Morwyn smiled despite herself. Nahai could have chosen no better comparison for a woman of Rohan. "Like falling off a horse, eh?" she asked her friend wryly, picking up the flute once more and arranging her fingers painstakingly over the holes.
Morwyn didn't remember the first time she fell off a horse, she suspected her pony had likely thrown her a few times in her childhoood, but she had been a rather determined young woman, when she learned to train them for war.
The first time she was thrown from one of Alric's stallions she'd landed in a disgruntled heap and her husband had nearly died from worry. 'I'm fine,' she'd told him, through clenched teeth, and without a second thought she remounted. The next day she'd had some sore muscles and a vicious bruise on her backside, but she'd won. Morwyn smiled at the memory. Alric had been so proud, her tall blue eyed husband. She pushed the troubling thought of another fall from horseback from her mind, and glanced up at Nahai.
"I've forgotten the tune." she said. "Will you show me again?" Nahai took the flute and repeated the song slowly, her finger movements exaggerated so Morwyn could see them more clearly.
When Morwyn took the instrument back she was more confident, her fingers finding their places easier. She raised the flute to her lips and played. Still haltingly, but a little clearer, the melody began to come out. Nahai grinned.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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