Rasputina had heard the man from Gondor's story and was pondering. She by nature, was very shy but, the name of the one he was looking for caught her attension. Had she ever met this woman in her travels? Most likely not, unless she traveled the old forgotten roads that wove along the shores, and split at the Blue mountains. Those were the roads she used, and they were very joyful to her. He was a wanderer, as he explained but, she could tell it by how he wore his face. She had never been to Gondor, or the city of Minas Tirith, but some of her people had and they spoke kindly of it.
For, they said, the father's of men today had built it and were friends. For a time. Of the Dunidan, her people spoke in hushes. Not because they dispised them, they spoke because some of this race had once came to their forest. They were ravaged by some fear and were very greatful for her kin's kindness. Her people took them in for a time, which they kept to themselves. They rarely approached her kind, when they did it was a time of giving for thankfulness, or to pass a kind word or two. Rasputina had the chance of meeting one of them on her way home from the cliff, and was shocked. Though she was scared, the poor human tried to flee at the very sight of her, but caught it's foot on an ancient tree. It was a child, who was sent to gather fallen branches and had gotten lost in the darkness of the trees. Rasputina helped the child back to their camp, and was greeted by many kind eyes. They thanked her, and she left as soon as she arrived. Somehow, they were confusing to be around. Her head would swim, as if they posed a threat. Maybe it was just shock, for it soon passed. As soon as they came, they left and said that they would try to repay them later. Her people smiled and said there was no need for it, and that they wished them a safe journey. That was the last time she ever saw another race.
Now, it seemed as if a summit of every people had been called to meet, greet, and be merry. Rasputina was always interested in the outer world and others, and this was for now a paradise of sorts. She hoped the man would find this Roa, for he looked very said, as if it was a stake plundged into his very life frame.
Rasputina just sat there quietly, for she didn't like to talk alot. Mostly because she didn't have much to say. She felt a song coming on, and picking up her cello and after a few plucks of the strings, she began:
People stared at the makeup on his face
Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace
The boy in the bright blue jeans
Jumped up on the stage
And lady stardust sang his songs
Of darkness and disgrace
And he was alright, the band was all together
Yes he was alright, the song went on forever
And he was awful nice
Really quite out of sight, really quite paradise
And he sang all night long
Femme fatales emerged from shadows
To watch this creature fair
Boys stood upon their chairs
To make their point of view
I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey
Lady stardust sang his songs
Of darkness and dismay
And he was alright, the band was all together
Yes he was alright, the song went on forever
And he was awful nice
Really quite paradise
And he sang all night long
Oh how I sighed when they asked if I knew his name
Though they was alright, the band was all together
Yes he was alright, and the song went on forever
He was awful nice
Really quite paradise
He sang all night long...*
She didn't know were in her long memory it came from but, she liked it. Puting her cello in its case, she walked out to a nearby grove and sat down beside a tree. For awhile, it seemed she was off stareing at the sky, as if to ask it a question. She soon rose, and walked back to the party and found some water to drink. She had still to know were the gifts were going to be presented to the couple. When that thought ran through her head, it imediately triggered another. This one felt like an curse'd finger pointing at her with fault. She was still short one gift. The one that was stolen, and haunted her. Why did someone have to have it?! It wasn't their's! Soon, she began to feel angered at such a deed. Rasputina sat down at a vacant chair and began to contemplate the matter. Who had she seen last by her door, or who had been in the hallway? Did anyone else see another person enter? She scanned the party hill, and found only happy faces and merry voices and one woeful heart. Not one reeked of guilt. She drew her hand into a fist with frustration. Who was it?, ran around her mind like a taunting opponent.
To onlooker's she would have seemed to be just a 'serious thinker', who was not to be disturbed. But, inside, she was calculative and desparate for just one little answer. Something to give her a foothold in this mystery.
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All songs within this post written by David Bowie. No alterations have taken place. Song title: Lady Stardust.)