Mis' amuigh air luing a' seòladh
'S mi gun dòigh air tighinn gu
baile...
Estelarion's mind had been working over those words for a time, as Hinura's song seemed to have gotten the words lodged in his memory. It was almost as if there were a spell on those words. He thought of his part on the flute for the song they were to play upon approach to the castle.
"Hinura," he said, turning to the silent Bard, "As we are to sing together, do you know the Celaid Myrn? If you do not wish to play with us, we would understand, but I think that your talent would bring us great improvement."
"I believe I have heard of it," Hinura responded, "What are the words again? Menelduliniel, do you think that you could sing a few of the lines?"
"Well, thank you for at least asking the right person," Menelduliniel said, giving a pointed gaze to Estelarion, "For they always ask him for the lyrics, but he cannot sing the words, for they are not only meant for a woman's voice, but he does not know them correctly." Her voice gave a hint of cynicism when she said correctly, as Estelarion had once argued with her over the lyrics, but she had proven him wrong, and had always considered herself the victor of that argument. It was a small victory, but she considered it a victory nonetheless.
I'Ithil hant sílad
Am i'falas
Nîf tín síla na hann lost.
Percarach-en-gell...
Menelduliniel sang the first four bars and turned to Hinura. "It is mostly repetitive after that, with slight variations. Have you heard it? And if you have not, do you think you could play it?"
"I believe I heard it once, some time ago," Hinura said, "It is a beautiful song. And Gandalf was right that it was full of hope, which is a blessing on a journey such as this. I will accompany you in the song."
Menelduliniel smiled, "Firstly, what is Mithrandir not correct about? And secondly, we would be delighted to have to play with us." She turned back to her own thoughts, although obviously more cheery.
Cuil na maer
Cuil na beleg
Cuil na alag...
Menelduliniel hummed to herself as she thought to herself of what was to come...
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