Hmm...
Oh well...
At any rate I'd started to visualize 'Elven Harper' as a story, and simply had to write it out. It's based in the fairy-tale lands of 500 Kingdoms, but... eh... it could have easily been based anywhere else.
Anyway... If you've managed to get past this blathering in hopes of getting to the story... I'd thought I'd just delay you with the lyrics, so you can get an idea of it (assuming you haven't been listening to the song like I have).
By the way, I disclaim all ownership to the idea 'Elven Harper'. It's Misty's. Sotry's based on that, so I don't own that either. It seems. Hmm..
Cheers
Elven Harper
This story is told from the shores to the hills
Oh have you heard the elven harper
Now the plainest of plain can be beautiful still
Oh the elven harper with eyes of frost
The Duke's second daughter was ravishing fair,
Bright blue was her eyes and bright gold was her hair
The Duke's youngest daughter had eyes like the sky
Her hair of soft midnight made courtiers sigh
But the Duke's eldest daughter a spinster called Jane
Brown hair and brown eyes was decidedly plain
And nobody knew nor would care if were told
That plain little Jane had a voice of pure gold
And the elven harper would sit on his hill
Oh have you heard the elven harper
And listen for hours to Jane's lovely trill
Oh the elven harper with eyes of frost
No suitor she had, not a soul sought her hand
Though she must wed first by the law of the land
Her two cruel sisters impatient to wed
Would heap bitter scorn on their plain sister's head
One cold night they followed her straight to her room,
And said 'how we wish you were dead in your tomb'
So Jane fled in tears to the snow and the storm
With only her nightgown to keep herself warm
And as the last song wailed into the night
Oh have you heard the elven harper
The dear harper elf took heed of her plight
Oh the elven harper with eyes of frost
He sent out a troop of his own elven guards
To search all the woods though the storm pressed them hard
They brought her before him as frozen as stone
But with kisses he warmed her and made her his own
Now Jane disappeared in the storm it is said
And both the Duke's daughters are certain she's dead
But if you should chance near the wild elven hill
You'll find that the elf folk are dancing there still
And the music the dance to is sung and is played
Oh have you heard the elven harper
By the blind harper elf and his dear mortal maid
Oh the elven harper with eyes of frost.
On to the story...