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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 10, 2003 8:08:30 GMT
*The prince's senses tingled, prickling incessantly in his mind. Climbing silently down to the bank, he keeps his eyes and ears open for anything. He was susprised that Luthien had avoided his sight for this long; he was impressed. Crouching down by the water, he lets his fingers break the flowing surface out of a habit of reverence to the water's spirit. Straightening slowly, he gazes out at the trees on the other side, wondering if she could have possibly crossed the water already.*
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Post by Luthien on Dec 10, 2003 8:23:48 GMT
*Luthien crept up behind Legolas, walking silently on tiptoe as she made her way towards him. As she watched him crouched at the waters edge the mischievious notion of pushing him in came to mind, but her plans were dashed as he drew himself up to full height again. She crept closer holding her breath, amazed he had not sensed her yet. When he was within reach she prodded him sharply in the ribs.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 10, 2003 8:28:05 GMT
*Snatching her hand before she could recoil, Legolas looks over at Luthien and grins.*
Almost, m'lady, but not quite.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 10, 2003 8:51:44 GMT
*Luthien shrieked in surprise as he grabbed her. Her inital shock giving way to laughter.*
I was begining to think your senses were failing you Legolas. I'm glad you proved me wrong.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 10, 2003 9:59:06 GMT
*The prince laughs along with her, loosening his grip and instead holding her hand gently in his.*
I must admit you did manage to impress me with your skills. You could have felled me if that had been your wish. I am glad you are no enemy of mine, Luthien.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 10, 2003 22:33:16 GMT
I have no wish to fell anyone. I was merely playing with you.
*Her soft laughter faded to a teasing smile as she stepped backwards slipping her hand out of his and moving to the waters edge. The newly risen moon reflected in the water, broken by the ripples.*
Do you have any other songs of your people? I would love to hear another..
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 11, 2003 3:49:22 GMT
*Legolas thinks for a moment, wondering what would be a good song to sing, given all they've shared this evening. He decides on one called "Tuile" about the beautiful spring.
His voice is gentle, but deep and resonant; it almost seems as though the wind has stopped blowing to listen to the elven prince sing...*
Ma cenilye Anar acala
Ma hlarilye filit alire
íre tuile tule ara le?
Anar lauca, haire filit-ómar
Laica salque arwa venya holmeo
Fanyar luini hellesse, en!
Vanye, vanye lóti linquilie
Ma cenilye alda atyulta
Ma hlarilye súre asúya
íre i vinya lúme sinome sí?
Heldasse aldaron vanwa, súre mi olwar
Queni mótar titte latinassen
Helca ar lauca vilya, rossi, rossi
Caline auri, elene lómi tulir
Ma cenilye hína atyale
Ma hlarilye hína alala
Ar ma amorta órelya?
Híni mallessen, vendi, seldor
Celvar, olvar, atani nostar, ela!
Linte rámar, vanye lossi, calime hendi
Vanima, vanima, vanima, vanima
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Post by Luthien on Dec 11, 2003 20:22:51 GMT
*Luthien closed her eyes as she listened. The warm, gentle tones of the princes voice, accompanied by the muted babblings of the stream, lulled her in to a dreamlike state. She hugged her knees to her chest as she often did when listening to songs and stories around the fires at night.
When the song ended she slowly opened her eyes and came back to her senses.*
A song of hope. That was quite beautiful Legolas.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 11, 2003 20:40:48 GMT
*A tone of pink creeps onto his cheeks; even after years of receiving compliments for his songs, he still could not get used to such praise. The prince sits next to Luthien, his eyes on the travelling stream.*
Thank you, my lady. I must say however that I am now quite eager to hear a song of your own.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 11, 2003 20:59:33 GMT
*Luthien smiled coyly at Legolas. His bashfulness suddenly catching. She ran a hand through her hair, tucking a strand absently behind her ear as she thought of an appropriate song.*
Well...as we're on the subject of spring..
*She took a breath and began to sing. her voice carrying clearly on the night air.*
Tuil gliiir mi iethir ef isell.
Tuil gliiir mi iloth mi hen lhowk,
Tuil gliiir mi ind ef imord,
Rinbar ana hon dineth.
Tuil gliiir mi iglawar ef iaur,
Tuil gliiir mi ianor ef idana,
Tuil gliiir mi imiidh telme fladwen,
Rinigalad ana idai
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