Rating: T
Warnings: Blood, Character Death (Same level as first Movie)
Chapter: 3
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
Author's Note: Anyone who is going to/has read this over on FF.net, please no spoilering for those that want to read it on here, kay? :3 Reviews and Critisism is appreciated 
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The weather was mocking him Littlefoot decided. It was two days ago that his Grandmother had died, and ever since there had been nothing but sunshine, only a few tiny sky puffies floating overhead. A gentle breeze was all that disturbed the long grass. In other words, the weather was downright mocking him.
His friends tried to support him, but how could they know what he felt? He had lost his mother a few years prior and now had lost his mother-figure in pretty much the same way. He huffed, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. Why did such things always happen to him?
His grandfather was gone most of the time, only returning to their resting-place to sleep. The older Longneck would spend the better part of the day just standing in front of the blocked-off ravine, not moving for hours. They rarely spoke to one another these days, each desperately trying to cope with the loss.
“Littlefoot?” The young Longneck turned at the voice. Mr. Threehorn was standing a short distance away, watching him with something like concern in his eyes. “You haven’t moved, have you?”
“Go away.” He didn’t care if his rudeness would call forth the famed temper of the Threehorn, all he wanted was to be left alone. Neither happened.
“You can’t remain here forever, you know.” A shadow fell over the young one. “Your friends worry about you.”
“Let them.” Littlefoot turns away from the grown-up.
“That’s a very wrong attitude.” Littlefoot heard a heavy body lay down. “Will you look at me, Littlefoot?”
Reluctantly the young one turned to look at the Threehorn beside him.
“Hiding here from those that care about you isn’t the way to deal with this, young one.”
“Why? I lost everything…” A sob nearly escaped his lips and he was surprised when he felt the gentle touch of a nuzzle on his back.
“You have your grandfather and father, even if he isn’t here at the moment, and your friends.”
“Grandpa is gone the entire time.” Littlefoot huffed. “He just stands at the ravine the entire time. He hasn’t talked to me in days.”
“Can you blame him? He lost the love of his live.” Mr. Threehorn said. “Do you recall when you all came here after the Great Earthshake?”
“Yes.” Littlefoot didn’t quite catch what he was trying to say, but went along anyway.
“Do you recall ever seeing Cera’s mother after you did?”
The young Longneck shook his head. He had not been paying that much attention to the Threehorn-family, to be honest, but now that he thought about it he really hadn’t seen her. Or Cera’s sisters for that matter.
“They were killed by Sharpteeth. I was heartbroken, the only thing driving me on was my pride which refused to allow me to give in to despair and just get myself killed too. Mind you, until Cera actually ran up to me I thought I had lost her too.”
“Why are you telling me this, Mr. Threehorn?” Littlefoot asked, looking up in the gray face of Cera’s father.
“Because I want you to understand WHY your grandfather is standing in front of that ravine the entire day.” He looked down in the brown eyes of the Longneck. “Imagine how much is needed to bring me down. Your grandfather is feeling that exact feeling right now.”
“But… aren’t that two different situations?” He meekly asked, growing unnerved under the scrutiny of the grown-up.
“What makes you think that?” Mr. Threehorn turned to look at the faraway silhouette of the older Longneck. “I think they are very much the same: I lost a mate and children back then and in a way, he lost a mate and child two days ago. And yes, I know your mother died years ago…” He cut off the little one who made to retaliate. “But you can’t tell me you didn’t draw the parallels between how she died and your grandmother did. Your grandfather drew those same parallels and now not only grieves for your grandmother, but also your mother. And right now that grief drowns out all other feelings he has.”
At that, Littlefoot broke down. He cried and cried and his tears just wouldn’t stop. He didn’t notice how several other grown-ups arrived, having heard his wails off sorrow. The old Threehorn just shook his head at them, telling them silently to leave the young one be.
It was hours later that Littlefoot finally managed to calm down somewhat, having exhausted himself some time earlier.
“Feeling a bit better?” He asked when the little Longneck had grown completely silent. Littlefoot nodded meekly. “Good, now go to those friends of you. They might not know how you feel, but they can support you.”
“But Grandpa…”
“Let that be my problem for now.” The old Threehorn rose from the ground again. “I know what he is feeling right now and believe me, what he needs right now is a good kick against his hindquarters. I believe you’re too small for that though.”
Littlefoot nodded and walked off to find his friends.
“How did I become the grief-counselor of the Longnecks?” Topps sighed, looking up when he heard rustling leaves. Tria walked up to him, looking after the young Longneck as she did so.
“You said it yourself: you were pretty much in the same situation Grandpa Longneck is right now.” She rubbed her head against his lovingly. “You understand him, because quite frankly, under that tough exterior you are soft.”
“Am not.” Her mate exclaimed indignantly.
“Says the guy who was so flustered by simply seeing me he failed to see a big tree and ran it through with his horn.” She answered him dryly. “Not to mention being almost adorably awkward around me. And don’t you dare refute it: Cera will back me up on this.”
He grunted, before turning and walking away, grumbling under his breath. He heard her chuckle behind him as she watched him head to the ravine with every intention of beating sense into the head of the oldest Longneck in the valley, even if that meant literally beating him.
