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[somanytitles]

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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[other_valentine]

A number of things had caused Hester Shaw to pause while walking through the woods, and creep behind a tree to watch. The man, his bearing, the axe he wielded with ease, and his obvious skill as he built a boat, for instance. But the thing that stopped her most was his voice, singing. There was a gentleness and a grace that seemed beyond the man's muscles. It was a voice to be respected. Even followed

[somanytitles]

"If you would like, I can sing the song in the language most here call English," Aragorn offered. It wasn't quite as moving in the Common Tongue, but it was still a touching story.

[other_valentine]

Hester raised a hand. "Do not trouble yourself," she said. She felt unaccountably uncomfortable about the idea of this man singing for her, particularly because a part of her strangely seemed to want it. To change the subject, she said, "You are building a boat. Are you looking to float away from this place, to freedom?"

She'd assumed that people had already tried.

[somanytitles]

"My intention is to visit the other island," Aragorn explained. Trying to sail away from the island, far enough to get away, would be truly foolish without a larger boat. That and he believed that if there was a way back home, it would be found here on the island.

"I do not believe I will find a way home there, but I believe it bears investigating."

[angriestman]

"Not at all."

He's on his way home, his rifle on his shoulder, a brace of game birds strung together at his side. He hard the singing through the trees. More than anything it reminds him of Harlan. He can't quite think of Harlan as home. "You've got a good voice."

[somanytitles]

"Thank you, though it may be more the song than my voice," Aragorn said. Noticed the brace of game the man had, identifying him as a hunter of sorts. Since coming to the island he'd learn that the weapon the man carried was called a gun.

"The tale of Beren and Lúthien is perhaps the most famous story in the world I come from."

[angriestman]

"We're from different worlds then," says Raylan, touching the brim of his hand. "That sounds like something from one the stories I read as a boy."

[somanytitles]

Aragorn gave the other man a small smile. "It is actually a story I first heard as a boy myself, though in my world it is a true one that happened many years ago."

[vvdanicavv]

Five hundred year's worth of health-related aversion to the sun hadn't disappeared overnight, so on particularly hot days when Danica couldn't stand it inside any longer, she was forced outside in a sun hat. A big, floppy wickery sun hat that made her curse. It wasn't the fact that she didn't look good in it; it was the horrible irony of not being able to fully enjoy something she had longed for for so long.

Instead of taking it off, she tipped her head back just far enough to see the man beneath the brim.

Funny. She thought she would have been able to smell him before seeing him. Maybe he'd actually taken her advice and showered.

"You do realize that there are actual boats with sails and motors at the dock that you could use..." Had he been at the beginning of his project, she probably wouldn't have decided to be so helpful. Telling him after most of the hard work was done was much more to her liking.

[somanytitles]

"Greetings, Danica Talos," he said with a nod of his head. The woman had a sharp tongue to be sure, but Aragorn didn't mind much. Her cruelties had been small and amusing so far.

"I know the boats you speak of, none of which I have experience with. Further, if I do not return from the island, I do not wish to deprive others of a vessel."

[vvdanicavv]

"You sound like a holiday card," Danica said woodenly, not sure what to make of the man. "Let me guess." She was halfway to rolling her eyes. "You're making a boat and sailing away to the second island to figure out a way to escape back home for good."

[somanytitles]

"I am going merely to see what is there," Aragorn said with a shake of his head. He was reasonably sure that he would find no way back home on the other island.

"If I find a way home, I will return to tell others of it, but I hold no hope that such will be my fate. I am going because it is there and not here."

[spirited_hero]

[somanytitles]

"Yes, once it is done I intend to go see the other island," Aragorn said. From what he'd heard, there wasn't much over there, but he wanted to see for himself. It wasn't that he didn't believe the others, but he wanted to be doing something.

[spirited_hero]

[somanytitles]

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Zell Dincht. I am called Strider," he said, shaking the young man's hand.

"And yes, I have only been here for a short while still."

[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."

[somanytitles]

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."

[somanytitles]

"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?"