Sorrow and Joy by Nienna324
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b2memCards, Numbers and Prompts: G55; Cry me a river (In a Manner Of Speaking), I24; Shaking like a leaf-barely (In a Manner Of Speaking) I29; happiness (Deep Thoughts)
Format: Drabble (My first!)
Genre: Gen
Rating: General
Warnings: none
Characters: Nienna, Yavanna
Pairings: Nienna/Yavanna if you wish
Creator’s Notes: I literally wrote this in 10 minutes.
Summary: The tears poured out of Nienna. They rushed through the valley until they collected at the bottom in a now rushing river.
The tears poured out of Nienna. They rushed though the valley until they collected at the bottom in a now rushing river. Nienna dived into it and was carried, still sobbing, as the river started to overflow its banks.
The sorrow was difficult. But there was a strange sort of happiness that came in this outpouring. She felt the world more fully than most, and that was both her bane and her greatest joy. And sometimes? Sometimes the two mixed together in ways others wouldn’t understand.
Yavanna let her cry without judgement. She let Nienna’s tears cleanse the broken leaves.
Format: Drabble (My first!)
Genre: Gen
Rating: General
Warnings: none
Characters: Nienna, Yavanna
Pairings: Nienna/Yavanna if you wish
Creator’s Notes: I literally wrote this in 10 minutes.
Summary: The tears poured out of Nienna. They rushed through the valley until they collected at the bottom in a now rushing river.
The tears poured out of Nienna. They rushed though the valley until they collected at the bottom in a now rushing river. Nienna dived into it and was carried, still sobbing, as the river started to overflow its banks.
The sorrow was difficult. But there was a strange sort of happiness that came in this outpouring. She felt the world more fully than most, and that was both her bane and her greatest joy. And sometimes? Sometimes the two mixed together in ways others wouldn’t understand.
Yavanna let her cry without judgement. She let Nienna’s tears cleanse the broken leaves.
