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Child of the 7th Age · 08-07-2002, 10:08 AM

Child looked back on the events of the evening. She remembered seeing Idril lift up her silver harp and begin to play gentle notes, singing a mournful tune about the yearning of an Elf for the shores of Valinor. Her husband Tuor sat nearby listening to the lay. In his eyes, there was sorrow.

Like Rose, Child would preserve this memory in her mind, its beauty made even more poignant with the secret knowledge it would soon pass away. Pio had looked so peaceful, so comfortable sitting with her mother and the sleepy child. And she could picture Rose spinning about in the candlelight, dancing with the joy of a young maid and hobbit. Mithadan had appeared regal and resplendent in his black velvet gown, a figure in some ways similar to Maeglin, and yet so very different. She recalled too her good friend Bird, perched alone on top of a chair back. Few at the table knew her secret, seeing only a companion beast. And finally there was Angara, the absent dragon who waited outside the ridge of the city, remembering Morgoth's torture of his kin and hoping to fly at least some to safety. Child would not forget Angara, nor the magic of this night.

Her reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. Answering it, she looked into the face of Lindo. "Lady, I ask your pardon, but I must speak with you briefly." he said.

Child was surprised at this visit, since the hobbit had seemed so aloof the last time they had met.

He softly replied, "I wanted to say I was sorry for my behavior earlier today. I did not believe your goodness, or your tale. But I was wrong. Wherever you come from, you are welcome here. Maura mentioned that you might need some assistance getting your belongings over to his house. Let me help you."

Child looked at him and smiled, "Yes, thank you. Could we meet at sunrise outside the stables? It would be helpful if we could use the ponies again, although I have few belongings."

He nodded, "I will have the ponies ready. And your daughter?" he asked.

"My daughter? she glanced gently over at Rose who was nestled down asleep under the covers. "I do not believe she will join us."

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Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Child looked back on the events of the evening. She remembered seeing Idril lift up her silver harp and begin to play gentle notes, singing a mournful tune about the yearning of an Elf for the shores of Valinor. Her husband Tuor sat nearby listening to the lay. In his eyes, there was sorrow. Like Rose, Child would preserve this memory in her mind, its beauty made even more poignant with the secret knowledge it would soon pass away. Pio had looked so peaceful, so comfortable sitting with her mother and the sleepy child. And she could picture Rose spinning about in the candlelight, dancing with the joy of a young maid and hobbit. Mithadan had appeared regal and resplendent in his black velvet gown, a figure in some ways similar to Maeglin, and yet so very different. She recalled too her good friend Bird, perched alone on top of a chair back. Few at the table knew her secret, seeing only a companion beast. And finally there was Angara, the absent dragon who waited outside the ridge of the city, remembering Morgoth's torture of his kin and hoping to fly at least some to safety. Child would not forget Angara, nor the magic of this night. Her reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. Answering it, she looked into the face of Lindo. "Lady, I ask your pardon, but I must speak with you briefly." he said. Child was surprised at this visit, since the hobbit had seemed so aloof the last time they had met. He softly replied, "I wanted to say I was sorry for my behavior earlier today. I did not believe your goodness, or your tale. But I was wrong. Wherever you come from, you are welcome here. Maura mentioned that you might need some assistance getting your belongings over to his house. Let me help you." Child looked at him and smiled, "Yes, thank you. Could we meet at sunrise outside the stables? It would be helpful if we could use the ponies again, although I have few belongings." He nodded, "I will have the ponies ready. And your daughter?" he asked. "My daughter? she glanced gently over at Rose who was nestled down asleep under the covers. "I do not believe she will join us." [ August 07, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.