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r (keoughr) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-15 18:13:00

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complete, day three, giselle, legolas greenleaf

Day 3
Who: Giselle and Legolas
What: Gettin' Jiggy Wit' It
When: Afternoon
Where: Music Tent
Warnings: None
Status: Complete

Day three in this new place and still no sign of Legolas. She wasn't sure if she would ever see him again and it broke her heart into little pieces. She was certainly enamored with the elf. He had been very kind to her, had sung with her and had been a good friend. It didn't hurt that he was also a prince, but that paled in comparison to all his other qualities. After leaving Marcus to his own devices the day before, she'd done a bit more exploring and had come upon a large tent with more musical instruments than she had ever seen in her entire life.

She would have gone in that instant and played with some of them if someone else hadn't been in there, and if her stomach hadn't chosen that moment to growl annoyance at being neglected since breakfast. She had promised herself that she would return the following day, and she had kept that promise. She walked toward it swiftly, her eye on the tent. She didn't notice anything else around her, so concentrated on getting there. Her excitement was genuine and she'd hardly slept a wink last night. Well, she'd slept, but it had taken a while to get there.

She pushed aside the flap of the tent and found that she was alone. Free to make all the noise she wished and experiment with any of the instruments available to her. As it whooshed closed behind her, she found that light filtered in only from the spaces between the tent flaps. She lit standalone lamps and clapped, delighted. She sat down behind an instrument propped in a stand and lifted it onto her lap. She thrummed the strings and listened to the sound reverberate around the room. It was a heavenly sound and she couldn't resist adding her own hum to it.

It was a huge instrument, the body of it easily the size of her torso. But the fret on it was short and had about twelve strings on it. She read a sign that called the instrument a lute. It was lightweight and she liked the way it felt. She pulled the back of it against her chest the way she had seen guitar players hold their instruments and slung her arm over the body of it. She strummed, trying to pick out notes she could sing along with. She found that moving her fingers over different strings and then strumming all of them made different sounds. She couldn't help but giggle every time she struck a new chord. She was so enthralled with her playing that she didn't even notice when the tent flap moved and someone stepped inside.

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keoughr
2009-04-01 08:25 am UTC (link)

Giselle was also pleased with the sound they made, and when the song was finished and the harp had been set aside, she followed suit and set the lute back on its stand. She smiled at the elf and folded her hands in her lap. "That was wonderful, wasn't it?" She had her mind made up that she would return to this tent at least every other day, if not more, to practice more with the lute and try out some of the other interesting instruments. She loved music and it had always dismayed her that she wasn't more adept with instruments.

She smiled at his compliment and ducked her head. "Thank you, as are you." He seemed very at ease with the harp and she was mildly jealous that he'd been given so much time with which to practice his musical prowess. Hundreds of years compared to her short stint in the world didn't seem fair in a way. Especially when it translated into experience with more musical instruments, dances and songs than she could ever imagine.

With the lighting inside the tent she hadn't even noticed the waning light outside. She followed his glance and noticed that it was more grey and dim than it had been when she'd entered the tent earlier. "Oh, my. It is late." She smiled, and found that she was pleased that her time had been spent, not only in song and music, but with Legolas by her side. She had to laugh lightly when he asked if she would join him for dinner, however. As if he had to ask. "Of course, I would love to join you."

The night before she'd dined with Marcus after showing him around a bit. Then, she hadn't known Legolas was already in the City. She hoped that Tonks would wind up here, if only for Marcus' sake. She really didn't want to wish anyone here, but the ranger had seemed so lost and unhappy without her. She knew the feeling on a slightly more muted level and didn't wish it on anyone. "There are a few places we could go, I think. There are some food tents and a restaurant inside the center building." She spoke as she walked to the flap in the tent and lifted it to step out.

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princegreenleaf
2009-04-02 12:46 am UTC (link)

There were so many intruments here that were unlike anything the elven prince had ever seen before. He looked around one more time, and privatly, came to the same conclusion that she had. This would be a place that he would return, and quite often. Many of the instruments seemed to be variations on the ones he had played or seen played. It was enough for any lover of music, especially with the others that were like nothing he'd ever seen before.

"It is." He nodded slightly, and then smiled. "It seems that each time we meet, there is song and music." Which wasn't as odd to him as it might be to some people. But he'd seen enough of human culture to realize that this was unusual for most humans, and he was pleased to have found the exception. Giselle continued to interest him, in a vague sort of way. She was full of life, which was something he found compelling. But though he was quick to make friends, he was not as ready to decide fully about people at first. Humans, especially kept him on guard a bit.

But, of course, none of this showed. And he was remarkably glad to see her. She was a familiar face, and a lovely one. And her outlook was so much better than any of the humans he'd met. So he was more than willing to dine with her. With a bow, he held aside the flap of the tent so that she could pass by him, and out into the larger world of the Faire.

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