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Tinuviel of Denton · 10-21-2003, 02:35 PM

Arilewen sighed as Rostion finished his song. Almost, she would have enjoyed singing something herself, but that was one of the things she preferred to leave to others. Though her singing voice was a clear, sweet soprano, she was shy about singing for anyone else. For the same reason, she rarely danced, leaving such things to the less self-conscious maids. Unforunately, someone, she couldn't remember who on later reflection, had apparently heard her sing before, and called out, "Arilewen, you know some lovely songs; why don't you sing something?"

Blushing from the roots of her hair to the collar of her dress, she shook her head, no. Then Firiel joined the first elf, and soon it seemed that everyone was clamoring for a song.

"Please, Arilewen?"

"Well..."

"Please?"

"Let me think for a moment." She closed her eyes, ostensibly to think of something to sing, but actually to gather her courage before she opened her mouth. She was terrified that her voice would , or that she would forget the lyrics, or...Maybe it would be better to get it over with.

Still with her eyes closed, she began to sing:

Hello, darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains within the sounds of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a pale lamp, I turned my head from the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a scarlet light
That split the night and touched the sound of silence

And in the light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared,
no one dared disturb the sounds of silence

“Fools,” said I, “you do not know silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed to the scarlet god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming
And the sign said “the words of the prophets are written on the granite walls
And cavern's halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.”

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Sounds of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel; with changes by Tinuviel

[ November 05, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

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10-21-2003, 02:35 PM	#11
Tinuviel of Denton Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Amid the hills and dales of the Shire... or not. Posts: 579	Arilewen sighed as Rostion finished his song. Almost, she would have enjoyed singing something herself, but that was one of the things she preferred to leave to others. Though her singing voice was a clear, sweet soprano, she was shy about singing for anyone else. For the same reason, she rarely danced, leaving such things to the less self-conscious maids. Unforunately, someone, she couldn't remember who on later reflection, had apparently heard her sing before, and called out, "Arilewen, you know some lovely songs; why don't you sing something?" Blushing from the roots of her hair to the collar of her dress, she shook her head, no. Then Firiel joined the first elf, and soon it seemed that everyone was clamoring for a song. "Please, Arilewen?" "Well..." "Please?" "Let me think for a moment." She closed her eyes, ostensibly to think of something to sing, but actually to gather her courage before she opened her mouth. She was terrified that her voice would , or that she would forget the lyrics, or...Maybe it would be better to get it over with. Still with her eyes closed, she began to sing: Hello, darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sounds of silence In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone Beneath the halo of a pale lamp, I turned my head from the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a scarlet light That split the night and touched the sound of silence And in the light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sounds of silence “Fools,” said I, “you do not know silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you.” But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed to the scarlet god they made And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming And the sign said “the words of the prophets are written on the granite walls And cavern's halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.” ____________________________________________ Sounds of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel; with changes by Tinuviel [ November 05, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]