A/N this is not really a drabble..it is a 2,5 drabble.. a fic of 250 words :D
Ducks
I sit here beside the water, a lone elven king in a sea of grey, a sitting duck in a pool of mud.
I'm so close to Mordor I can feel it's warm, rotten breath on my neck.I sit here beside the water, a lone elven king in a sea of grey, a sitting duck in a pool of mud.I'm so close to Mordor I can feel it's warm, rotten breath on my neck.
It was here my father died.
It is here he lies buried, along with two third of his people.
I came here in search of him,
In search of them.
Their faces are printed on the back of my eyelids, and ever as I rest my head I hear their names.
So many died under my command, so many died to save my life.
How can I sleep without their forgiveness?
And yet…
Now that I am here, now that I can see their faces floating in the water and I can see the angry fires they have lit, all my eyes see is the little mother duck that tries to teach her children to swim.
Over the rotten face of a warrior I have known since childhood they take their first strokes.
Even here, amongst the dead of Dagorlad, life goes on.
Like in Mirkwood darkness is not all-powerful.
Mirkwood...
I have my own little duckling in Mirkwood that I still need to learn how to swim.
I close my eyes, and for the first time it is not the dead face of my father I see, but the sleeping face of my son.
Legolas
And I suddenly realize I don't need to be forgiven.
I just need to be home.
Liek