Disclaimer: obviously I don't own any of these characters or places
This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if I should bother to continue with this story.
The sun beat down on Merry's head as he wandered aimlessly through the woods near his home. He glanced at the sun, which was slowly dipping out of sight behind the trees, and noted that he had about three hours until sunset. Not that he was worried about the dark as such. He had walked in the dark many times before, though granted not alone. He could do it if necessary, and it was necessary. He started to whistle a cheery tune to show how much he really didn't care.
In his minds eye, he saw them as they discovered that he was gone again. Saw his mother, broken and weeping, his father distraught at seeing her in such a state. Not that he wished his mother harm, quite the opposite. But as far as he knew, hurting her was the only way of getting to his father.
He knew he was kidding himself anyway. They wouldn't miss him, not really. Despite being their only child, he was just another mouth to feed, another occupied bed. His father had told him enough times how he has spoiled their youth by being born, stolen their lives. They would be glad to be rid of him, thought Merry, as the old flame of hatred rose in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath of the warm evening air to calm himself down. No, there would be no search party for him tonight.
He had left before, of course. Usually after one of the frequent collisions with his father, when he could stand the stress of living in that house no longer. He had always gone back though, in the end. Out of pity for his mother, or, in his earlier years, hunger. But this time, the collision had been worse; this time there was no going back.
The ground steepened as he walked, not quite knowing where he was going. Away was all he knew, away from the family that had never wanted him, not really. Some of his cousins might miss him, he supposed, especially the younger ones, but he had told them that he was going. Hadn't told them why of course, they wouldn't understand. He reached the top of the small hill he was climbing, and looked back at the flickering lights of Buckland. "And good riddance," he whispered into the fading light, before starting on the steep decent, the final glimpse of the place he grew up in disappearing.
And behind him, a small shadow followed.
This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if I should bother to continue with this story.
The sun beat down on Merry's head as he wandered aimlessly through the woods near his home. He glanced at the sun, which was slowly dipping out of sight behind the trees, and noted that he had about three hours until sunset. Not that he was worried about the dark as such. He had walked in the dark many times before, though granted not alone. He could do it if necessary, and it was necessary. He started to whistle a cheery tune to show how much he really didn't care.
In his minds eye, he saw them as they discovered that he was gone again. Saw his mother, broken and weeping, his father distraught at seeing her in such a state. Not that he wished his mother harm, quite the opposite. But as far as he knew, hurting her was the only way of getting to his father.
He knew he was kidding himself anyway. They wouldn't miss him, not really. Despite being their only child, he was just another mouth to feed, another occupied bed. His father had told him enough times how he has spoiled their youth by being born, stolen their lives. They would be glad to be rid of him, thought Merry, as the old flame of hatred rose in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath of the warm evening air to calm himself down. No, there would be no search party for him tonight.
He had left before, of course. Usually after one of the frequent collisions with his father, when he could stand the stress of living in that house no longer. He had always gone back though, in the end. Out of pity for his mother, or, in his earlier years, hunger. But this time, the collision had been worse; this time there was no going back.
The ground steepened as he walked, not quite knowing where he was going. Away was all he knew, away from the family that had never wanted him, not really. Some of his cousins might miss him, he supposed, especially the younger ones, but he had told them that he was going. Hadn't told them why of course, they wouldn't understand. He reached the top of the small hill he was climbing, and looked back at the flickering lights of Buckland. "And good riddance," he whispered into the fading light, before starting on the steep decent, the final glimpse of the place he grew up in disappearing.
And behind him, a small shadow followed.