Title: Monsters
Author/Email: MaraJade (LadyJadeSky@aol.com or LadyJadeSky@comcast.net)
Archive: Mellon Chronicles and The_Istari if they want, anyone else just ask!
Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful characters; I'm just playing in JRR's sandbox. I make no money off this.
Rating: G (no doubt about this one =)
Notes: This one is very short, and was written in about 15 minutes. And then it got lost in a pile of papers so I didn't get to post it when it was finished. Sorry everyone! Also, Estelcontar, can you email me off list? I can't find your email addy and I need to ask a huge favor. On with the fic!
Three-year-old Estel awoke from a bad dream. It was still dark outside, but the boy had no clue what time it was. He padded quietly to his father's room, cautiously opening the door and peering in. He *thought* the elf lord was sleeping, but he still hadn't figured out how to tell for sure. But he was scared and shaking and badly needed comfort.
He pulled himself onto the bed and launched himself at the still figure, calling out, "Ada!" as he made contact. Elrond came awake with a loud grunt when the unexpected weight of the twenty-five pound boy hit him.
"Estel, what's wrong?" he asked as soon as he was capable of drawing a breath in his abused chest.
"I had a bad dweam," the child informed him, still shaking. "Can I stay wif you?"
"Yes, Estel. You know you are always welcome to come to me if you need anything. Do you think you will be able to go back to sleep now?"
"You won't let any scawy black monsters get me, will you?" the child asked, eyes wide.
"Absolutely not," Elrond said in all seriousness. "There are no scary black monsters allowed in here. And I'll watch over you to make sure they don't get in."
"Mm-kay. Gonna go sleep now. Night, Ada!" Estel was more than happy to go back to sleep now that he knew his father would keep him safe.
"Goodnight, Estel. I'll always watch out for you," Elrond promised as Estel's breathing evened out.
End
Author/Email: MaraJade (LadyJadeSky@aol.com or LadyJadeSky@comcast.net)
Archive: Mellon Chronicles and The_Istari if they want, anyone else just ask!
Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful characters; I'm just playing in JRR's sandbox. I make no money off this.
Rating: G (no doubt about this one =)
Notes: This one is very short, and was written in about 15 minutes. And then it got lost in a pile of papers so I didn't get to post it when it was finished. Sorry everyone! Also, Estelcontar, can you email me off list? I can't find your email addy and I need to ask a huge favor. On with the fic!
Three-year-old Estel awoke from a bad dream. It was still dark outside, but the boy had no clue what time it was. He padded quietly to his father's room, cautiously opening the door and peering in. He *thought* the elf lord was sleeping, but he still hadn't figured out how to tell for sure. But he was scared and shaking and badly needed comfort.
He pulled himself onto the bed and launched himself at the still figure, calling out, "Ada!" as he made contact. Elrond came awake with a loud grunt when the unexpected weight of the twenty-five pound boy hit him.
"Estel, what's wrong?" he asked as soon as he was capable of drawing a breath in his abused chest.
"I had a bad dweam," the child informed him, still shaking. "Can I stay wif you?"
"Yes, Estel. You know you are always welcome to come to me if you need anything. Do you think you will be able to go back to sleep now?"
"You won't let any scawy black monsters get me, will you?" the child asked, eyes wide.
"Absolutely not," Elrond said in all seriousness. "There are no scary black monsters allowed in here. And I'll watch over you to make sure they don't get in."
"Mm-kay. Gonna go sleep now. Night, Ada!" Estel was more than happy to go back to sleep now that he knew his father would keep him safe.
"Goodnight, Estel. I'll always watch out for you," Elrond promised as Estel's breathing evened out.
End