
She looks up, her almost…navy eyes looking curiously at him. Her cropped hair is dark and daises have been carefully thrust into the blue cloth she wears on her head.
"La, Legolas?"
He smiles and asks her to show him. She happily complies, running to him and holding the daisy chain up.
"Nimir!" he applauds. He pulls her to him and kisses her on the head.
She nods distractedly: she knows the brilliance of her creation. She moves off again, jumping on the flowers and singing her little ditty about the flowers she loves so much. Legolas looks down and again begins to immerse himself in the letters from far away Minas Tirith. Greenwood seems so far removed from the grandeur of the cold marble halls, he reflects. He much prefers the safety and naturalistic atmosphere of his home.
The sound of hoofbeats startles him and he looks up. A horse and rider, dressed in the colours of the Rangers of Ithilien. He leaps to his feet: what crisis has befallen? He wonders in horror. The horse gallops towards him, its muscles rippling, its nostrils flaring.
The rider draws his sword.
He levels it flat with the little girls head.
She turns, and sees the magnificent beast.
Her eyes widen and she begins to run, as does Legolas.
His cry splits the air.
The sword comes down and there is a thud and a crack.
The tiny girl's body flies through the air and lands. She perfectly, sickeningly still.
Legolas reaches her and begins to flutter over, calling her name over and over.
She lies, her blue eyes glass, reflecting the grey sky above. In her limp hand she still holds the daisies, the ground stained beneath her head.