Painful Memories, Shattered Love
Márwen's Childhood
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She groaned. Someone had her. Great. So much for her camouflage skills. Then she heard a voice swear. She heard that voice too many times for it to be pleasant. She slowly opened her eyes. It was him. She hoped it wouldn't be. She prayed, she begged the Valar. And then he spoke.
"Márwen," was all he said.
"Ada," was all she answered him with.
That was it. The fellowship made camp there that night. They let her have a moment with her father. Soon, a nightmare began. His screaming brought her back to the memories she was trying to escape all along.
{Flashback}
Legolas screaming at a small Elf, the child crying. All around are scattered small dolls and plushies. The room is a mess, but much less of a mess than would be expected from a child of 4 years.
"I told you to clean up an hour ago!" is all that Legolas is yelling.
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Legolas is inspecting the child's bed.
"There is a crease here," he says in a calm voice. "Fix it."
The child walks up and makes her bed all over again. Tears are streaming down her face.
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"Look at the clock," Legolas, all dressed up says to a small child aged about 5 years. "You were supposed to be here 5 minutes ago!"
The girl looks down; she already knows: later, she's going to be punished by him.
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Legolas is beating up a girl around 7. Screaming, he says,
"And that's for being late, that's for not being courteous, that's for the mess, that's...
{Fade out flashback}
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Disclaimer: Sue me! You won't get anything out of it, though... Don't own it! Nope *shakes head*
A.N. I know these chapters are short, but I wanna see if you guys are interested... If you are, I'll write the next ones longer. If you aren't, well, I'll say goodbye to the story...
So go on, click that button... Review!!!
Márwen's Childhood
**********
She groaned. Someone had her. Great. So much for her camouflage skills. Then she heard a voice swear. She heard that voice too many times for it to be pleasant. She slowly opened her eyes. It was him. She hoped it wouldn't be. She prayed, she begged the Valar. And then he spoke.
"Márwen," was all he said.
"Ada," was all she answered him with.
That was it. The fellowship made camp there that night. They let her have a moment with her father. Soon, a nightmare began. His screaming brought her back to the memories she was trying to escape all along.
{Flashback}
Legolas screaming at a small Elf, the child crying. All around are scattered small dolls and plushies. The room is a mess, but much less of a mess than would be expected from a child of 4 years.
"I told you to clean up an hour ago!" is all that Legolas is yelling.
~~~~~
Legolas is inspecting the child's bed.
"There is a crease here," he says in a calm voice. "Fix it."
The child walks up and makes her bed all over again. Tears are streaming down her face.
~~~~~
"Look at the clock," Legolas, all dressed up says to a small child aged about 5 years. "You were supposed to be here 5 minutes ago!"
The girl looks down; she already knows: later, she's going to be punished by him.
~~~~~
Legolas is beating up a girl around 7. Screaming, he says,
"And that's for being late, that's for not being courteous, that's for the mess, that's...
{Fade out flashback}
**********
Disclaimer: Sue me! You won't get anything out of it, though... Don't own it! Nope *shakes head*
A.N. I know these chapters are short, but I wanna see if you guys are interested... If you are, I'll write the next ones longer. If you aren't, well, I'll say goodbye to the story...
So go on, click that button... Review!!!