A/N: No reviews last chapter, but it's been added to Wicked-as-possible's Story Alert list and Favorite Story list! That sounds like success to me 83 Thanks Wicked~! Anywho, for today's entry, we have Knight!Ludwig and Elven!Feli. Enjoy!

Note: The word queer is used in this. I don't mean it as an offensive term for homosexuals, I mean as in 'Odd', 'Strange', 'Unusual', etc. Just thought I'd say that.

Song That Just So Happened to Be Playing: 'Little Talks' – Of Monsters and Men

The music was…interesting. Ludwig doubted that the instruments were human; perhaps some fairies were having another festival? Or, a worse thought, a Nixie was celebrating the capture of a new man. He knew he should stay by the camp and wait for big bruder to come back. But, it seemed like the music was calling to him, trying to lead him.

Before the young knight knew it, he was side stepping lush greenery and ducking under branches, following the mystical sounds. It grew louder and clearer as he drew nearer. The beat was like a mixture of a harsh wind and the ripples of water. The words sung were foreign, but beautiful in their own odd way.

The music was now pulsating in his veins, searing itself into his mind. He was positive that he could remember all of it, even when he returned Home with bruder. He came to a line of tall pines, outlining what Ludwig assumed would be a grassy clearing. There were many in this forest. He huddled close to the trunk, not noticing the sap that stuck itself to his tunic, only focused on the enchanting melody that had drawn his there.

He closed his eyes, losing himself in a trance. The Knight felt as if he was wading in a calm, warm lake, the wind howling above his head, the frogs jumping and croaking in tune. He felt…at peace. For once in his hectic, stressful life…there was peace in mind. His heart. His soul. His bright blue eyes snapped open with renewed vigor. He must know who was putting him under such an incredible spell.

Moving slowly, the blonde peered into the clearing, its grass seeming soft to the touch and large rocks set in a ring. Atop the large rock, he saw it: the most beautiful creature he'd ever lain eyes on. He knew it was Elven, for its ears came to a sharp point and hanging from the lobe was small, dark green gem. Only elves had access to such gems.

It was singing in its native tongue, a smooth and velvety sound that reminded Ludwig of falling snow, rushing water, and a gentle night's rain all wrapped into one. As it played its queer instrument, a wooden box with deerskin stretched over it and strings coming across it leading up to a long pole from which hung a bag filled with jingling beads, its eyes were closed in bliss and a warm smile played on its pale lips.

Ludwig involuntarily took a step forward. And another. And another. Until he was now just coming into the clearing. The Elf soon finished its song and opened its eyes, the soft color of amber. It looked straight at the knight (who was coming out of his daze) and the smile faded. Fear swirled in the gorgeous eyes and it threw down its instrument and hid behind the rock, quivering, hoping the human hadn't seen it.

A now fully conscious Ludwig frowned in concern. Had he scared the Elf? Of course he had! Human's, always jealous of the beautiful fun-loving elves, took whatever chance they could to capture them. They sold Elves as slaves, breaking their spirited ways and sunny dispositions. This Elf had obviously been warned of the danger.

He didn't want to capture the young Elf; he just wanted to hear the music, that incredible melody that completed him. Maybe if he said something…

"I don't wish to harm you," The blonde said slowly, holding his hands up in a show of armistice, "I only came to hear you song; it was very good,"

Very good was an understatement, he knew, but he didn't wish to overload the frightened creature.

"…" The Elf slowly lifed up its head and stared at the knight, confusion bubbling in the amber irises, "You…liked it, ve?"

So it spoke German. That could help quite a lot.

"Yes," Ludwig answered truthfully.

He could see the young Elf searching his eyes, his body, for any signs of a lie. i'A good habit'/i, his knightly side commented. Now, the other stood, hand still rested on the boulder it once sat on. A small smile was stretched across the pale flesh of its face.

"Only my brother has ever complimented it, ve~" it said, "The others in our colony don't like it. It's not as fast as theirs, ve~"

"Your Colony is very odd then," Replied the blonde seriously.

He blushed slightly as the Elf let out a cute giggle.

"Would you like to hear it again, ve~?" Ludwig was taken aback.

"I-If I may," he remembered to reply politely. A Knight must never be rude to that of an Elf.

"Of course you may! Come sit, ve~," The Elf hopped onto the boulder once again and bent down to retrieve his instrument.

Ludwig hurriedly sat on the boulder across from his new companion.

"The song is called, 'Kwellr Tin Mion'" The Elf said suddenly and he tested the strings, "that's Elven for, 'Gray Ocean's Morning' ve~"

"A fitting name,"

"Thank you~" and then the Elf began the song, the familiar sounds surrounding Ludwig once again.

A/N: …Now, if you'll excuse, I'm going to go write the English version of 'Gray Ocean's Morning,'. 'Cause that sounded really cool. In the meantime, please drop a review~