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Mithalwen · 09-12-2006, 01:37 PM

‘But what was it you were so sad about? Did you lose someone in your family. Or a friend?’ Taffy had asked Cir. The young elf pulled a stool from under the table and offered it to the hobbit lad and paused for a moment thinking how best to explain.

"Not exactly, for the song tells of the death of Gil-Galad, the last King of the High-Elves in Middle Earth and that happened at the end of the last age of the world " said Cir, then noticing that this didn't seem to convey much to Taffy he added "nearly three thousand years ago, and we are not yet fifty summers old. But our father and grandfather, and our uncle Cirion all fought in the army of Gil Galad in the Black Land but only our father came back. He hates it if we sing that song at home and our mother says that for him the memory of that time is still too painful. " The young elf's face tensed at a memory and then brightened. "But we sing merrier songs too - Oh Sister dear, shall we make them smile as well as weep?" he added mischievously with mock courtesy to his sibling. He ducked lest she swipe him in retaliation and grinned at Taffy.

Firefoot · 09-12-2006, 02:26 PM

"I'm here, Will, just a moment," called Cela from inside the large pantry. "Just putting some things away." She smiled at Will as she emerged; she had not forgotten the earlier incident but was determined both not to acknowledge it and to make up for it. "I was starting to wonder how you and Primrose were getting on. Feeling any better? Or is that tea starting to wear off?"

"More of the second, I'd say," said Will.

"So you only came to see me because you want something, is that how it is?" asked Cela lightly. "Never you mind. I was about to brew up some tea for myself; it's been a long day, wouldn't you say? I'll brew some willowbark up for you at the same time, and some for Primrose, too; even if she doesn't say she wants some, she'll probably be needing it just the same."

Kath · 09-13-2006, 06:15 AM

Cir had been a little surprised at her brother's sudden demand that they sing a sad song, and indeed that he wanted to sing at all, but she wasn't complaining. The voices in the room had fallen silent as the siblings wove the tune, and Cir had seen tears spring to the eyes of some of the patrons, even though they did not know the words. This song was one that did not need to be translated for the meaning to be understood.

As the last notes from the harp faded away she saw her brother turn to speak to the little boy that had been standing by them for some time. As the two talked Cir made herself useful, tuning up some of the instruments and giving others a quick dust. It seemed they had been in storage for quite a while.

“But we sing merrier songs too - Oh Sister dear, shall we make them smile as well as weep?"

Interrupted in her task as her brother turned toward her with a Cir sent a mock glare at him rather than a punch and winked at Taffy who grinned back shyly. Still, her brother’s idea was a good one, Dick had asked for them to entertain not to make people cry! Taking up one of the violins Cir struck up a new song, a happier one, and one that was liable to get people dancing with its lively tune.

Behold a wonder here -
Love hath receiv'd his sight,
Which many hundred years
Hath not beheld the light.

Such beams infused be
By Arien in his eyes,
At first have made him see
And then have made him wise.

Love now no more will weep
For them that laugh the while,
Nor wake for them that sleep,
Nor sigh for them that smile.

So pow'rful is the beauty
That Love doth now behold,
As love is turn'd to duty
That's neither blind nor bold.

Thus beauty shows her might
To be of double kind,
In giving Love his sight
And striking Folly blind.

Valesse · 09-13-2006, 08:40 AM

“I’m so sorry. I hope you haven’t been waiting long. Can I help you?” Valesseka turned toward Dick once it registered that he was addressing her. For a moment she hesitated before answering in order to recall all that she 'overheard'. "Oh, um, yes. I'd like to rent a room and for now just some mead if you have any."

She seemed a bit confused. Valesseka was mostly foreign to the concept of inns, and would probably be wholey lost if she had not been so sociable with travellers in the past. After another hesitation the girl, nodding toward the gaggle of preformers, added "I haven't been waiting very long, at least it wasn't a wait that I minded."

09-12-2006, 01:37 PM	#1
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,461	‘But what was it you were so sad about? Did you lose someone in your family. Or a friend?’ Taffy had asked Cir. The young elf pulled a stool from under the table and offered it to the hobbit lad and paused for a moment thinking how best to explain. "Not exactly, for the song tells of the death of Gil-Galad, the last King of the High-Elves in Middle Earth and that happened at the end of the last age of the world " said Cir, then noticing that this didn't seem to convey much to Taffy he added "nearly three thousand years ago, and we are not yet fifty summers old. But our father and grandfather, and our uncle Cirion all fought in the army of Gil Galad in the Black Land but only our father came back. He hates it if we sing that song at home and our mother says that for him the memory of that time is still too painful. " The young elf's face tensed at a memory and then brightened. "But we sing merrier songs too - Oh Sister dear, shall we make them smile as well as weep?" he added mischievously with mock courtesy to his sibling. He ducked lest she swipe him in retaliation and grinned at Taffy. Last edited by Mithalwen; 09-12-2006 at 01:41 PM.

09-13-2006, 08:40 AM	#4
Valesse Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: \|Away Posts: 614	“I’m so sorry. I hope you haven’t been waiting long. Can I help you?” Valesseka turned toward Dick once it registered that he was addressing her. For a moment she hesitated before answering in order to recall all that she 'overheard'. "Oh, um, yes. I'd like to rent a room and for now just some mead if you have any." She seemed a bit confused. Valesseka was mostly foreign to the concept of inns, and would probably be wholey lost if she had not been so sociable with travellers in the past. After another hesitation the girl, nodding toward the gaggle of preformers, added "I haven't been waiting very long, at least it wasn't a wait that I minded." Last edited by Valesse; 09-13-2006 at 03:12 PM.

09-12-2006, 02:26 PM	#2
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	"I'm here, Will, just a moment," called Cela from inside the large pantry. "Just putting some things away." She smiled at Will as she emerged; she had not forgotten the earlier incident but was determined both not to acknowledge it and to make up for it. "I was starting to wonder how you and Primrose were getting on. Feeling any better? Or is that tea starting to wear off?" "More of the second, I'd say," said Will. "So you only came to see me because you want something, is that how it is?" asked Cela lightly. "Never you mind. I was about to brew up some tea for myself; it's been a long day, wouldn't you say? I'll brew some willowbark up for you at the same time, and some for Primrose, too; even if she doesn't say she wants some, she'll probably be needing it just the same."

09-13-2006, 06:15 AM	#3
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Cir had been a little surprised at her brother's sudden demand that they sing a sad song, and indeed that he wanted to sing at all, but she wasn't complaining. The voices in the room had fallen silent as the siblings wove the tune, and Cir had seen tears spring to the eyes of some of the patrons, even though they did not know the words. This song was one that did not need to be translated for the meaning to be understood. As the last notes from the harp faded away she saw her brother turn to speak to the little boy that had been standing by them for some time. As the two talked Cir made herself useful, tuning up some of the instruments and giving others a quick dust. It seemed they had been in storage for quite a while. “But we sing merrier songs too - Oh Sister dear, shall we make them smile as well as weep?" Interrupted in her task as her brother turned toward her with a Cir sent a mock glare at him rather than a punch and winked at Taffy who grinned back shyly. Still, her brother’s idea was a good one, Dick had asked for them to entertain not to make people cry! Taking up one of the violins Cir struck up a new song, a happier one, and one that was liable to get people dancing with its lively tune. Behold a wonder here - Love hath receiv'd his sight, Which many hundred years Hath not beheld the light. Such beams infused be By Arien in his eyes, At first have made him see And then have made him wise. Love now no more will weep For them that laugh the while, Nor wake for them that sleep, Nor sigh for them that smile. So pow'rful is the beauty That Love doth now behold, As love is turn'd to duty That's neither blind nor bold. Thus beauty shows her might To be of double kind, In giving Love his sight And striking Folly blind.