Drabble, anyone?

I'm hoping this will kick my bunnies into gear...

Gacked from trinityhelix

Every person on your flist gets to request a drabble from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

Fandoms I will write:
LOTR/Silm
Sailor Moon
Star Trek (Well, I can try...)

What I won't write:
Parent/Child
Underage, rape or non-con
Usagi/Seiya (I just *can't!*)

Other than that, anything goes!

In return... anything with the Lorien brothers please!

Edited to add: If you want a drabble but can't write one back, you can still ask and if I don't get too many requests, I'll write it anyway.

Drabble one

I'm just doing these in whatever order inspiration hits!

It's a bit long for a drabble, but oh well...

This one is for _kenaz_

To watch and Learn

He watched.

He watched as they rode out to destinations known and unknown, to Imladris, Greenwood and Lindon. Those places were exciting enough, but they were places he could also go.

It was the others he envied most, the ones who rode to Gondor and Rohan, or to any place of men. He had never seen a mortal and longed to do so. To see how they lived, to understand how they came to terms with the brevity of their lives.

So many questions welled in his heart, but the answers were ever elusive and would remain so until the day he rode out on a journey of discovery.

He would make that journey though. It might take time, but the day would come.

Turning away from the window, Haldir sat back down at the table, to continue his lesson in the common tongue with renewed determination.

The End

Drabble two

This one is for luin77 - it's almost a double-drabble!

This Moment

Never had he thought that anything could be so beautiful. Yet the miracle before him proved that anything was possible.

Was this what it had all been about? All the pain, suffering and struggles of the previous years, for this? If it was so, then it was worth it. He’d have fought a hundred more battles and weathered dozens more cruel winters, if it would have helped bring him to this moment.

Gently, Oropher reached into the crib and lifted his son into his arms. He smiled, seeing the child instinctively curl towards him, reaching for his warmth and love. Already this tiny being had utterly stolen his heart.

“Thranduil,” he whispered, stroking one tiny cheek. At this the child reached out one chubby hand, finding his finger and clutching it with surprising strength.

A tear came to his eye as his son held on to him, the strength reassuring. In his heart, Oropher knew that he would one day be parted from his child, but now he knew that whatever happened to him, Thranduil would survive.

The End