Long long long chappie for you guys! Or course, a lot of it's poetry, but I think you'll like it. Sorry it's taken so long...I actually think that it's taking longer to post in the summer rather than in the school year...whatever. Hopefully Two Towers'll be up before I start school on the 10th of August! (By the way, what kind of idiot school district starts on the 10th of August! Usually, we start on the 17th or something, but the 10th!)
Reviews;
BlackrosePoison-Orchid: Yeah, as in Schroder, the guy who plays the miniture piano. Those cartoons with snoopy and Charlie Brown.
Just Me: Sure . . . I actually don't know the song, I'll have to get Kelsey to play it for me sometime. . . yeah
Gringle Kirby: No . . . and it only works in Arda, but if you ever get there, know that the power of all spells is in the words. You might figure out what i mean whenever we get to our RotK since . . .well, that would be ruining it.
Gina: Do you mean Sarah? She's crazy. Call me! Nickel is desperate. ( and I want to ask you something i can't ask online.)
Reviewers all get a big hug from the authors and our wonderful editor/typist. In addition, you all get Vilya copies, remember? I told you that last chapter. anyways, have fun reading about our lovely Talent show. (I wrote this)
Disclaimer: All of the characters, places and such belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. The Sonnet belongs to Shakespear and we own Amanda, Nicole, Kelsey and Meagan and nothing else (except for the plot, which is there, we promise. It just hasn't reared it's nasty head yet). Thank you.
The Talent Show
Kelsey's PoV
"First up will be . . ." I scanned the Fellowship, "Gimli and his group—if he managed to find one."
Gimli stood up and, bowing, spoke, "Ladies Amanda and Kelsey, we would love to perform a song, but I need some accompaniment with some woodwind."
"I play the flute!" Meagan announced.
"Mandy, fetch Meagan's flute."
"Why do I—"
"Just do it."
Gimli told Meagan the basic pattern she was to play—the flute seemed to be more for keeping him on beat and on key than anything else. Once Meagan had it down, Gimli sang with Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin.
Upon the hearth a fire is red,
Beneth the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or stading stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tommorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Snad and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
until the stars are all alight.
Then the world behind, and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall Fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!
"Bilbo taught it to us," Frodo explained. "Gimli says that he taught it to the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain on his travels."
"Glorious!" Meagan hollered. "Lovely!"
"Okay." I consulted the Fellowship again. "Boromir."
He stood. "I will be performing a drill exercise that soldiers to in my city." He marched to the area we had been using as a stage, clicked his heels and went off into some sort of "exercise" that looked a bit like my sister's drill team performance, only performed by a burley guy. Odd.
"Glorious!" Meagan hollered as he did some about-face trick. "Lovely!"
We clapped when he finished, and I asked Aragorn what he had prepared.
"If it please everyone here, I would perform the 'Lay of Luthien.' "
"By all means, enlighten us."
"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
"There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
"Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
"He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
"He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle flinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
"When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
"Again she fled, but swift he came,
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
"As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
"Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless."
"Glorious!" Meagan hollered. "Lovely!"
By the end, I was in tears thinking of what Aragorn must be going through right now. "It's okay, Ada," I consoled as I hugged him, though I knew that he wouldn't be happy until this was all over and he was married to Arwen. "Okay, next we have Legolas," I said, trying to break the melancholy mood the camp had seemed to have fallen in.
"I will sing a song I have composed for the Lady Amanda," he announced. Meagan whistled and clapped as Mandy blushed a deep crimson. I elbowed her, smirking, before she elbowed me back, now smiling shyly. Legolas cleared his throat, flushing slightly as well.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all to short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his his gold complexion dimm'd
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or narture's changing course untimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou iw'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wnd'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as elf can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
We sat in silence for a time. Legolas had a good voice, but something about the words sounded a little odd. I couldn't put my finger on it, though, until Mandy said, confused and beaming, "That was beautiful, Legolas.But...well, I think that's one of Shakespeare's sonnets . . . I think."
"Plagiarist!" Meagan yelled.
Legolas looked confused. "I composed it just this morning . . ."
"That is a sonnet by one of the world's most famous playwrights," I confirmed, "and his name is NOT Legolas."
Aragorn stepped in, "Perhaps this is merely coincidence. A sonnet is a poem, but what Legolas just sang was a song. It may be that he was simply given the same words as your playwright."
I couldn't argue against coincidence, but Meagan sure could, "Well, I must say that he did NOT write it!"
"Of all the—" Legolas burst out.
"Shall I compare thee to a bale of hay?" Meagan countered. I grabbed her away from Legolas' throat as Aragorn did the same with Legolas.
"That is enough," Aragorn shouted. "Now, will the ladies please perform?"
"Of course, Aragorn," Mandy told him, much shaken. She moved onto the stage as Meagan picked up the piccolo and began to play.
"May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you.
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true.
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home.
"Mornië utúlië.
Believe and you will find your way.
Mornië alantië.
A promise lives within you now.
"May it be the shadow's call
Will fly away.
May it be your journey on
To light the day.
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun.
"Mornië utúlië.
Believe and you will find your way.
Mornië alantië.
A promise lives within you now.
"A promise lives within you now . . ."
"Wasn't that glorious!" Meagan hollered at the others, who were applauding. "Lovely!"
"So beautiful!" I murmured, actually meaning it. I glanced over at Legolas, not surprised to see him nearly drooling. "Pick your jaw up off of the floor, Legolas. You might hurt yourself." He looked genuinely embarrassed. Mandy stuck out her tongue at me (I pretended not to notice) and proceeded to give her Elf a glowing smile and a hug.
"Kelsey, I believe you are the only one who has not gone yet," Aragorn noted. I pulled a grand piano out of my bag, sat down, nodded to Meagan and started to play.
"When the cold of winter comes,
Starless night will cover day.
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain.
"But in dreams,
I can hear your name.
And in dreams
We will meet again.
"When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days,
In the dark I hear a call,
Calling me there.
I will go there
And back again."
"Glorious!" Meagan hollered. "Love-"
"Meagan!" Mandy shouted. "Do you have to say that after every preformance?" As Meagan stuck her tongue out at Mandy, she suddenly vanished.
"Where'd she go?" Mandy asked, poking the ground with a stick and flipping over rocks as if Meagan might be under them.
"Gone," Pippin sighed. "She was nice."
"She sang off-key," Boromir commented.
"Which is why she didn't sing," Gimli pointed out.
"Speaking of which," I remarked. "Anyone know how to sing 'Happy Birthday' here besides Mandy and I?" There was a short silence.
"Guess not." Mandy said, almost relieved.
"Oh well," I said cheerfully. "Cake anyone?"
Nickel's PoV
A couple hundred miles to the west . . .
"Wheeee!"
"Be quiet, idiot girl!"
"Sorry . . . Wheeeee!" I so should've gotten an eagle instead of an airplane—I wouldn't have crashed. "Wheee!"
Pray, please review and tell us if you thought that was amusing. I certainly hope that it was! Sorry about the long update...It annoys me too... --The Editor
yeah, sorry about the long wait, and the mass of poetry and stuff. Legolas is a plagerist! Just wait till nest chapter . . . or the one after it . . . lots of poetry!
No he's not! At least, not in his world...oh well. He's hot and it was cute. : P Sorry, but Nicole took forever to get the words up. (Love you! By the way, where have you been for the past week or so?) R&R please!
