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mark12_30 · 05-15-2003, 01:02 PM

LinGalad looked around at the now-quiet table, and let the silence linger for another moment before he bowed and softly answered Kalir.

"Thank you, Kalir. The song did not come from Lasgalen, but in a way, it could have. Lasgalen is a quiet place. You might call it sleepy. Little happens, except that we long for those who have left us and moved on. In our way, we also plead, Come back to me. But we sing it sadly, for they will not return to us again from across the sea."

He looked around the faces at the table, and his glance rested on Anarya. "My forest tells few tales in these waning days. But you have scented its distant fragrance, and caught a glimpse of its soul."

Endereth watched. The lad was in his element; no hint of confusion or fear or even of youth was to be seen in him, and she sensed that his heart was far away, and his mind was running through the groves of his home.

Although he spoke to all at the table, LinGalad's eyes still held Anarya's. "And now, who will continue? Who next will tell us all of your own home, and show us its heart and soul?" He waited.

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05-15-2003, 01:02 PM	#49
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	LinGalad looked around at the now-quiet table, and let the silence linger for another moment before he bowed and softly answered Kalir. "Thank you, Kalir. The song did not come from Lasgalen, but in a way, it could have. Lasgalen is a quiet place. You might call it sleepy. Little happens, except that we long for those who have left us and moved on. In our way, we also plead, Come back to me. But we sing it sadly, for they will not return to us again from across the sea." He looked around the faces at the table, and his glance rested on Anarya. "My forest tells few tales in these waning days. But you have scented its distant fragrance, and caught a glimpse of its soul." Endereth watched. The lad was in his element; no hint of confusion or fear or even of youth was to be seen in him, and she sensed that his heart was far away, and his mind was running through the groves of his home. Although he spoke to all at the table, LinGalad's eyes still held Anarya's. "And now, who will continue? Who next will tell us all of your own home, and show us its heart and soul?" He waited. [ May 15, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.