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Aragorn took a deep breath and took another drink or water as he let the axe rest at his side. It was nearing dusk, when the heat of the afternoon was beginning to burn off. He hadn't been at work long today, preferring to work in the cooler hours of the morning and evening, but the humidity of the island got to one quickly

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[formerfratboy]

Nick was out for a late run, enjoying timing his run to make it so that he could watch the sunset from the beach before heading home. With all the trauma the island put them through sometimes, it was nice to just stop and enjoy something beautiful.

He slowed in his pace as he heard someone singing. The singing wasn't unusual, but the language wasn't one that he knew. Nick found himself following the voice until he found the source, a man chopping wood not far from the beach.

"Oh, not at all," Nick said after the man had addressed him. "What language is that, if you don't mind me asking? Don't think I've heard that one before."

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Aragorn smiled at the man who approached. It wasn't someone that he had met earlier, although the island was small enough and Aragorn had been busy enough that he had at least seen the man around.

"It is called Sindarin, and in my world it is the language of the Elves."

[formerfratboy]

"Huh." That was a new one, for someone who was pretty sure that he'd seen or heard it all during his years here. "It has a nice sound to it," Nick said. "Don't mean to be nosy, I just was surprised to hear something different than what I'm used to."

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"There is no need to apologize, if I truly did not want anyone to hear I would merely not sing," Aragorn said. While he would probably never hold a concert for strangers he wasn't embarrassed about his voice.

"What is the music that you enjoy like?"

[formerfratboy]

"I always wound up listening to a lot of country music," Nick said, "which I'm guessing doesn't mean a whole lot to you." A place that had elves probably did not have Johnny Cash, he reasoned. "It wasn't necessarily my favorite music, but where I grew up, that's about all there was to listen to, so you wound up having to like it, pretty much. Kinda stuck with me even after I got older and moved away."

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"Rural music?" Aragorn suggested. There was a definite difference in the music played in most cities and that played out in the country. One wasn't necessarily better than the other, just different.

"And there is a strange fondness that grows around the music of ones youth."