I promise to get to my other stories as soon as I can. For now, I hope you enjoy the beginning of this one. :)
Thanks to Naheka and Mainecoon who pointed out my grammar problems. Fixed them. Sorry about that, must have been really tired when I wrote it. More shall be on the way soon.
My Brother Wept Tears Of Blood
You know.
Sometimes I hear your voice upon the wind.
Sometimes I turn and I can almost see you standing there smiling.
But that's impossible.
You've long since been gone.
And left me here.
So why do I still feel you near?
Oh brother of mine.
Because the echoes of your presence are always near.
Legolas sat silently upon the limb of a large tree. The quest was finished, and peace had once again entered the soul of the young Elf. Now he would journey home for a brief time with his friend Gimli, then on toward other places. But the peace in his soul was tempered by slight grief. There had been many lost during the war, slain by one foul creature or another of Sauron, and watching such had brought painful memories of his childhood, and of one who had been taken from him.
*He shall never see this day,* he thought silently, looking up into the branches, watching the stars twinkle in the spaces between them.
"Master Elf, what art thou doing up so late!" a gruff voice called from below.
Legolas looked down, and smiled slightly at his friend.
"It must not be so late, Master Dwarf, if thou art up as well," he called down to him, and started down.
"I could not sleep. What is your excuse?" Gimli asked, as Legolas finally stepped onto the ground.
"I was thinking of my siblings, especially my eldest brother," Legolas said softly, sitting upon the ground and resting his back against the tree.
"Ah, will we be meeting them in Mirkwood?" Gimli asked, sitting down beside his friend.
"Nay, except to perhaps visit their graves. All of my siblings are dead, including my twin and eldest brother," Legolas said softly.
Gimli was speechless for brief seconds, then finally brought forth words, "I am sorry,."
"Nay, do not be. I did not know any of my siblings for they were dead before I was born. All except my eldest brother, who died before I reached my first thousand years. Tis, my twin died shortly after our birth, as did my Mother," Legolas sighed.
Gimli looked sadly upon his friend. Legolas did not look at him, but rather at the stars far above, "I miss them dearly, though I knew them not. I miss my eldest brother the most, I believe, for I knew him well and loved him dearly."
"Tell me of him, if you wish," Gimli said softly.
"Are you sure, dear friend? It is a long tale," Legolas warned.
"Go ahead, as I cannot sleep," Gimli said.
"Very well, then, my first memory of him..." Legolas said, and began his tale.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A gentle hand caressed his cheek. Opening his delicate eyes, Legolas looked for the one who woke him. Above him stood an Elf, one he recognized. Twinkling blue eyes tinged with sorrow looked at him as the other smiled warmly.
"Minu!" cried little Legolas, grasping his brother's larger hand in his two small ones.
"Hello, Legolas," Minuiind said, chuckling at the very young elfling's enthusiasm.
He then lifted Legolas out of his small bed, and balanced him on his hip.
"Well, little one, how are we feeling today?" he asked.
"Happy!" the elfling giggled, one little hand wrapping around some of his brother's pale golden hair.
"That is good, wouldn't want a sad elfling, now would we?" Minuiind asked.
Legolas shook his head, then looked questioningly at his older brother, "Minu, why are you sad?"
Minuiind looked in slight surprise at his three year old brother, then answered, "I'm not sad, little one."
"Yes, you are. Your eyes are sad," Legolas said.
Minuiind was silent for a moment then sighed softly, "There is keeping nothing from you, little one. Yes, I am sad. I miss our Mother and siblings. But you help ease the grief well. I would die of such a grief if I lost you," he said softly, stroking Legolas's cheek gently with his free hand.
"No you wouldn't, Minu! Who would Ada have?" Legolas asked.
"Well, Ada will always have us, Legolas, as I am sure I shall never loose you," Minuiind said, and smiled slightly.
"I promise you won't!" Legolas said, hugging his brother as tightly as he could.
Minuiind wrapped his free arm around his brother gently. When they broke the embrace, Minuiind raised his brother's head gently so that he could look at him.
"Well, Legolas, we had best get something to eat, as I can hear your stomach, and it sounds like a hungry spider!" Minuiind exclaimed playfully, quickly changing the sad mood.
Legolas giggled as his brother walked, still carrying him, down to the kitchens.
Thanks to Naheka and Mainecoon who pointed out my grammar problems. Fixed them. Sorry about that, must have been really tired when I wrote it. More shall be on the way soon.
My Brother Wept Tears Of Blood
You know.
Sometimes I hear your voice upon the wind.
Sometimes I turn and I can almost see you standing there smiling.
But that's impossible.
You've long since been gone.
And left me here.
So why do I still feel you near?
Oh brother of mine.
Because the echoes of your presence are always near.
Legolas sat silently upon the limb of a large tree. The quest was finished, and peace had once again entered the soul of the young Elf. Now he would journey home for a brief time with his friend Gimli, then on toward other places. But the peace in his soul was tempered by slight grief. There had been many lost during the war, slain by one foul creature or another of Sauron, and watching such had brought painful memories of his childhood, and of one who had been taken from him.
*He shall never see this day,* he thought silently, looking up into the branches, watching the stars twinkle in the spaces between them.
"Master Elf, what art thou doing up so late!" a gruff voice called from below.
Legolas looked down, and smiled slightly at his friend.
"It must not be so late, Master Dwarf, if thou art up as well," he called down to him, and started down.
"I could not sleep. What is your excuse?" Gimli asked, as Legolas finally stepped onto the ground.
"I was thinking of my siblings, especially my eldest brother," Legolas said softly, sitting upon the ground and resting his back against the tree.
"Ah, will we be meeting them in Mirkwood?" Gimli asked, sitting down beside his friend.
"Nay, except to perhaps visit their graves. All of my siblings are dead, including my twin and eldest brother," Legolas said softly.
Gimli was speechless for brief seconds, then finally brought forth words, "I am sorry,."
"Nay, do not be. I did not know any of my siblings for they were dead before I was born. All except my eldest brother, who died before I reached my first thousand years. Tis, my twin died shortly after our birth, as did my Mother," Legolas sighed.
Gimli looked sadly upon his friend. Legolas did not look at him, but rather at the stars far above, "I miss them dearly, though I knew them not. I miss my eldest brother the most, I believe, for I knew him well and loved him dearly."
"Tell me of him, if you wish," Gimli said softly.
"Are you sure, dear friend? It is a long tale," Legolas warned.
"Go ahead, as I cannot sleep," Gimli said.
"Very well, then, my first memory of him..." Legolas said, and began his tale.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A gentle hand caressed his cheek. Opening his delicate eyes, Legolas looked for the one who woke him. Above him stood an Elf, one he recognized. Twinkling blue eyes tinged with sorrow looked at him as the other smiled warmly.
"Minu!" cried little Legolas, grasping his brother's larger hand in his two small ones.
"Hello, Legolas," Minuiind said, chuckling at the very young elfling's enthusiasm.
He then lifted Legolas out of his small bed, and balanced him on his hip.
"Well, little one, how are we feeling today?" he asked.
"Happy!" the elfling giggled, one little hand wrapping around some of his brother's pale golden hair.
"That is good, wouldn't want a sad elfling, now would we?" Minuiind asked.
Legolas shook his head, then looked questioningly at his older brother, "Minu, why are you sad?"
Minuiind looked in slight surprise at his three year old brother, then answered, "I'm not sad, little one."
"Yes, you are. Your eyes are sad," Legolas said.
Minuiind was silent for a moment then sighed softly, "There is keeping nothing from you, little one. Yes, I am sad. I miss our Mother and siblings. But you help ease the grief well. I would die of such a grief if I lost you," he said softly, stroking Legolas's cheek gently with his free hand.
"No you wouldn't, Minu! Who would Ada have?" Legolas asked.
"Well, Ada will always have us, Legolas, as I am sure I shall never loose you," Minuiind said, and smiled slightly.
"I promise you won't!" Legolas said, hugging his brother as tightly as he could.
Minuiind wrapped his free arm around his brother gently. When they broke the embrace, Minuiind raised his brother's head gently so that he could look at him.
"Well, Legolas, we had best get something to eat, as I can hear your stomach, and it sounds like a hungry spider!" Minuiind exclaimed playfully, quickly changing the sad mood.
Legolas giggled as his brother walked, still carrying him, down to the kitchens.