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Chapter 7- The colours of the wind
Arwen and Aragorn were sitting beneath a large elm tree 'you have such strange names here, Arwen' 'so do you, you have the most unusual name, Aragorn', Merry, spotting Aragorn's bag, climbed in and started looking for biscuits, Merry popped out the bag holding a compass in his teeth and ran off up a tree with it 'what was that?' asked Arwen 'it was a compass, it tells you how to find your way when you get lost' said Aragorn 'but don't worry I can get another one in Gondor' 'Gondor?' asked Arwen 'is that your village?' 'Sort of its got horses and castles as tall as tree's' explained Aragorn 'wow I would like to see those things' said Arwen 'you will where going to build them here, we'll show you how to really use the land, build proper houses' 'what?, our houses are just fine' Arwen huffed angrily 'you say that only because you don't know any better, we've helped savages around the world' said Aragorn 'how dare you' said Arwen angrily and she quickly got up and stalked towards her boat 'wait, I didn't mean-' Aragorn got in front of the boat and held it in place, but Arwen just got up and swung herself into the branches of the elm tree and started to climb. Aragorn let out a frustrated sigh and followed her 'savages is just a term for people who are uncivilized' said Aragorn as he kept climbing 'like me?' 'yes, wait no, I-' Aragorn was cut off when the branch he grabbed snap and he fell straight down, landing right on his butt, Arwen jumped down next to him 'you mean not like you' she said softly, suddenly a faint drumming in the distance alerts Arwen 'what is it?' asked Aragorn 'the drums, they mean trouble, I shouldn't be here' Arwen started to leave when Aragorn grabbed her arm 'I want to see you again?''I can't, I'm sorry' and she fled.
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Colours Of The Wind
You think I'm an ignorant savage and you've been so many places I guess it must be so, but still I cannot if the savage one is me, how can there be so much you don't know, you don't know.
You think you own whatever land you land on, the earth is just a dead thing you can claim, but I know every rock and tree and creature, has a life has a spirit has a name.
You think the only people who are people, are the people who look and think like you, but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger you'll learn things you never knew, you never knew.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned, can you sing with all the voices of the mountain, can you paint with all the colours of the wind, can you paint with all the colours of the wind.
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest; come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth, come roll in all the riches all around you and for once never wonder what they're worth.
The rainstorm and river are my brothers, the heron and the otter are my friends and we are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.
How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down then you'll never know, and you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, for whether we are elves or mortal men, we need to sing with all the voices of the mountain, we need to paint with all the colours of the wind, you own the earth and still, all you'll own is earth until, you can paint with all the colours of the wind.