A/N: I didn't really expect a response, but thank you Lyn! This story is now for you, seeing as your the only one who's reading it!
This chapter was written to Lily's theme from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. Go and check it out; it's a beautiful piece of music.
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As usual; the translations are at the bottom with any other important notes.
Last but not least; I don't own Notre Dame de Paris.
Chapter Two: L'émeute
"What did you say after that?" Luna asks when her brother stops talking.
"I looked at you, and I said: "I know."" Gringoire gives Luna a smile as he straightens up; trying to rid himself of the serious tone in he felt himself in.
"Is that when you took me in?" Luna asks and the Bard nods.
"Yes, that was all it took. Music is a window to the heart, you understood that even if you were young. I knew that you were like me and one doesn't let one of their own kind slip through their fingers so easily." Gringoire wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug; making her smile and sigh.
"I'll never let you go." She replied, making the man laugh.
"I have no reason to believe that you would." He replies. At that moment, a gurgling is heard from Luna's stomach. She blushes, ever the lady, and attempts to hide it but this only makes her brother laugh louder.
"Some one is hungry." He says and Luna makes a face at him.
"What a scholarly observation, brother, but I am not the only one." It is her turn to laugh when he glares at her and then nods.
"You are right, Luna. I think it's time we left." He says and her face falls.
"Will we return?" She asks and he nods, making her smile reappear. "Alright, where shall we go for supper?" She asks but her brother does not reply right away.
"I am afraid, my dear, that our pockets are empty." Gringoire confesses, but Luna merely shrugs and seems unphased by their current financial situation.
"Then, brother, we shall have to sing for our supper." She stands and claps to get the attention of the small crowd. "Attention, attention!" She shouts and turns to glare at her brother when she hears him laughing when no one heeds her call.
"You are terrible at this, Luna." He tells her and she rolls her eyes.
"Must I remind you of the time no one paid any attention to your play?" She says with a smirk and his smile fades. He coughs to diffuse the tension and then stands as well.
"You swore you wouldn't speak of that again." He says in a hushed tone and Luna shrugged.
"Oaths mean nothing when feelings are bruised." She reminds him with a wink and then returns to her mission to claim the attention of the crowd.
Pierre silently laughs at her efforts and when he grows tired of that, he raises his hand to his lips, producing a sharp, loud whistle that echoes throughout the square. Everyone stops their daily lives and turns towards him.
"Very well then, brother." Luna says, pressing her lips into a thin line. "You have their attention, sing your song so that o don't go hungry!" she says with a biting tone and poor Gringoire can't help it; he flinches just a bit.
"Don't be upset, they will notice you one day." he tries to comfort her but she shakes it off.
"Bien sûr ." she says coldly, going to sit back down.
"Madams and Monsieurs, I am here only to entertain. Listen to my song and remember." Luna smiles as she watches her brother cast a spell over the crowd and closes her eyes as he begins to sing the song she loved most of all.
When he is finished the song that she sang for him nearly fifteen years ago, Luna claps along with the rest if the crowd.
Their money box is full enough to get something to eat, but before Luna can leave the square to find food, she notices something.
Standing in the shadows are dozens of sans abris, and les sans papiers. She knows to be wary of them, and they usually leave her alone, but at that moment, they began to walk out of the darkness and towards Notre Dame.
Lina jumps when someone grabs her hand but relaxes when she sees that it is only Gringoire.
"We must go, Luna." there is fear in his eyes and urgency in his voice. Despite this, Luna is curious.
"Why, Pierre?" She asks and he shakes his head.
"It is an émeute, a riot." He replies and Luna's eyes go wide with fear as well.
"Why?" she asks quietly, watching as the street scum approach Notre Dame.
"The Archdeacon, Claude Frollo, the one who succeeded the title from Phillip refuses to grant them asylum. He leaves them to die." Luna shudders at the mention of the new Archdeacon. She did not like him, he had cold eyes and a cruel smile when he watched someone being tortured at Le Place de Grève.
"May we watch, brother?" she asks when she hears an angry melody begin to play from the masses.
"It is dangerous." Gringoire warns her and she nods, leading him towards the side if one of the cottages in the square. She scales the side of the home with ease and sits on the thatched roof to get a better view, she encourages her brother to follow.
"That is why I want to watch." she replies. She goes quiet as they begin to sing.
"Nous sommes des étrangers
Les sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Oh! Notre-Dame
Et nous te demandons
Asile! Asile!
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Oh! Notre-Dame
Et nous te demandons
Asile! Asile!
Nous sommes plus de mille
Aux portes de la ville
Et bientôt nous serons
Dix mille et puis cent mille
Nous serons des millions
Qui te demanderons
Asile!
Asile!
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Oh! Notre-Dame
Et nous te demandons
Asile! Asile!
Nous sommes des va-nu-pieds
Aux portes de la ville
Et la ville est dans l'île
Dans l'île de la Cité
Le monde va changer
Et va se mélanger
Et nous irons jouer
Dans l'île
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Des sans-papiers
Sans domicile
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Oh! Notre-Dame
Et nous te demandons
Asile! Asile!
Nous sommes
Des étrangers
Des sans-papiers
Des hommes
Et des femmes
Sans domicile
Oh! Notre-Dame
Et nous te demandons
Asile! Asile! Asile! Asile!"
Luna clings to her adopted brother tightly as she watches the scene in front of her. The music is so angry, so desperate, it breaks her heart.
"Why won't he just let them in?" she asks Pierre in a small voice and he shrugs, squeezing her hand in a comforting way.
"Frollo wants Notre Dame to remain pure, but he is the one who is tainting her." he says in a hushed voice.
Poor Luna gasps when the before mentioned Archdeacon appears on the balcony, surveying the hoards of homeless people beating down the cathedrals' door.
"Sir Phoebus de Châteaupers, Captain of the King's archers, I order you to chase away these illegals!" the dark figure barks in a commanding tone that makes Luna shudder.
She spots a young, handsome man with long, blonde hair in shining silver armor nod.
"At your service, Archdeacon. In the name of God, I will chase from your view these vagrants, these vagabonds!" Luna is disgusted by his words, but she can not deny how attractive he is, how handsome he appears.
"Luna, cease your shameful staring. That man is a monster, he deserves none of the blessings that have been bestowed upon him." Gringoire snaps and Luna nods.
Her mouth falls open when she sees the beautiful man mount his horse and ride towards the poor homeless at top speed. They scatter to avoid the charging animal and its cruel rider and scurry back to their safe, local shadows.
"Now we leave." Gringoire says as he watches Phoebus grab hold of a gypsy girl's wrist.
The tanned, brunette woman looks to Luna and gives her a pleading look as the captain of the guard throws her to the ground. The woman is the most beautiful that either of them have ever seen and when Luna steps forward to help her, Gringoire puts a hand on her shoulder, holding her back.
"But...but..." Luna stutters to her either who shakes his head.
"I cannot risk my Luna being harmed. Come away now, the girl will be fine, I promise you." He says but Luna still glares daggers at him while she whispers an apology to the woman.
"I do not wish to speak to you!" Luna exclaims when the two are at a safe distance from the square.
"Luna" Gringoire says with a warning in his voice.
"No!" she exclaims, cutting him off. "That poor woman, he could have hurt her, he could have defiled her before Notre Dame and that disgusting vulture claiming to be a servant of the Lord and you would have just let it happen!" Luna is seething, her brother has never seen her so angry.
"My Luna, I cannot loose you." Gringoire says in a low voice.
"Why?" Luna asks. "Because I am your muse? How selfish!" Pierre shakes his head, grabbing her wrists and forcing her to face him.
"I cannot loose you because I love you. You are my sister, my companion, and my inspiration." Luna doesn't fight him as he leads her to an inn.
Gringoire pays for their supper with what little money they have and the two eat in silence until Luna strums up the conversation again.
"Where will we sleep?" she asks, knowing that they have run out of money.
"I do not know." he replies.
"I will not sleep at La Val D'amour again." Luna says with anger in her eyes and it is Gringoire's turn to glare.
"It is there or the street, Luna." he says gruffly and his sister makes a noise of annoyance.
"I will gladly claim the street as my bed rather than that foul place of sin." Luna spat. "You enjoy your time there, don't you brother? Taking what you wish from those poor girls." Her tone is murderous and her eyes narrow as he sighs.
"You were listening in." It is not a question, it is a statement.
"It hurts that you would take me to such a place." Luna says in a sad voice, making her brother sigh.
"My Luna," he begins, taking her hand. "I promise you that one day I will be rich enough to buy you a castle that is too big, and I'll furnish it with things you'll never need but have always wanted." Luna smiles lightly and nods.
"Do we still have to sleep at the Cabaret?" She asks and Gringoire shakes his head.
"No, we do not, Luna." This makes her smile brightly and lean across the table to hug him.
"Tomorrow is La Fète de Fous, brother. Things will be better than." She tells him and he nods in agreement.
"Things are always better with a celebration."
Footnotes:
Translation:
L'émeute- The riot
Bien sûr- Of course
Madams- Mrs
Monsieurs- Sir
Sans abris- Homeless
Les sans papiers- Undocumented (In the 15th century, it meant to be without passports)
Locations:
Le Place de Grève- A popular and public spot for torture and execution
Le Val D'amour- The fictional brothel that exists in the Notre Dame de Paris Musical
La Fète de Fous- A real and widespread celebration from the fifth to the sixteenth century in which a mockery was made of people of upper class by crowning the ugliest man the Pope of Fools.
The song used is Les Sans Papiers.
A/N: Yay! The musical has officially begun! I will add in my own things though, no worries. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter and will please review!