[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel held the rods still in her hand. She had been thinking all this time and had remained silent, nearly worrying Estelarion. Menelduliniel was never silent and, when she was, it was usually when she was scheming of some horrid plan that would get them both in trouble.

"Estelarion," she whispered to him, getting a very small nod on his part. She knew he was dreading what she would say, as he had no clue what it would entail. "Estelarion," she tried again, "I was thinking. Should we not sing something more...joyous? For, if we are to sing to calm, should we not sing of jovial things and not of torment and sorrow?"

Estelarion's eyebrows lifted in surprise at the thought.

"I did not consider that," he said, in a surprised tone, "You may be right. What were you thinking of? Wait, I know what would be fitting. We should sing Celaid Myrn. That is a merry song."

"Yes, but it is also calming. It would not upset any excitable foes we would meet," Menelduliniel pointed out.

"Yes, then it is settled. We shall change our song. And we could even repeat that song. It has no set beginning nor end, so it would make sense, as we could sing it for some time."

"As long as my voice did not give out," Menelduliniel pointed out, although knowing quite well that her voice would not give out.

They both grew silent again, and stared into the fire...