[Larien Telemnar]

Larien lingered near a corner of the room, tapping her toe with the music of Gil's song. She sat down quietly in a corner and smiled as the patrons sang along.

She listened with rapt attention as the Ranger recited his verse, and found her mind rifting to tales of old, those which had been long told, and those which had not yet been revealed. She watched wistfully, hoping that perhaps she might find the courage to recite even the smallest verse, to dare to murmur the slightest tune. She thought back to the days when Elrond would lift her into his lap, and begin to tell her fantastic tales of far away places, brave soldiers, valorous maidens and desperate villians.

She suddenly found herself gaining courage that she never knew she had. Clearing her throat, the stood up on the table.

'If I may,' She said, loud enough for everyone to hear, 'I would like to sing a song. It's one of my own composistions. It may not be as skilled as many songs are, but it has a dear place in my heart. I usually recite it in Elvish, but shall try to translate it.'

She slipped the hood of her cloak back over her head and bowed her head. Slowly, she started to sing, faltering with the the first few notes. Gradually her voice sounded more sure, and surprisingly pleasing to hear. The tune she sang was mournfull, and full of pain.

Travelers cold and weary,
On a lonely mountainside.
Through passes dark and dreary,
Trying to make it through the night.

Unaware of the danger,
That the shadows did conceal.
Think of the words of this stranger,
Remember what they can reveal.

Foes and enemies aboud,
When the summer sky grows dark.
Death and tragedy surround,
Memories that scar my heart.

They tried to fight but couldn't.
Their numbers were too few.
For travel, you shouldn't,
When there are only two.

But wait! A babe is hidden,
Behind a smaller rock.
A life for hers is given,
Her mother paid the cost.

A man upon the trail,
Finds their bodies on the ground.
Tears of sorrow falling,
As he utters mournful sounds.

He hears the baby whimper,
He searches and he finds.
Life among the sorrow,
And a child a home shall find.

Larien curtsied and stepped from the table, a tear slipping down her cheek as she sat down.

'I know it doesn't flow as well as it should, but I don't have the heart to change it.' She whispered.