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Child of the 7th Age · 09-04-2002, 11:06 PM

OOC -- Song courtesy of Helen.

Child sat on the deck with Rose, too tired even to try and sleep. They had made their way back to the Star by the early evening, their skiff laden with supplies they would need for the arrival of the hobbits. Bird and Levanto had still not returned.

Child sighed and shivered in the stiff breeze which blew across the deck. The image of the night before lay over her like a bad dream that would not disappear. She'd thought to come back to the Star and find her friends ready to share her small stories and help her laugh away the troubles of the day. But, it had not turned out quite like that.

A pall hung over the ship. Child had no idea what was happening or why it was happening, but she didn't like it. Once again, she found herself questioning Tule's behavior. When Rose came up beside her, she wrapped her arm about the girl's waist. Rose leaned over and whispered, "I wish Piosenniel was here..." Her voice trailed off into the wind. And then it came out with soft hesitency, "I want to go home." In all their months of travel and searching, Rose had never said that before. Not even when they were in the camps. Child had no idea how to answer her.

She looked over at her young friend and thought with some sadness, "At least you know where home is. I'm afraid I've lost myself somewhere, and can't seem to find the way. Her fingers groped towards the gem which lay nestled at her throat. She wrapped her fingers around it tightly, as if willing it to reveal some hidden answers.

Across the deck, she could hear Kali's gentle voice, raised in an ancient song that Child could remember the Tuks singing the night before Gondolin had fallen:

Hear the gentle breezes murmur
Listen to the songbirds sing
See the starlight softly shining
See the elven-torches gleam

Elven songs the breezes riding
Elven forms moon-shadows hiding
What a pretty place to slumber
Such a pretty place to slumber
safe in Gondolin

Hear the splashing water murmur
Listen to the fountain sing
See the stars reflection shining
See the elvish eyes a-gleam

Hear the whirling dresses murmur
Listen to the minstrels sing
See the elven dancers shining
Hair and eyes and faces gleam

Elven songs the breezes riding
Elven forms moon-shadows hiding
What a pretty place to slumber
Such a pretty place to slumber
safe in Gondolin

As the song ended, the two women sat in silence for a long time. Finally, Rose asked: "What do we do then?"

Child gazed up towards the gleaming skies and said with a certain grim fierceness, "We do what our people have always done. We dig in and hang on."

[ September 05, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

09-04-2002, 11:06 PM	#691
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	OOC -- Song courtesy of Helen. Child sat on the deck with Rose, too tired even to try and sleep. They had made their way back to the Star by the early evening, their skiff laden with supplies they would need for the arrival of the hobbits. Bird and Levanto had still not returned. Child sighed and shivered in the stiff breeze which blew across the deck. The image of the night before lay over her like a bad dream that would not disappear. She'd thought to come back to the Star and find her friends ready to share her small stories and help her laugh away the troubles of the day. But, it had not turned out quite like that. A pall hung over the ship. Child had no idea what was happening or why it was happening, but she didn't like it. Once again, she found herself questioning Tule's behavior. When Rose came up beside her, she wrapped her arm about the girl's waist. Rose leaned over and whispered, "I wish Piosenniel was here..." Her voice trailed off into the wind. And then it came out with soft hesitency, "I want to go home." In all their months of travel and searching, Rose had never said that before. Not even when they were in the camps. Child had no idea how to answer her. She looked over at her young friend and thought with some sadness, "At least you know where home is. I'm afraid I've lost myself somewhere, and can't seem to find the way. Her fingers groped towards the gem which lay nestled at her throat. She wrapped her fingers around it tightly, as if willing it to reveal some hidden answers. Across the deck, she could hear Kali's gentle voice, raised in an ancient song that Child could remember the Tuks singing the night before Gondolin had fallen: Hear the gentle breezes murmur Listen to the songbirds sing See the starlight softly shining See the elven-torches gleam Elven songs the breezes riding Elven forms moon-shadows hiding What a pretty place to slumber Such a pretty place to slumber safe in Gondolin Hear the splashing water murmur Listen to the fountain sing See the stars reflection shining See the elvish eyes a-gleam Hear the whirling dresses murmur Listen to the minstrels sing See the elven dancers shining Hair and eyes and faces gleam Elven songs the breezes riding Elven forms moon-shadows hiding What a pretty place to slumber Such a pretty place to slumber safe in Gondolin As the song ended, the two women sat in silence for a long time. Finally, Rose asked: "What do we do then?" Child gazed up towards the gleaming skies and said with a certain grim fierceness, "We do what our people have always done. We dig in and hang on." [ September 05, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.