Disclaimer: I do not own Les Mis. Nor its characters. Nor Aaron Tveit. Eh.

A/N: I have to thank all those wonderful people who encouraged me to start writing again, especially AnneMarie24601. THANK YOU for all the help, encouragement and proof reading! Also, wordaddiction, thank you so much for believing in me from the very beginning! Really guys, you're the best!

P.S. A piece played by Enjolras is Chopin's Nocturne in E flat Major, but the title is inspired by Mendelssohn and his Songs Without Words:)


1. A Song Without Words


It was raining heavily when she first heard it.

Music.

It warmed up her soaked body and soul, notes wrapping around her like a warm breeze. When she shivered, it was not because of the rain…

And there he was. A vision of an angel bent over the piano, fingers flying over the keys with a fierce passion radiating from his whole body. She locked her eyes on his face, absorbing every little detail of it…the way his eyes closed in delight at the sound his fingers produced, the faint smile that lay on his lips, softening his face, the masterpiece marble statue…And suddenly, the magic was gone and the world started turning again.

But the feeling stayed. A trembling feeling she felt while drowning in his deep blue eyes, and a melody that healed her heart, broken so many times.


Two months later

She was always there, sitting in the corner behind Marius. They became friends after he asked her to deliver some letters to his beloved one. At first, no one noticed her shadowy presence, but as the time went by, the Les Amis had grown fond of her. They named her Marius' Shadow, or simply, Shadow. And they thought she is a boy.

Well, they should not be blamed for that. She was indeed dressed as one, with her long hair captured beneath a cap, oversized like the rest of her clothes, and her face always messy, hiding her beauty from the eyes of the world. Even her voice was husky and dark. It was safer to be a boy in these times… and she could be closer to him. Yeah, maybe, if she was dressed up like a girl, you would think that the boy she has interested in was Marius, everyone would. And they would all be wrong.

The subject of her affection was standing on a table, blond curls falling in his eyes as he talked about freedom and equality. Words rolling from his lips like pearls, compelling every person in the room, making them stare in awe and waking a revolution inside of their hearts.

'We shall build our barricade in the heart of the city we claim as our own! Our Patria needs us! Can you hear its cries? Are you ready to fight for your beliefs and hopes? Are you ready to die so your dreams will live?'

In an instant, café Musain was filled with shouts of approval, and Enjolras jumped from the table he was standing on. The formal part of the meeting ended, so he joined his friends for a drink. Well, at least technically. His version of 'joining for a drink' was to read a book near the window where Grantaire was, just to make sure the drunkard wouldn't fall through.

'Great speech, Marble, great speech', Grantaire mumbles, half asleep with a bottle filled with transparent liquid in his hand.

'Of course it was. Especially since you have no idea what was it about', Enjolras replied, glaring at the man and ignoring the nickname.

'Ha! I knew you would say that! That's why I asked Shadow to tell me everything about it', Grantaire looked so proud of himself that Enjolras almost felt sorry for ruining his moment of joy. Almost.

'And while you were listening to him, he managed to change your bottle of wine with a bottle of water. Again', Enjolras smirked at the man, thanking Shadow in his head. That boy was still the only one that could deceive Grantaire and stop him from drinking.

'Arrrrrgh, not again! How the hell does he do that?!'

'Maybe you should consider running away, Shady, Grant looks rather angry', Combeferre chuckled. 'Why, it's not like he's able to run after me', Eponine smirked, and everyone at the café burst into laughter.

'Oh you little…', Grantaire gritted his teeth at Eponine. But she wasn't looking at him. Enjolras also smiled, and although it disappeared almost immediately, he seemed to relax a little. Her job here was done.

She wasn't the only one to notice a smile dancing in the corner of his lips. 'This little guy is amazing', Courfeyrac whispered to Joly. 'Look, Enjolras actually smiled!'

'Well, I'm off, y'know, running for my life', Eponine winked at Grantaire, stole one last glance of Enjolras and ran out of the café, humming the same melody she heard two months ago.

Her song without words.