April 11: Arwen, anyone else. Who?: Anyone who might be wandering the gardens What?: Arwen celebrates being back to normal. When?: noon Where?: The gardens Rating?: PG Status? In Progress
Two days of feeling nothing, though the second day had been far worse- moments when she could feel everything as she would on any other day, or even when every inch of her skin was alive with the story of every current of air, every spun thread. It had been agonizing. But today, oh, thank the Valar, the day had dawned and she had awoken to feeling again. She had rushed out of doors, her feet bare and her steps lighter than air. She'd been outside since, reveling in the breeze, the sunlight, the clouds... She could scarce wait for the night.
She had come upon a part of the grounds that was a ring of trees surrounding a delicate gazebo and an expanse of lawn. A fountain played in the center, and she spun about, laughing with joy as a few drops of water touched her. There was music in the very air today, she swore it. She hadn't seen Legolas in all these days, but she hadn't been able to find him this morning, and she hoped he too was out in the gardens. Still smiling, she began to sing the tale of Luthien, her voice carrying on the wind- it was a sad tale, but few tales were otherwise.
As she sang, she danced, turning beneath the trees and skies as she told the tale of the lost elf-maid, and her love for Beren. Arwen's steps left no trace on the grass, and her voice did not waver as she moved- it was a matter of long, joyful practice. She stopped moving all at once as a scent and a stirring of the air told her she was no longer alone. The song fell away and she turned to see who it was.