Trifles by oshun

Lalaith and Túrin

Based upon the following quotation from The Children of Húrin, "The Childhood of Túrin."

"At that time all the warmth of his heart was for Lalaith his sister; but he played with her seldom, and liked better to guard her unseen and to watch her going upon grass or under tree, as she sang such songs as the children of the Edain made long ago when the tongue of the Elves was still fresh upon their lips."

This is written for Himring who requested "how about a three sentence fic to go with your bio of Lalaith (any aspect of it)?" 

“Riding on the horsie, the horsie, the horsie,” she prattled, straddling cook’s broom and trotting in a circle, stopping only to chuckle to herself. “Hunting for my Túrin, my Túrin, my Túrin.” She let out a laugh that turned into a squeal of joy. “I know you are there, big brother, hiding behind that bush. Come play with me.”

“You play. I like to watch you.” The sunlight caught her tangled curls and turned them into purest gold.

“I have a silly brother, silly, silly. I have a silly brother, who only likes to watch.”