[It's impossible not to smile back at such a sweet face and gesture and he quickly waves off her entirely unnecessary apology.]
In my world there are mortal men and women who may ascend to immortality, and there are the immortal gods who govern the realm, but there are no elves. [He pauses.] That I know of! It's a vast world with all sorts of unknown wonders, so who knows!
[ her face does something complicated at that, shifting from surprise to hope to sorrow — if only those in her world could, too! if only they could have begged the valar to grant beren a life like hers, so they would always be reunited in the halls of mandos. but his spirit has now left middle-earth, and she may never follow it. ]
The differences are great indeed, then, [ she says eventually, with a small smile. ]
[There's a sadness in her face at what he's said that his heart aches to see. It isn't his place to ask after though, so he holds his tongue and reaches for a distraction instead, gesturing at his flute.]
I've been playing on my own for so long, Lady Luthien. If you're inclined and don't have anything else to do right now, I'd be honored if you'd join me for a few more songs. I can accompany on any song you sing if you give me just a few moments to listen.
[ she sees the distraction for what it is, but is glad to take it — a fool turns away from kindness offered, after all. ]
Yes, I would love to. [ and so she sings — songs of delight, made when the world was young and the trees still stood; songs of lament, for those lost, for the darkness covering parts of her homeland. songs of respect, for the stars, for the valar; songs of healing, ones that make the soul feel rested.
and through all of them, the sound of dizi, beautiful and haunting, sings with her. ]
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In my world there are mortal men and women who may ascend to immortality, and there are the immortal gods who govern the realm, but there are no elves. [He pauses.] That I know of! It's a vast world with all sorts of unknown wonders, so who knows!
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[ her face does something complicated at that, shifting from surprise to hope to sorrow — if only those in her world could, too! if only they could have begged the valar to grant beren a life like hers, so they would always be reunited in the halls of mandos. but his spirit has now left middle-earth, and she may never follow it. ]
The differences are great indeed, then, [ she says eventually, with a small smile. ]
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I've been playing on my own for so long, Lady Luthien. If you're inclined and don't have anything else to do right now, I'd be honored if you'd join me for a few more songs. I can accompany on any song you sing if you give me just a few moments to listen.
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Yes, I would love to. [ and so she sings — songs of delight, made when the world was young and the trees still stood; songs of lament, for those lost, for the darkness covering parts of her homeland. songs of respect, for the stars, for the valar; songs of healing, ones that make the soul feel rested.
and through all of them, the sound of dizi, beautiful and haunting, sings with her. ]