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Mattius · 03-20-2003, 04:34 PM

"Come on," Mattius said as he heeved Radagast up and across the room, "old friends and great times wait for you in your dreams!"

The Wizard stopped in the middle of the room and his strong physical power, not apparent from his outward appearnce, forced Mattius to stop in his tracks too.

"I have a thought good Firnlord!" Said the Istari. Mattius smiled at the mention of his true name.

"Ah Radagast when you call me Firnlord it is like a lost childhood returns to my heart!" Radagast laughed as Mattius spoke and reached inside his cloak grinning and pulled out a long wooden flute.

"This my boy," he whispered into the elf's ear so that the room seemed silent except for his voice, "was given to me by the Entwives many many many years ago." At the mention of the Entwives his face saddened.

"Fear not Radagast I am sure you will soon see them again," Mattius said consoling him. It seemed to work.

"Yes my boy," he smilled, "but untill then their greatness shall live through music!" With this he put the wooden flute to his aged lips and began to play, quietly at first so that it seemed nothing more than a background noise. Soon though it began to become louder and conversations around the room began to die down as the Music of the Entwives began. The flute was the only sound except for the sound of Radagast taking breaths every so often. Warriors, farmers, Rangers and staff stood silent as the music took them to far away places where peace with nature was perfect, where the Entwives lived with the Ents and there was no evil, suddenly though the room seemed to darken and the music turned sombre and a few drinkers began to weep softly as the Entwives were gone and peace became war. The music created great images in the minds of the listeners and now those images were of loneliness and hostility.

However just before the song was over Radagast added an opptimistic note at the end, that the Entwives may be found, and perhaps soon.

He lowered the flute from his lips and the strange dark, but comfortable atmosphere, was lifted from the room. Suddenly from all quaters clapping and cheering was to be heard and Radagast turned to Mattius looking worn out.

"Now I am ready for bed good friend."

03-20-2003, 04:34 PM	#308
Mattius Soul of Fire Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: City of Steel Posts: 666	"Come on," Mattius said as he heeved Radagast up and across the room, "old friends and great times wait for you in your dreams!" The Wizard stopped in the middle of the room and his strong physical power, not apparent from his outward appearnce, forced Mattius to stop in his tracks too. "I have a thought good Firnlord!" Said the Istari. Mattius smiled at the mention of his true name. "Ah Radagast when you call me Firnlord it is like a lost childhood returns to my heart!" Radagast laughed as Mattius spoke and reached inside his cloak grinning and pulled out a long wooden flute. "This my boy," he whispered into the elf's ear so that the room seemed silent except for his voice, "was given to me by the Entwives many many many years ago." At the mention of the Entwives his face saddened. "Fear not Radagast I am sure you will soon see them again," Mattius said consoling him. It seemed to work. "Yes my boy," he smilled, "but untill then their greatness shall live through music!" With this he put the wooden flute to his aged lips and began to play, quietly at first so that it seemed nothing more than a background noise. Soon though it began to become louder and conversations around the room began to die down as the Music of the Entwives began. The flute was the only sound except for the sound of Radagast taking breaths every so often. Warriors, farmers, Rangers and staff stood silent as the music took them to far away places where peace with nature was perfect, where the Entwives lived with the Ents and there was no evil, suddenly though the room seemed to darken and the music turned sombre and a few drinkers began to weep softly as the Entwives were gone and peace became war. The music created great images in the minds of the listeners and now those images were of loneliness and hostility. However just before the song was over Radagast added an opptimistic note at the end, that the Entwives may be found, and perhaps soon. He lowered the flute from his lips and the strange dark, but comfortable atmosphere, was lifted from the room. Suddenly from all quaters clapping and cheering was to be heard and Radagast turned to Mattius looking worn out. "Now I am ready for bed good friend." __________________ A problem shared is a problem halved, so is your problem really yours or just half of someone else's?