Portrait of an Elf Family
Rating: G
Summary: Basically an outsider watching my elf family when I was little...
does anyone get that?
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They will outlive us all. Or at least they should. They are the Elves. The Immortal Ones. The Beloved. Never have I seen anything so beautiful as the Elven family I watch. The walk together through the woods, the mother carrying the younger girls-child, the father giving the little boy a piggyback ride. The boy looks ever so elated to be in his father's presence. They seem to glow, and with the growing green leaves around them they seem ethereal, for they are.
The fall comes, I see the little boy has grown some. They never know I am here. The little girl is growing up healthy and strong, a vision like her great- grandmother, Galadriel. Her eyes are the sparkling blue of her grandmother's mother. The little boy take after his father in many respects. The two children adore their young looking Elven father. He sometimes comes to walk alone, among the tall trunks of the elm, the larch, and the oak. He sits and thinks, sometimes very close to where I stand.
A few years pass, the two children are now no longer knee-high to a hobbit. The fall comes and the leaves fall about them, they run and play in the piles formed. Happy to be alive.
Then one day, the children do not come back. I know they cannot have left home, for they were still only little ones. I remember smoke. I fear fire. Then, when the morning came, the father came and sat right in front. Something was not right. "I know you are there." He says. I pretend not to hear him. "You are always here. Always watching us. Are you not, tree?" he says lightly. My branches creak as a response. "My children are lost. My wife suffers much, she will not stay with me any longer. Though I do not know why." "You remind her too much of the boy." I say softly. "Yes, that is true. My son Tarasangaion does look very much like me. I brought him here when he was only a baby. He has always loved and feared the woods." The father got up. "Thank you tree. Always have you been there, always have you watched over us." "And Always I will." The father got up once more, looked up at me, and made his way sadly from the forest. I knew it would be a long time before I would see the Elf again. *&^&*
What do you think? R/R please.
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They will outlive us all. Or at least they should. They are the Elves. The Immortal Ones. The Beloved. Never have I seen anything so beautiful as the Elven family I watch. The walk together through the woods, the mother carrying the younger girls-child, the father giving the little boy a piggyback ride. The boy looks ever so elated to be in his father's presence. They seem to glow, and with the growing green leaves around them they seem ethereal, for they are.
The fall comes, I see the little boy has grown some. They never know I am here. The little girl is growing up healthy and strong, a vision like her great- grandmother, Galadriel. Her eyes are the sparkling blue of her grandmother's mother. The little boy take after his father in many respects. The two children adore their young looking Elven father. He sometimes comes to walk alone, among the tall trunks of the elm, the larch, and the oak. He sits and thinks, sometimes very close to where I stand.
A few years pass, the two children are now no longer knee-high to a hobbit. The fall comes and the leaves fall about them, they run and play in the piles formed. Happy to be alive.
Then one day, the children do not come back. I know they cannot have left home, for they were still only little ones. I remember smoke. I fear fire. Then, when the morning came, the father came and sat right in front. Something was not right. "I know you are there." He says. I pretend not to hear him. "You are always here. Always watching us. Are you not, tree?" he says lightly. My branches creak as a response. "My children are lost. My wife suffers much, she will not stay with me any longer. Though I do not know why." "You remind her too much of the boy." I say softly. "Yes, that is true. My son Tarasangaion does look very much like me. I brought him here when he was only a baby. He has always loved and feared the woods." The father got up. "Thank you tree. Always have you been there, always have you watched over us." "And Always I will." The father got up once more, looked up at me, and made his way sadly from the forest. I knew it would be a long time before I would see the Elf again. *&^&*
What do you think? R/R please.