[arelendil]

As before people seemed to not notice Elwen, sitting quietly on her stool. A gentle smile spread across her face. This time it didn't bother her. Her passing friend had taken the sorrow she had felt with him.

The music moments before had reminded her of memories long forgotten, memories of before her fall. When she had been but a simple star maiden, a guide to the spirits tied to Arda. How her heart leaped to think of such times, times when she had played in the heavens and watch the movements of many.

Elwen felt like she should share with the company gathered her favourite song, but there were presents in the pub that were not joyful as she was. the voices of their thoughts echoed in the still air of the pub. Elwen took a deep breath and stood up.

"Though many may like to sit quietly unnoticed in corners, I think it is high time that the company was once more made merry. Too many hide in shadow and slip here and there in dark and gloom. Come my friends will you not dance and sing at least for a while?"

Elwen looked around the crowded room but caught no one's eye. Elwen laughed softly, like the light of a clouded moon it seem, brilliant but hidden from total view. Her light grew about her, shining and shimmering.

"Well then if no one else will, I shall have to take the honour to myself!" Elwen moved, quick and silent to the centre of the room.

Dance all ye joyful, now dance altogether
The wind's in the treetops, the wind's in the heather.
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower
And bright of the windows of night in her tower

Sing all ye joyful, now sing altogether
Soft is the grass and let foot be like feather
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting
Merry is May time and merry are meeting.

Elwen gave a little bow but didn't step away instead she reveiled a small silver flute. Delicate and slender, with the marks of vines and leaves twirling slowly around it.

"Though the master of this instrument is gone he taught me well and though my skill will never be as his I will play for the memories bring me joy."

Elwen ran delicate fingers down the flute. Gently setting the flute to her mouth Elwen began to play. Her favourite piece the first she had ever heard played upon this instrument. Like long ago the music twisted and twirled, like smoke it intangled the heart and mind, leaving no space unfilled.

The music worked on Elwen too. Her delicate elven feet began to move, the steps taught to her by Nostawen, the fair maiden that Elwen had met in Mirkwood. The steps were quick and nimble even for the feet work of elven songs. The Joy filled Elwen's heart, the joy increase the light that surrounded Elwen. Now she could no longer hide for her light shone forth with all the glory of the heavens. It burned white with edges of pale blue, a gentle star maiden upon the earth.