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[sunbaked_baker]

Honestly, she hadn't meant to take a nap today. One wouldn't think she would need one, judging by how late she slept this morning. Rae had intended to do some baking, and maybe take a walk outside (since there was some sort of building with guns blocking her normal running route around the lake

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[gondolin_noble]

Someone is tired of the sound of so much doom.

So he has obtained a small lap-harp from Bar (after much cajoling, three kazoos and a banjo) and is now tuning it quietly in a chair closer to the fire.

[sunbaked_baker]

The sound draws her out of her sleep, slowly, something new against the background sounds of the bar room. Rae lies there, blinking her still-tired eyes open to watch the elf with his harp.

[gondolin_noble]

It is a somewhat inelegant tool (as he judges them), but he finally has it singing sweetly. Then, without preamble, he launches into a meandering tune that is more reminicient of a burbling stream or birdsong (or, perhaps, birds singing by a stream) than something so prosaic as just music.

[sunbaked_baker]

It may be just because she is so tired - the sleepy tranquility makes it easy to fall into the more visionary end of her Dark Sight. Rae has gotten used to the fact that people of the daylit world, whether human or Otherwise, are affected by their life in thei light of the sun. Their shadows twist and move, giving away secrets of their natures and intentions to any who has the capability to see them. Vampires, creatures that do not venture under the sun, their shadows do not move - they tell nothing. But this elf - the shadows he casts are overwhelmed by the light he carries in him. She can read little or intent or nature, but knows that it wasn't the light of the sun that gave him that light. Sunshine would've liked to have seen the trees of which he spoke

[gondolin_noble]

It is possible he sees her unwitting smile. It is possible he was hoping for it. It is possible he has entirely lost patience with this place causing despair, whether or not it is falling apart.

The music becomes brighter, somehow - full daybreak in this scene, with the birds and the water.

[sunbaked_baker]

It's quite possible that Rae would've gone on not knowing just how much tension she was carrying in her shoulders, if this music - sunrise, with the gentle warming of the air, the promise of a new day - had not released it.

She watches and listens, tension and worry being slowly replaced by peace.

[gondolin_noble]

And to think - amongst his own people, he is not considered a harpist of note. He slowly resolves the threads of his little music-scene into one of the more popular hymns to Elbereth, idly teasing out the tune that he has been hearing for millenia.

"Am I so very pretty?" He teases her as well, with a sidelong smile, his blue eyes alight with more than starlight.

[sunbaked_baker]

Her lips twist slightly in a wry expression, and she shrugs.

"I find it interesting to watch someone do things I don't know how to do."

[gondolin_noble]

"Ah, so no romantic daydreams." He isn't above teasing a tired human, no. "My heart is, perhaps, broken."

That's a bit ridiculous, and a bit obvious that it is.

[sunbaked_baker]

"I'm sure you'll eventually heal," she says, moving to sit up and wincing at the crick in her neck. "Or you could sing about it - there are plenty of songs about broken hearts, and you've already got the harp."

Since writing a bad poem in his LJ isn't an option.

[gondolin_noble]

"I could, perhaps, but I am not known as a minstrel." There are elves in Imladris who would be horrified by the very idea, he's sure.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Of course, I don't know what you are known as," she asks, a slight smile visible.

Neither name nor skill-set.

[gondolin_noble]

"Ah, but you know me well enough to report me to my lord, for censure and judgement." He tsks, shaking his head sadly. "It was quite tragic."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Mwahaha," says Rae with a smile, utterly failing to sound evil and cruel. "That'll teach you to... be yourself."

She doesn't remember saying anything bad about him, at least. It had been Elrond who had hoped the nameless elf, aka Steve, hadn't teased her overmuch.

[gondolin_noble]

"Indeed, I shall have to be more like someone else from now on." He agrees, tragically uncowed by her unevil. "Considering I may not have your name, I will have to find someone else's."

[sunbaked_baker]

"You could use your own name, and pretend it is someone else's that you stole," she suggests, trying to get the crick out of her neck and stop feeling so sleepy. "Since you haven't exactly been using it so far."