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Nurumaiel · 05-12-2004, 02:09 PM

An eager voice spoke up from the door to the room. "Miss Aylwen, if you would but let me go to see Hearpwine this day I would not care to work more than my share when I return." It was Mae speaking, looking lovely in the early morning light. She was clad in a gown of darkest green, and her hair fell loose over her shoulders. There was a rosy color in her cheeks and her eyes sparkled with hope. Gazing upon her in admiration Liornung could not help but think how much the girl looked like her mother... in truth they were nearly exactly alike.

"I would regret sorely depriving you of this day which will not come upon us again," said Aylwen, "but before I give any definite answer I think it would be wiser to see what work needs to be done and who we have who might do it, save yourself."

"Meanwhile I will sit in patience
and refrain from growing over-anxious
until the sun melts morning dew.
My love, I long to go with you!"

Liornung glanced up and smiled. "An old tune I learned when I was just a boy," he said. "I am indeed astonished I still remember the words! I am such a fortunate young man, nothing keeping me back from seeing Hearpwine sing for the King this day. Others have work to do, yet not I, for I am free as the birds in the sky. That is another old tune, from Gondor I believe, or perhaps not..."

"Uncle, you, as I, will never grow old. How you ramble on about absolutely nothing! It is indeed lovely to hear." Mae crossed the room, and, kissing her uncle's cheek fondly, sat on his knee. "If fate will not let me go I will not weep overmuch if you will but let me sit on your knee at your return as I did when I was but a little girl, and if you will tell me the whole tale." She glanced at Hearpwine. "Or perhaps good Hearpwine will tell the tale and we can listen, though I do not deny it would be best to go myself."

05-12-2004, 02:09 PM	#11
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	An eager voice spoke up from the door to the room. "Miss Aylwen, if you would but let me go to see Hearpwine this day I would not care to work more than my share when I return." It was Mae speaking, looking lovely in the early morning light. She was clad in a gown of darkest green, and her hair fell loose over her shoulders. There was a rosy color in her cheeks and her eyes sparkled with hope. Gazing upon her in admiration Liornung could not help but think how much the girl looked like her mother... in truth they were nearly exactly alike. "I would regret sorely depriving you of this day which will not come upon us again," said Aylwen, "but before I give any definite answer I think it would be wiser to see what work needs to be done and who we have who might do it, save yourself." "Meanwhile I will sit in patience and refrain from growing over-anxious until the sun melts morning dew. My love, I long to go with you!" Liornung glanced up and smiled. "An old tune I learned when I was just a boy," he said. "I am indeed astonished I still remember the words! I am such a fortunate young man, nothing keeping me back from seeing Hearpwine sing for the King this day. Others have work to do, yet not I, for I am free as the birds in the sky. That is another old tune, from Gondor I believe, or perhaps not..." "Uncle, you, as I, will never grow old. How you ramble on about absolutely nothing! It is indeed lovely to hear." Mae crossed the room, and, kissing her uncle's cheek fondly, sat on his knee. "If fate will not let me go I will not weep overmuch if you will but let me sit on your knee at your return as I did when I was but a little girl, and if you will tell me the whole tale." She glanced at Hearpwine. "Or perhaps good Hearpwine will tell the tale and we can listen, though I do not deny it would be best to go myself."