Little Green Man

[altariel]

A drabble written for the third birthday of the Henneth Annûn mailing list: write a piece about trees, no more than 300 words, containing the number 3.



Little Green Man

The Elves, they said, had woken them, but he had moved amongst them at the first drop of rain. He had seen them born. He heard the whisper when the first blow fell; smelt the first kindling and knew what it forebode. He felt the anger pulse and throb and quicken.

Dawn is spreading out across the forest. The leaves are new and green, and the blackbird’s eyes are bright and restless. Down in a dark place, the willow creaks. Three ages of the sun have passed and more, and still he watches. Oldest and fatherless. Heart of the wood.

Comments

[kerravonsen]

Tom Bombadil?

[altariel.livejournal.com]

My hero :-)

[tlanti.livejournal.com]

That's a nice piece of writing - I'm glad you posted it as it's a pleasure to read! :)

[altariel.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm very glad you enjoyed it :-)

[kathyh]

That was lovely. Thanks.

[altariel.livejournal.com]

My pleasure :-)

[altariel.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it, Maia :-)