"Ch. 3! Sorry it took so long. I've been caught up in updating other stories and school."

Simona- "You update stories?"

*SloTurtle stuffs cinnamon bun into Simona's face.*

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Simona and Ciaran approached a large area surrounded by wooden posts. "What's this?" Simona asked, glancing at the sparring men.

"This is the arena for the Fairy Festival tournament. Several men try their strength at jousting, sparring, and other activities." Ciaran replied.

A raven haired boy barked loudly, shoving another boy to the ground. "Do you take me as a fool!?" He growled, throwing his sword angrily. The boy knelt down and lifted the other by the collar of his tunic slightly.

"Adrian! Stop! He isn't worth it." A young boy rushed into the arena. His appearance similar to the angry young man.

The boy snarled as he stood up. "Is you so much as sneeze in this arena again, I'll make a sheathe out of your gut." He stalked away, pausing momentarily for his doppelganger.

Ciaran jogged to the other two boys, Simona following close behind. "Alexander! What happened?" Ciaran huffed. Alexander shrugged slightly, lifting the younger boy off the ground.

"How should I know. You know he has a short temper, especially during the tournaments." Alexander swept his hair out of his face, sighing.

"Who put orc blood in his porridge?" Simona wondered aloud as she walked up. Alexander's eyes widened slightly. "He's my brother." He mumbled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Simona glanced behind Alexander to see Adrian glaring at her. Alexander noticed Simona staring and turned to see his brother. "Ah, and that's my que. Farewell." He joined his brother quickly, waving to Ciaran.

Simona exhaled in relief as she sunk down into her seat. Gilia had told her to go to the Dowell Inn, where she had purchased a room.

She could hear a ruckus from behind the stage. Having literally nothing else to do, she went to investigate.

A tall half-elf was whispering urgently to a scruffy man, whom Simona knew as the owner of the Inn/Tavern.

"Carkna bragha! The Inn is ruined! We're doomed." He cursed.

Simona cautiously tapped him on his shoulder. "What has happened?" She asked. "Our singer has come down with an illness. And our special guests have requested a specific song." The Innkeeper explained.

"What song was requested?" Simona pondered. The bard paused, then replied. "An old song, The Road Goes On. Not many know it, let alone pronounce the elven lyrics. And some who do know it, cannot reach the higher notes."

"Oh, Gilia taught me that song when I was a child. Indeed it is an old song... you'll have ill luck finding any whom know it." Simona said absently.

The bard's eyes lit up and he pulled her towards the stage.

"What's happening?" She snapped, surprised by the sudden act.

"You must perform the song with me!" The bard answered, hope pooling in his voice.

Simona hesitated, nodding in agreement.

Simona pinned her hair up and straightened her dress. Bevin, the bard of the Inn, had requested she look more suitable for performing. Meaning she needed to wear a flowing dress instead of pants and a vest.

Bevin strummed slightly on his lute. The crowd in the Inn gradually grew quiet, their eyes falling upon Simona and Bevin.

As he began the song, another bard joined in with her flute.

"The road goes on, ever ever on. Hill by hill. Mile by mile. Field by field. Stile by stile. The road goes on, ever ever on."

Bevin nodded to Simona, signally for her to start.

"See the road flows past you door step, calling for your feet to stray. Like a deep and rolling river, it will sweep them far away."

Bevin set his lute aside and replaced it with a pan-flute.

Simona blinked nervously.

"Numenna! Auta' ri. Yallume hilya. Numenna! Auta' ri. Yallume hilya."

Bevin's hope turned to pride as Simona sang the elven verse. He had never heard better pronunciation nor a better singing voice.

"Hilya hilya auta' hilya. Hilya hilya auta' ri. Numenna! Auta' ri. Yallume hilya." Simona sighed after finishing her last note, grinning as Bevin sang the ending verse.

The once quiet people went into a uproar of cheers and wolf whistles.

Simona returned to her seat, earning comments on the way, good and bad.

After she sat down, a blonde bar maid set a mug in front of her. As the maid stood there, Simona eyed the cup suspiciously.

"It's from the boy in the corner." She stuck her thumb at a familiar, raven haired young man, whom was surrounded by laughing men and pretty women.

Adrian side glanced Simona from the corner of his eye and turned to face her. He started to rise, immediately Simona looked down at the table, avoiding eye contact. He walked over leisurely and sat down, putting his feet on the table.

"You're the girl my brother was speaking to earlier today, if I'm not mistaken." Adrian smirked.

"I talked to lots of people today." Simona said curtly.

Adrian scoffed, sitting up. "Well yes, but I'm sure you'd remember him, seeming as he's practically identical to me."

Simona slowly moved her gaze upward, to match the boy's reddish eyes. "I suppose I recall a young man whom may have looked like you." Simona murmured.

Adrian scooted closer, clearly agitating her. "You suppose?" He repeated.

"Hmm... No matter, enough of him. What about you? You're far to pretty to be sitting here alone." Adrian complimented, his eyes wandering over her.

Simona cleared her throat uncomfortably. Adrian was now close enough to her that their sides were touching.

"Ah. Bevin! Come, drink with us." Adrian invited the bard, who was stepping off the stage. Bevin smiled and sat down, grabbing a pint of beer from one of the maids' trays.

"I see you've met Arawen." Bevin mumbled between gulps.

Adrian smirked, setting his arm on Simona's shoulders. "So, that's your name."

"No, it is my elven name." Simona shifted, moving away from him.

"Mind telling me your birth name?" Adrian pressed, obviously irritated.

Simona opened her mouth to reply, but was soon interrupted by someone's greeting.

"Simona! Darling, I've been worried sick!" Ciaran gasped worriedly, pulling her out of her seat and holding her to him. "Darling?" She mumbled in confusion.

"Come along, I don't want my fiancé to be tired in the morning." Ciaran thrust Simona towards the staircase. "Thanks for looking after her lads!" He waved as he walked with his arm protectively around her waist.

"Fiancé?" Simona said in confusion.

"Just play along." Ciaran whispered to her.

Ciaran closed the room door abruptly. "Hey, what was all that 'fiancé' stuff about?" Simona snapped.

"I needed an excuse to get you away from those guys. They're bad news, Mona. I don't think you should hang out with Adrian." Ciaran explained.

"Do you think I wanted to snog with that- that fool!" Simona stammered angrily. "I have no idea how you think. And you didn't seem like you were getting yourself out of that situation." Ciaran soothed.

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow." Simona sighed.

"Goodnight, darling." Ciaran said dramatically, then chuckled.

"Goodnight!" Simona closed the door.

A/n

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