Please note! Generally in this story when I say 'they' without saying who I'm talking about, it means the trees. Thank you, read away!
Fawn lost his friends, his family to the fire that raged through the forest. In his head, his trees screamed.
They watched in horror as he stopped and clutched his head, crying out, though the sound was barely audible over the roar of the fire.
They tried to silence themselves, to make him keep fleeing from the fire, but fawn could still feel their pain, and it hurt him.
The prince did not see that his friend was not following him, and he and his elves raced away from the fire. Their fawn dropped to his knees, clutching his head, and screamed. It was not him that was burning, but it was his trees, his family, and it felt like it.
The wildlife rushed past him, only a deer stopping to try to nudge him onward. When this failed, it too fled the fire. That was when the prince noticed.
He stopped in his tracks and turned, running back, calling, "Lyon!"
At the sound of his name, fawn staggered to his feet and tried to go in the direction of the prince's voice, but the fire cut him off, and he simply collapsed.
'Fawn, fawn, don't leave us!'
Lyon heard the voices of the trees, but they sounded far away.
"Friends?" He asked blearily, he did not understand what was happening. There was a sort of haze around him, and below him he could see Eryn Lasgalen burning.
He could see shapes rushing through the trees, trying to put out the blaze. If he listened hard, he could hear orders being shouted and cries of pain and fear.
The trees were still calling for him, but it was fainter now. What was happening?
Suddenly through the fog around him, he heard a voice, like bells, but full of fear and horror. It was asking the trees, "Where, where is he?"
That voice, he knew that voice! That was Legolas! The trees responded, 'find him, the stars! Find him!'
He could tell his friend didn't understand, but Legolas flew off through the trees anyway, calling for him.
Why was he listening to this? Why could he hear all this? He was supposed to be down with the trees, and the elves, fighting the blaze! Not here, with the stars around him, just watching.
He had to go back, to help them! His family was dying, elves were dying, and a sinking feeling in his gut told him that he was dead too.
But he couldn't be dead, because they still needed him! So, out of sheer devotion and force of will, he forced himself to not die. He would not die, could not die, so he didn't.
The fire was gone, the pain was not. The trees around fawn's body had tried to protect him, but they had failed. He was dead.
As the woodland creatures crept back into their home, they felt the sadness of the trees, and when they saw, they knew why.
The deer returned from their unburnt part of the forest, bringing with them seeds and flowers to help the forest grow back. But these they did not get the chance to spread, as they found the body of fawn.
With a keening cry, a doe dropped her bundle of flowers and spread them to cover his face. Other creatures wove flowers in his hair, and they mourned for him.
Even in the city of elves in the forest, the trees mourning was felt, and the prince's as well. Lyon, fawn was gone.
Fawn forced himself to wake. It was all a bad dream, he told himself, he wasn't dead. And then he wasn't.
Suddenly his eyes opened, and he took a gasping breath. The creatures that had gathered around him cheered as he sat up, wincing when he felt his burns.
The trees were filled with joy as they saw that their fawn was alive. Word spread fast and soon, a tree was tapping its branches against the window to the kings room, where he sat with the prince, comforting the younger elf.
The king, annoyed and sad, stalked to the window and threw it open, questioning the trees. "What?"
'Fawn' they told him, 'Fawn.'
They didn't have to say more, for the king knew what they spoke of. "Where?"
'Coming.' They told him, 'coming.'
Then they turned their attention back to Fawn, who was making his way to the city with their help.
When he reached the gates, the guards saw who it was and immediately let him in, calling for the prince. The trees drew back, satisfied that their fawn would be alright.
"Where were you?!" Legolas demanded, he was angry, yes, but also confused, "We thought you were dead, Lyon."
Lyon just smiled serenely at his friend.
"I saw the stars, Legolas. I saw the stars
