A/N: This ONESHOT is actually a scene from one of my fanfics...but I put it here because this scene has only my original characters.....tell me what you think of it.

Music in the Forest

Trey leaned against a tree trunk on the makeshift bed of leaves he had put together, making a slight crunching noise. His world was dark and his ears became his eyes years ago. Now he shut his eyelids and listened to the night sounds of the forest. His pointed ears never failed to catch the faintest whisper.

Over to his right, a twig in the dowsed fire cracked as it gave in. He heard the hooting of the old lonely owl, followed by a violent flutter and beat of wings as it took to the sky. There were crickets. He loved the chirping sound they made. It lulled him to sleep. A toad croaked in a distance. The sound was faint and far away. The wind whistled in his face; its breath caressed his cheek.

Some minutes passed when a note found his ears. The tune was even more distant than the frogs, but he heard it clearly. At first the melody came only as a faint whisper, gradually growing louder and louder. It was the song of the Forest Children; the merry, innocent forest children that lived in only the deepest and most magical part of the forest. He had never come across one, but he knew they were there. Their song played every night.

After the music had faded, a different tune arose. In his dreamlike state, he did not hear his companion stir. Her song was unfamiliar to him, played with a wind instrument. It sounded strange, but pleasant.

The name of the instrument escaped his mind, yet he was sure he had heard it before. A lute; that’s what it is. His mother had owned one long age. Such an instrument was not common among his people, who favored the harp or lyre. The lute played a beautiful, haunting melody. It did not last long, dying away after a few minutes.

“It’s beautiful…” he murmured softly, turning to her.

Silence.

He knew she was there even though he couldn’t she her. “Where did you learn it?” he persisted.

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, “In the forest at twilight, with my fingers as my teacher, and my heart as my guide.”

Trey lulled to the sounds of the hoots, chirps, croaks, and whistles of the Forest’s midnight lullaby.