My Father's Eyes

by feathered moon wings

They are terrible and cruel; warm and loving. I see my father trough his ever-changing eyes, and they tell me his truths if I read them correctly. But sometimes I fear i will never get to know everything there is to know about them. They are like the grey sky, like the universe itself or the forest as it rains. They speak to me if I listen. (Drabbles. Cover by me. Beta: Mondhase.)

1. They are

Even after all the wonders I have seen in my life, as long as I can remember, the eyes of my father have always mesmerized me. They are like the grey sky before it rains, like the ocean on the morrow, like a blue sky full of stars. To me they are cruel, mysterious, unmerciful, dangerous… and loving; loving and caring, sometimes lost to the world around him. In his eyes I see the deep vastness of the universe… it is dark and terrifying and as it is dangerous, it is also beautiful. I fear I may never know the whole of what lies in my fathers' eyes. But always, I will love him so.

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Abril: Well this is just the introduction of the drabbles I plan on making, 100 to 500 words, of a study of the faces of Thranduil through Legolas' eyes ABOUT his father's eyes.

Any ideas are welcome, if your idea is fitting, it stays!

Also thanks to the lovely Mondhase, she has been really kind to me and has been a lot of help in the correction of this drabbles.