::ALWAYS THERE::


TITLE: Always There
AUTHOR: Victoria Leighton (Uruviel)
RATING: PG
PAIRING: None (*cries*)
SUMMARY: A song/story of an elven girl's life.
DISCLAIMER: MY CHARRIE, NOT YOURS. The songs, not mine.
NOTES: The two osngs came to me in dreams... which was odd considering I hadn't listened to the second one in... four years. That was odd.
WARNING: Sentimental and me-ish, beware!




A woman stood alone on the far bank of the river. A soft, pale light seemed to emanate from her star-kissed skin. All the silence of the surrounding forest was held back by the beauty of her voice, a voice that slowly disappeared into darkness�

�Hush now, my baby. Be still, love, don�t cry.
Sleep as you�re rocked by the stream.
Sleep and remember my last lullaby.
And I�ll be with you when you dream.�


 The soft voice caressed the darkness of the forestland. The words were whispered and sung and repeated in harmony a dozen times or more, so it was obvious that the listener wasn�t paying much heed to the actual phrase. The only sound that came fully to the young child�s delicately pointed ears was the sound of her mother�s voice, calling in the darkness. A sound she often heard in her dreams and that would be remembered there for her lifetime and longer. As she clutched the fur blanket about her tightly, the music resonated in her mind.

�When the sun went down
And everyone was sleeping
If I heard a sound
Like things around me creeping
She�d wrap her arms around me
And tell me, �Don�t be scared.�
And I knew that I was safe because�
She was always there.�

 A child�s voice banished away the silence under the eaves of the silver trees. High above, golden leaves rustled in a soft symphony that added to the enchantment of her music. A young girl with golden locks sat alone in a clearing, with only the stars overhead as her audience. She sang quietly to herself, remnants of a voice that she would never hear again. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her, trying to remember a warmth that she felt so long ago, but that only comfort that came to her was the soft sound of the raindrops beginning to fall around her.

�When the storms would come
And things would seem so bad
And I�d want to cry
I�d listen to my Dad
He promised that the rain would pass
The day would soon be fair.
And I never was afraid because�
He was always there.�

 A beautiful young lady with a pale pointed face and shining golden hair sat beside a stream, her pale hand resting gently in the cool water. Her strong voice echoed from tree trunk to tree trunk. All around her, the grass was damp with fresh morning dew, and silver drop still slid from the high golden leaves. She seemed to be alone, her words calling out to no one except the fair morning sky.

�I remember now
Like it was yesterday
They�d hold me close
And then I�d hear them say
�You know we�ll never leave you
You can find us everywhere
In the morning light
The evening star
We�re always there.��

 A golden-haired princess of fair skin and sapphire blue eyes danced in a tree-filled clearing. The stars wheeled overhead in delight from the song that issued forth on her radiant voice. Her feet moved swiftly over the grass, and though she seemed to dance alone; she knew that she was being watched. Though she danced unaided, and the woods were hers only. The music that cried from the earth and the heavens, that mingled in tree tops and rivers and streams, all the voices of those that had come long before her, that carried hers skyward to the swirling stars. And there only two voices reached out from the twilight; two voices that came to her own.

�Always there
Someone you can count on to comfort you.
Always there
Like a green green valley, you can come home to.�



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