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piosenniel · 01-26-2003, 06:12 PM

It wasn’t an Elven star which rose between the two trees. It was Holly, entranced by the music and the fair voice, who now stood up on the crumbling west wall of the castle grounds. Her eyes opened wide and she reached toward the harp as if to bring the music closer. So lovely, yet so faint was the voice which reached her ears.

She leaned in closer to hear the words. 'This must be one of the ghosts!’ she murmured to herself, putting pen to paper. ‘I would put down these words, so melancholy . . .’ She began to sketch the orchard, its long shadowed fingers stretching eastward. Above the branches she wrote the words as they hung in the air against the rising moon.

Her feet moved closer to the inner edge of the wall. A mistake on her part, but understandable. The music drew her on.

She fell with a sharp intake of breath, landing in the tangles of the long abandoned vegetable garden. So silent in the shadow of the crumbling wall. Faintly she heard the voice of Gandalf beyond the wall.

Her pack had fallen beneath her, and a small voice called out. ‘Neek – Breek!’ She struggled up onto her extended arms. ‘Get off me, Holly! Let me out!’ Bird crawled from beneath the pack’s flap, and wriggled her antennae at the downed Hobbit.

‘Well, Holly. This is a fine mess you’ve gotten us into.’

[ January 26, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

01-26-2003, 06:12 PM	#302
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It wasn’t an Elven star which rose between the two trees. It was Holly, entranced by the music and the fair voice, who now stood up on the crumbling west wall of the castle grounds. Her eyes opened wide and she reached toward the harp as if to bring the music closer. So lovely, yet so faint was the voice which reached her ears. She leaned in closer to hear the words. 'This must be one of the ghosts!’ she murmured to herself, putting pen to paper. ‘I would put down these words, so melancholy . . .’ She began to sketch the orchard, its long shadowed fingers stretching eastward. Above the branches she wrote the words as they hung in the air against the rising moon. Her feet moved closer to the inner edge of the wall. A mistake on her part, but understandable. The music drew her on. She fell with a sharp intake of breath, landing in the tangles of the long abandoned vegetable garden. So silent in the shadow of the crumbling wall. Faintly she heard the voice of Gandalf beyond the wall. Her pack had fallen beneath her, and a small voice called out. ‘Neek – Breek!’ She struggled up onto her extended arms. ‘Get off me, Holly! Let me out!’ Bird crawled from beneath the pack’s flap, and wriggled her antennae at the downed Hobbit. ‘Well, Holly. This is a fine mess you’ve gotten us into.’ [ January 26, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.