'Blame'
By Finnov
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR and I don't own Mars
A/N This is a one time story. It goes completely against my other stories 'Innocence ' and 'Behind a King's Back'. Don't get confused! Also, I'm writing this through the eyes of a six year old. They don't have very large vocabularies. If they saw a red maple, they would think something more like 'pretty tree with red leaves.' Enjoy!
I am six, and I'm rather small. I'm a tiny elf, and that woman on the ground is my mother. An elf is standing above her, he shakes his head at my father. My father goes very pale, his eyes are distant. They take mother away from me.
I'm scared. I begin to cry. Where were they taking my Nana? I rock back and forth gently, trying not to draw attention to myself. My sisters are red eyed, and my brother's are like Father, distant. No one sees me.
Some elven maids come. They are talking together. They come to clean up Nana's blood.
"The little ones fault." They say.
"An accident." I don't hear the end. I feel sick. It was all my fault. I should not have been a bad little Elf and climbed the tree, not today. I'm never going to climb again, not now, not ever. I cry more.
Father sees me. He is very sad. Disappointment shows in his blue eyes. I am very bad to make Ada mad. I'm only a child, that is what he's thinking. But I should have been good. I should not have climbed the tree. Nana is gone now, I don't know where she went.
When I had touched her hand she hadn't turned. Her eyes were closed. I was frightened. She didn't wake up at all. She is gone.
I get up, I am mad. I run into the forest, making for the Red Oak, my Mother's favorite tree. My Ada shouts at me, I do not listen. I run, run as fast as my little legs can.
I see the big tree. It has very large leaves, bigger than my hand. It is very pretty. Nana loved it. I cry some more.
I pick up a large stick. I began to hit the tree. The tree begins to brake. Some of the bark hits me in the eye, I cry for that, too. The tree begin to turn yellow, I don't care. I hear footsteps from the bushes.
"Legolas Greenleaf exactly what do you think you are doing?" It is Ada.
Ada is mad. He takes the stick from me and he hits my face. I begin to cry again. Ada is nice to me this time. "Oh, Legolas." he says.
He picks me up, I cry into his hair. The hole in the tree I made is big enough to sit in. It was very old tree, at least that's what Nana told me, it was a big tree, thick.
Ada pulls me close, he lets me cry all I want. I want to cry forever. Nana was gone, and Ada said she wasn't coming back.
"She's dead, little one. But as long as you remember her, she lives through you. Remember this day." I don't know what dead is, but it sounds bad. Father strokes the cheek he struck, and holds me even closer. As for me not remembering this day, how could I not? Nana was gone, and worse of all, it was my birthday.
By Finnov
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR and I don't own Mars
A/N This is a one time story. It goes completely against my other stories 'Innocence ' and 'Behind a King's Back'. Don't get confused! Also, I'm writing this through the eyes of a six year old. They don't have very large vocabularies. If they saw a red maple, they would think something more like 'pretty tree with red leaves.' Enjoy!
I am six, and I'm rather small. I'm a tiny elf, and that woman on the ground is my mother. An elf is standing above her, he shakes his head at my father. My father goes very pale, his eyes are distant. They take mother away from me.
I'm scared. I begin to cry. Where were they taking my Nana? I rock back and forth gently, trying not to draw attention to myself. My sisters are red eyed, and my brother's are like Father, distant. No one sees me.
Some elven maids come. They are talking together. They come to clean up Nana's blood.
"The little ones fault." They say.
"An accident." I don't hear the end. I feel sick. It was all my fault. I should not have been a bad little Elf and climbed the tree, not today. I'm never going to climb again, not now, not ever. I cry more.
Father sees me. He is very sad. Disappointment shows in his blue eyes. I am very bad to make Ada mad. I'm only a child, that is what he's thinking. But I should have been good. I should not have climbed the tree. Nana is gone now, I don't know where she went.
When I had touched her hand she hadn't turned. Her eyes were closed. I was frightened. She didn't wake up at all. She is gone.
I get up, I am mad. I run into the forest, making for the Red Oak, my Mother's favorite tree. My Ada shouts at me, I do not listen. I run, run as fast as my little legs can.
I see the big tree. It has very large leaves, bigger than my hand. It is very pretty. Nana loved it. I cry some more.
I pick up a large stick. I began to hit the tree. The tree begins to brake. Some of the bark hits me in the eye, I cry for that, too. The tree begin to turn yellow, I don't care. I hear footsteps from the bushes.
"Legolas Greenleaf exactly what do you think you are doing?" It is Ada.
Ada is mad. He takes the stick from me and he hits my face. I begin to cry again. Ada is nice to me this time. "Oh, Legolas." he says.
He picks me up, I cry into his hair. The hole in the tree I made is big enough to sit in. It was very old tree, at least that's what Nana told me, it was a big tree, thick.
Ada pulls me close, he lets me cry all I want. I want to cry forever. Nana was gone, and Ada said she wasn't coming back.
"She's dead, little one. But as long as you remember her, she lives through you. Remember this day." I don't know what dead is, but it sounds bad. Father strokes the cheek he struck, and holds me even closer. As for me not remembering this day, how could I not? Nana was gone, and worse of all, it was my birthday.