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Elladan Peredhil · 02-08-2003, 08:47 PM

Rirrym offers Cromthal a white cloth handkerchief from his pocket. As he releases his hold on the fine fabric, he smiles absentmindedly, remembering the day his mother had given it to him.

"My father once said that it was the sign of a great musician that has his music come from the heart. That tear you shed is proof enough of that for me." He fingers his silver pipe, trying to decide what type of melody would best hide his presumed lack of ability. He takes a deep breath. Well, I guess it's now or never. If I'm going to be thrown out of here as Middle Earth's worst pipe-player, I might as well do it now so I can get a bit further away on horseback. "How about a lullaby?" Rym offers, and at Cromthal's nod, his thin fingers move into place and he brings the pipe to his lips.

Rym closes his eyes as he starts to playing a soft, melodious lullaby from his homeland. To his surprise, no-one throws rotten food at him or runs towards him with a stick to use in helping to throw him out. Cromthal joins in a few notes later, once he has picked up the general melody.

02-08-2003, 08:47 PM	#11
Elladan Peredhil Animated Skeleton Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Middle Earth Posts: 38	Rirrym offers Cromthal a white cloth handkerchief from his pocket. As he releases his hold on the fine fabric, he smiles absentmindedly, remembering the day his mother had given it to him. "My father once said that it was the sign of a great musician that has his music come from the heart. That tear you shed is proof enough of that for me." He fingers his silver pipe, trying to decide what type of melody would best hide his presumed lack of ability. He takes a deep breath. Well, I guess it's now or never. If I'm going to be thrown out of here as Middle Earth's worst pipe-player, I might as well do it now so I can get a bit further away on horseback. "How about a lullaby?" Rym offers, and at Cromthal's nod, his thin fingers move into place and he brings the pipe to his lips. Rym closes his eyes as he starts to playing a soft, melodious lullaby from his homeland. To his surprise, no-one throws rotten food at him or runs towards him with a stick to use in helping to throw him out. Cromthal joins in a few notes later, once he has picked up the general melody.