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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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princegreenleaf
2009-03-15 11:34 pm UTC (link)

The elf had had an eventful few days, but he had yet to meet anyone he knew from either Mirage or Middle Earth. It was a little annoying. He enjoyed making new friends, it was always a lot of fun, but he also felt the desire for the company of someone he'd met before. But there was no point in getting worked up about it, he decided. In fact, the better option would be to go out and explore. Not only would he learn the lay of the land, which as a tracker, he knew was important, but he would have a chance to meet people, whether new friends or old.

So, with that decided, he got dressed in his typical brown tunic and green leggings, braided his hair back, and was soon ready to go. He slipped out into the day, which felt colder than usual. Not that it bothered him, he simply added a cloak and barely felt the difference. Elves are very resistent to that sort of thing. In very little time, he was wandering among the tents, peering in and everything.

There was one, however, which was closed. But the flaps didn't seem to be tied shut, and his curiousity took him over. He pulled one of the flaps aside. He could hear music coming from within, and that was something he was just incapable of ignoring. He peered inside, sky blue eyes scanning the entire place before he entered. There was someone else here, of course, but they were playing a large lute. It was a woman, with a long spill of fiery hair down her back...

His first reaction was surprise, but it was quickly followed by delight. A wide smile lit up his face, and he crossed the tent swiftly to kneel by her side. He had to be sure it was her... and soon he was. The fact was very familiar to him. The elven prince bowed his head as he continued to kneel by her side. He would have taken her hand in his, if they hadn't been occupied. "My Lady Bright-Star! You are here as well!"

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