A soft, sweet voice met his ears and Ash turned his head to look at the woman who was approaching. He smiled, listening to her song and knew that she was like Legolas whom the god had befriended.
A small smile pulled up the corners of his lips as her song faded and he shook his head at her. “Do not be sorry, your song was beautiful and the intrusion is very welcome. Besides, solitude isn’t always a good thing.” He stood, feeling the need to do such and bent slightly at the waist in a bow. “I am Acheron Parthenopaeus, but if you wish you may call me Ash.” He straightened himself, offering her another smile. “I know Legolas, and consider him a friend.”