Interlude Eleven submitted 10-24-08.
I AM SO SORRY!! I totally forgot that yesterday was Thursday. Hence the lateness of this interlude. It's really quite short, this time, unfortunately, but I hope you like it nonetheless.
Summary: Follow Legolas as he watches his brother grow, and learns many other lessons along the way. Rated G.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion, or any related characters or works. They belong to Mister J.R.R. Tolkien.
PEACETIME ADVENTURES: AN INTERLUDE COLLECTION.
Book Three in the Iaur Min Series.
By GundamWingFanatic90.
INTERLUDE 11: MUSIC.
Legolas had always loved music. He could hear it in the air, the water, and the trees. He also liked hearing it played on instruments.
He had two favorite musicians: Abriel and Ecthelion. His parents came in close seconds.
However, as much as he liked listening to Abriel and ten-year-old Ecthelion when they played separately, Legolas enjoyed it even more when they played their instruments together. Abriel had been the one to teach Ecthelion to play the flute, but she preferred the drum or ocarina, herself. Ecthelion, on the other hand, had always played the flute, ever since Abriel and her family had given him one for his second birthday. He excelled at it. Put together, they could make even the most stoic elf feel like dancing.
Legolas, on the other hand, had no talent whatsoever with a harp or flute, nor with a guitar or drum. He could not play the lute or violin or ocarina any more than he could walk on water, either.
No, Legolas' talent was in his voice.
Legolas' voice was pure and strong when he sang, and his range was broad. He could hit notes that bordered on bass, and could raise his voice to tones that neared alto. Certainly, he was no Daeron of Doriath or Maglor Fëanorion, but the magic of Legolas' voice could cause the clouds to part and the sun or the stars to appear in the sky.
And when the three of them played and sang together, it seemed as though they could do anything.
When Legolas tries to play an instrument, it sounds like a Ringwraith.
An ocarina is a real instrument, though. I actually am in possession of one, though my siblings would prefer that I did not have it. I can play it alright, it's just rather... loud.
A huge thanks to whomever reviewed interlude ten. These include: Calenlass Greenleaf1, Nessa Ar-Feiniel, and The-Worlds-Naneth. You all are the best! To Nessa: I understand why Ecthelion's comment would strike as odd, but I pictured him eyeing Arwen's dress and thinking that the fabric looked even more constricting than his own robes. Put together with a nine-year-old's vocabulary, and you get what he said.
Next chapter will be posted 10-30-08.
-Fanatic