(congrads on being a Vala! I think when you reach 1k posts your a vala!)


Drake nearly jumped out of his skin when the princess spoke, he forgot that the princess was there. He mumbled to himself,"why did dragons always take the princesses? there so... emotional." He got up and started walking away, and said over his shoulder, "I took care of you' 'orse for ya'..."

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(thanks!! I guess so........idl, but it's exciting for me!!! lol )

Ithil glanced over her shoulder at Drake. "Thanks," she mumbled, before turning back around. She sat there for a few minutes. Suddenly, she quietly started to sing. (She thinks Drake has left.........but I think we should say he's still here......but it doesn't matter to me.....) Her Mother had always sang this song to her when she was young.

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

(song from FotR, p.363. Lady Galadriel sings it. )

Ithil's voice was fair & beautiful, as she held out the last note, sea. Her voice slowly faded, & silence returned to the garden once more.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

Drake just stood there, listening to the words, halfway through he mouthed the words. At the end, he looked to the ground and thought 'thats what my dragon mother sang to me, oh, well. I must be going... I need to...' he cut off, shook his head, and walked away. Not aware that his footsteps echoed around the garden...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Ithil whipped around at the sound of Drake's feet. Her eyes were wide with both shock & fear. "I....I thought you'd left," she said quietly.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

He was nearly out now, "I'm leaving yo' HIGHNESS..."

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Ithil sat there a second. Her eyes met his, & she held his gaze for a second, before sighing and turning away. "This was my Mother's garden," she said quietly. "She used to bring me here & sing that song to me whenever I was sad." she sighed. "Now she's gone. My father misses her so much, that he suffocates me to make sure that nothing happens to me. I didn't mean to be so...." her voice trailed off. She shook her head. "i'm just tiered of it." She was looking down at the grass, now. She closed her eyes, & one single tear slipped down her cheek.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

drake looked back away. "my dra... my mother sang in to me too..."

(no one here knows he was raised by dragons yet!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(OK!!! )
Ithil looked up. "Really?" she asked. She smiled to herself. "it really is a beautiful song......" her voice trailed off. her cheeks suddenly became flushed with embarassment. She realized she had been rambling on & crying in front of him. She quickly got up, & pretended to pull her hair behind her ear to hide her face, as she walked by Drake. "um....Where's Red? You didn't leave him did you? Maybe we should find him. Ya," she said, nodding to herself, "let's go find him." With that, she hurried off.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

Drake shook his head, "woman" he murmered...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(Drake's a he.................right?)

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

(blond moment!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(lol. just making sure............hehe Hey, i gtg. sis wants the comp. *rolls eyes annoyingly* lol 8) ttyl )

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

yay i'm back! i was soo busy becuZ i have to prepare this speech that i'm presenting this week! YIKES!!!!!
Red just sat down in the forest and just kinda hung out... then he swiftly hopped on Sinclaire and rode after Ithil and Drake... this protecting business was going to be harder than he thought suddenly a winged creature stood between him and the path he whipped out his sword in one movement and examined the creature...

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drake had made his way back to the wood. When he cought site of Red, a winged thing swooped down. Drake unshethed his sword, prepared to battle...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Red was in deep combat with the winged thing when he saw Drake.. blood was running down red's arm the winged thing heard drake approach so Red catching the winged thing off guard lunged painfully and with a swift deadly swipe whipped off the head of the thing... Red fell to his knees and panted..

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Ithil looked from Red to Drake back to Red, and then back to Drake.
"Maybe I should start carrying a sword," was all she said. (she's really good w/ a sword & bow & arrows, she just never carried them b/c she didn't need them.)

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."