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mark12_30 · 06-02-2003, 07:25 PM

Avery came up beside LinGalad. "Sing something, " she said.

He shot her a smile, very pleased. "In the common tongue?"

"No. Something we've never heard before, if you don't mind."

LinGalad thought a moment, and then very softly began a wistful tune. Mattius, Calentoliel, Endereth and even Radagast joined in, Radagast's voice husky but in-tune, the other elves harmonizing freely.

The song lasted for half an hour, and the men-folk were glassy-eyed when it softly finished. Nobody asked what it was about. Several were yawning, half-dreaming or daydreaming about a maiden who was enchanted by a stream-- or was the stream enchanted by her?-- and her lover who was lost at sea.

"Who was she?" Avery murmured.

The elves waited, and Radagast answered. "Nimrodel. And her lover was Amroth."

They had veered toward the river Isen, and washed their faces and filled their water bottles. Kalir glanced mischeivously at LinGalad, who realised that Kalir was tempted to push him in.

LinGalad unbuckled his sword and set aside his bow, arrows, dagger, and pack, and then said, "Come, Kalir, you will not find it easy."

"We don't have time for this, " groused Radagast.

"They'll have to catch up," smiled Mattius, and they headed toward the forest, leaving Kalir and LinGalad sparring on the riverbank.

LinGalad, looking forward to another swim, only resisted for about five minutes, and Kalir knew he had given up too easily. "You must like to swim. Isn't it terribly cold?"

"Glacial, " LinGalad replied through chattering teeth as he gathered his weapons and pack. "I'm glad our friends have a head start. I'll give you one, also; a hundred paces. Go."

"Arrogant, aren't you?"

"I'm very sorry, I certainly don't mean to offend. Please, pardon me! Perhaps you are swifter than the average man?"

"Oh, stow it, " said Kalir, starting off. LinGalad watched him go and counted a hundred paces, rueing his generosity; he should have given him fifty paces. He did not quite catch Kalir before Kalir joined the others.

Ajada had her notepad out, certain that she had witnessed yet another conspiratory meeting, and wondering what mysterious part the river played in their plot for world domination.

06-02-2003, 07:25 PM	#77
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Avery came up beside LinGalad. "Sing something, " she said. He shot her a smile, very pleased. "In the common tongue?" "No. Something we've never heard before, if you don't mind." LinGalad thought a moment, and then very softly began a wistful tune. Mattius, Calentoliel, Endereth and even Radagast joined in, Radagast's voice husky but in-tune, the other elves harmonizing freely. The song lasted for half an hour, and the men-folk were glassy-eyed when it softly finished. Nobody asked what it was about. Several were yawning, half-dreaming or daydreaming about a maiden who was enchanted by a stream-- or was the stream enchanted by her?-- and her lover who was lost at sea. "Who was she?" Avery murmured. The elves waited, and Radagast answered. "Nimrodel. And her lover was Amroth." They had veered toward the river Isen, and washed their faces and filled their water bottles. Kalir glanced mischeivously at LinGalad, who realised that Kalir was tempted to push him in. LinGalad unbuckled his sword and set aside his bow, arrows, dagger, and pack, and then said, "Come, Kalir, you will not find it easy." "We don't have time for this, " groused Radagast. "They'll have to catch up," smiled Mattius, and they headed toward the forest, leaving Kalir and LinGalad sparring on the riverbank. LinGalad, looking forward to another swim, only resisted for about five minutes, and Kalir knew he had given up too easily. "You must like to swim. Isn't it terribly cold?" "Glacial, " LinGalad replied through chattering teeth as he gathered his weapons and pack. "I'm glad our friends have a head start. I'll give you one, also; a hundred paces. Go." "Arrogant, aren't you?" "I'm very sorry, I certainly don't mean to offend. Please, pardon me! Perhaps you are swifter than the average man?" "Oh, stow it, " said Kalir, starting off. LinGalad watched him go and counted a hundred paces, rueing his generosity; he should have given him fifty paces. He did not quite catch Kalir before Kalir joined the others. Ajada had her notepad out, certain that she had witnessed yet another conspiratory meeting, and wondering what mysterious part the river played in their plot for world domination. __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.