Cast a Blossom Down to Me by Celeritas

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Story Notes:

For B2MEM 2011, Day 13: 

Write a story or poem or create artwork featuring unanswered requests, prayers or pleas.

Frodo dug his foot into the tree’s bole.  “Ellie, the mallorn won’t listen to me!  I’m asking it ever so nicely!”


Elanor looked up from her book of poems.  “Frodo,” she said, in a voice too like her mother’s to be coming from a twelve-year-old, “the mallorn always listens.  Sometimes its answer is ‘no.’”


“Why isn’t it ever ‘no’ when you ask it?”


That was not entirely true.  It had taken Elanor four months and three days of wheedling, cajoling, and weeping, before she had suddenly, in the stillness of bed, learned the absurdly simple secret of the mallorn.  But Frodo had been quite little then, and he didn’t always remember things as Elanor did, and she was afraid that if she told him, the mallorn would deem the secret learned unfairly.  Then he would get even crosser.


Sighing, she set down the book, rested her hand upon the bark, and whispered to the mallorn, then looked up to see one small flower drifting down.  She caught it and gave it to her brother.  It wasn’t what he wanted, but her face was so generous that he took it anyway.


“Keep thinking,” said Elanor.  “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” 

Chapter End Notes:

The tradition of asking the mallorn for flowers evolved by the Fourth Age into children dancing around the Party Tree, especially on April 6, calling out:

Mallorn, mallorn, elven tree,
Cast a blossom down to me!

Those who had their request answered were considered extremely lucky, but in fact the secret is much simpler than that.

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