[arelendil]

The maid had left and Elwen was alone once more. She sighed, a deep sigh start from the heart. The light from her ring caught her attention but she quickly hid it beneath folds of shimmering white shutting out the memories it stirred up inside her. Elwen tapped her fingers on the worn bar top. Flicking her hair out of her face she stood up, she walked across the wooden floor boards making on sound and retrieved her elven grey cloak. Swinging silently around herself, once more hidding the light, Elwen slipped out of the crowded pub.

How cool the gentle breeze felt on her face. Elwen jumped down the last step and walked a short way down the path. A small patch of grass was off on the left hand side of the path on to this Elwen stepped removing her delicate silver shoes. Elwen stepped lightly making no imprint on the soft grass.

From the folds of her cloak Elwen produced a silver flute. Silm and delicate, with vines and leaves twirling around it.Elwen placed the flute to her lips and began a slow tune. Her feet began to dance, her hair and dress sparkling with light. But suddenly she stopped. Out here there was no one to hear the music, and music always demanded to be heard. Elwen turned swiftly, replacing her shoes as she went. The pub was to silent it needed song and dance.

Elwen stopped before the old door, listening once more to the calm wind whispering through the trees. Elwen bowed her head and pushed the door open.

[ December 12, 2002: Message edited by: arelendil ]