A/N: So… It is 3:07 in the morning and I am writing a fanfiction for Hunger Games because I have discovered that I love Mockingjay! If you haven't read it yet, which is most likely the case since it's only been out for three hours, this is a major spoiler. Literally, the second to last page. But, yeah. READ MOCKINGJAY PEEPS! BTW, I don't own Hunger Games.
.:Mountain Air:.
I held her in my arms. My baby girl. Mine and Peeta's. Irocked her. Back and forth, back and forth. And I sang to her. I sang her my lullaby.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
A girl's face, dark-skinned, flashed through my mind. Rue. That lullaby always brings back memories of her, that dear little girl, her hair full of flowers. Now that I am older, I realize that she was so like Prim. I'm sure that wherever they are now that they're gone, they are getting along famously. Now, as for Haymitch and I, we still need a bit of work. But I must say, my daughter's godfather deserves to be it. My daughter. Rue Primrose.
A/N: Well? Did you like it? Please review! However, I will let you read Mockingjay first.
Luv,
Emily