dance

~*~ Taken from Laiwyn's book of melodies ~*~

I sat in the Pony with my quill in hand,
Watching the stage which upon a band did stand,
When I could take no more of the disheartening song,
The men of Bree did arrive in a throng,

So dance the dance of the men of Bree,
Laughter and joyous revelry as far as the eye can see,
Raise your mead in the air and sing with your voice so fair,
Dark thoughts and worries - you need not care!

A sudden stumble and a lunge forward made a disastrous idea. Only the reflexes of a trained warrior prevented a crash into the polished metal pane serving as a mirror. Sinking eyebrows and a resolute “Hmpf!” uttered before returning to the previous position. How long had she been practicing now? And how come a simple movement such as the most common dance performed in the Halls of Elrond would best someone like Himwen? Granted, she was not the best warden around, but she had her moments of accuracy and grace on guard, protecting the ones left behind.