Naneth
By: Elf (of Eryn Lasgalen)
Summary: Just a quick oneshot, it's the anniversary of Legolas' mother's death.
Rating: Probably G, but let's say PG, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: Oh, yes, they're all mine. I'm a genius and I created these characters... :/
Anyhoo, the story:
"Legolas."
The golden-haired elf nodded as Aragorn climbed up behind him. They were sitting at the top of the tallest tree in Eryn Lasgalen, with rain pouring down around them.
"I used to do this all the time," Legolas spoke after a few minutes of silence. "I'd climb to the very tip of the highest tree I could find, and then I'd stand and let the wind blow me around, trusting the tree to keep me from falling. It felt like I was flying. I loved it. It was the closest I ever got to touching the sky."
"Did you ever fall?" Aragorn asked with a worried expression on his face.
"Once." With a wry glance at the concerned man beside him, Legolas fell back into silence for moment. "It was after Naneth died, when I was an elfling. I missed her so much, and I wanted to talk to her again. It was a particularly wild storm, and I felt myself hard-pressed to keep my footing. I thought if I jumped off, the wind would carry me to Naneth. Don't look like that, Estel!"
"Like what?" Aragorn questioned his glaring friend.
"Like I'm about to die or something! Anyway, I jumped off. I was so excited, because I was going to see Naneth again. Then I started falling. It seemed to last forever, that fall." Legolas shivered slightly. " I remember feeling scared and disappointed and sorry and sad for my family, because I would be dead as well as Naneth. And I very nearly was. My family was so worried. When I woke up from my coma, Ada cried and hugged me and told me never to do anything like that ever again."
"Understandably," interjected Aragorn.
"Yes. My sister called me an idiot- as she does," Legolas gave a small smile. "And then she hugged me so hard she nearly broke my ribs again."
"Well, I find myself agreeing with her. You could have died!" Aragorn scolded his best friend.
"I know, I know, Estel. Admittedly I was an elfling."
"And you've never grown up," teased the human.
"Not in the sense that I want my Naneth," Legolas admitted, serious again.
"I know, Legolas..." Aragorn laid a comforting hand on the elf's slender shoulder. Legolas leant against his friend.
"She died on a day very much like this one," he told Aragorn. "Only my sister and I were with her. We'd been captured by orcs. They'd tortured her, and she died! I remember she said she was sorry to leave us before we were ready- and my sister said we'd never be ready- but that she was glad the pain would be gone forever. And then she said she loved us, and she- she died, Estel! And I'm glad she's happy, but I miss her so much! And I feel so selfish, because I want her back on Arda, just so I can see her again, even though she'd be hurting!"
"Oh, Legolas!" The human pulled the elf into his warm embrace. "Don't be an idiot. She was your mother."
Aragorn held Legolas until the storm stopped and the sun shone down on them. Then the elf pulled away.
"Hannon le, Estel," he smiled. "Hannon le."
The End
Author's Notes: I'm sorry if you found this appalling! *cringes away from readers' insults* I don't have much experience with grief (as you can see). Please review and tell me what you think. Suggestions on how to improve would be MUCH appreciated. I can take critiscm...really!
I like the idea of Legolas having a sister that loves him, and I'm doing another story about that.
Thanks!
Elf :)