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Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne
I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands
(Song of the Bohemienne, english version of the musical Notre Dame de Paris)
King Elessar, ruler of Gondor, smiled when he looked up from the papers he was reading. A clear elvish song floated through the open window and sparkled in the small, but cosy room that Eowyn had pointed hem. He already stayed in Rohan for two weeks, and when the trade negotations would prove to be lucrative, he could be back in Minas Tirith next week. Just in time to see the arrival of the Nymphs, the elven folk that had been called after the legendary creatures who roamed Arda, invisible, safe for the flowers and the smell of spring that they brought with them. Like those fairies, the Nymphs also wandered across Middle-Earth, now visiting the Golden Wood, then crossing the desert of the Haradrim or camping outside the walls of Edoras. And next week they would set up their colourful tents at the fields of Pelennor.
A new, joyous song was raised from outside. Legolas had been singing all day long, tempting his friend to leave those musty trade reports and to spend some time riding together. The elf was extremely excited nowadays. No wonder, actually. His mother had been one of Nymphs, and before she sailed, she had often taken Legolas with her to roam with her people, in happier times, before the shadows had fallen over this world. After the resurrection of evil however, the Nymphes had disappeared, only to turn up again with the destruction of Sauron. And now they were visiting the White City.
An extremely loud tone made Aragorn grimace. It wasn't very probable Legolas would rend him some rest before he had given in to his wishes. With an amused-annoyed expression, he shouted to the invisible voice.
"Alright, you stubborn wood-elf, you win! Just give me some time to change clothes." The song stopped abrupt and made place for a bright laughter. "I'll make the horses ready!"
A few minutes later –thanks to the many incitements of Legolas- two powerful steeds of the Rohirrim were trotting through the vast Fangorn Forest. Aragorn sat on a simple, comfortable saddle, while Legolas rode only with a blanket, and silvery bells that were clinging merrily. Aragorn sighed contently.
"You were right my friend. It feels unbelievably good to be away form those dull councillors for a moment. They may know all the tricks of the trade, but they do not see anything besides it. For them, the world only contains numbers and percentages. They can not see the beauty."
"Few mortals do, Aragorn." Puzzled, the king turned to his friend.
"What do you mean?" Legolas glanced a short moment at his face, gauging. When he spoke, he sounded thoughtful.
"Every time ambassadors of Dal visited the court of my father, I wondered why they complained so much. When it rained, they cursed the tears from heaven. When the sun shined, they jerked back from her golden caress, because sometimes, she doesn't know her strength. They hated the snow and swear against the wind. And every time the Winter Queen visits these lands, they hide in their dusty cottages. As if they can appreciate nothing that Iluvatar gifts them. Most of the splendour Arda holds, seems to be hidden, lost for them." His words trailed off. Aragorn thought of his own people, back in Minas Tirith, and he had to admit that he couldn't deny the truth of Legolas words. Silently, they rode on.
But the folly, elvish character that swims in Legolas' blood can not be silenced long.
So it was that, as they had come by a glinstering pool Aragorn hardly had the time to take in the swift movements besides him, before he was drawn from his horses and lanced into the cool water. White bubbles raised besides him and stroked his skin, and for a moment, the world was quiet, safe for a foaming noise. Then he broke again through the surface and spitted a mouthful water back in the pool, glaring angrily at the elf, who was laughing so hard that he almost fell in the pool too.
"I didn't know you liked Ulmos fairies so much that you wanted to accompany them, Estel!" he finally managed to utter, just seconds before Aragorn drawned him next to him and pushed him down. Sputtering, he re-entered the world of air. He only laughed louder. Aragorn groaned.
"Really, Legolas, I do not know what had gotten into you, but you're extremely annoying these days!"
"Sîdh, gwador nin (Peace my brother). Please allow me to express my joy. In a few days, I will meet my family again, that has been long lost. Already I can hear their blood calling for me. It will be a mighty reunion, mellon nin (my friend)!"
"Off course you may be excited, but do you really have to express your joy by pushing me into the water?"
"Is there a better way then? You look so funny when you're unexpectedly wet."
Giggling, he managed to escape Aragorns flailing arms and crawled to the sides of the pool.
A few hours later, they were drying in the warmth of the setting sun.
"You have to accompany me to the feast, Estel. It will be a remarkable evening."
