[ this particular day, it is not the sound of instruments that can be heard in the room, but the clear voice of a woman, singing in foreign words; her song soars on wings of its own, jubilant at times, lifting the heart and spirit of anyone listening; at others, there is such sorrow to it that one might as well be wading into deep waters... and yet, lay their own sorrows to it all, let the waves of the song soothe the pain and hurt. it is clear it is not an ordinary song, a strange magic imbued in the voice itself — and perhaps not an ordinary woman, either, with the way she seems both ethereal and more real than anything else in the room at once.
as the last notes of her song trail off, and obi-wan's words break the silence that has fallen, she turns to him as if unaware anyone has stepped in the room during her singing —
and upon seeing him, she gasps, her hand flying up to cover the way her mouth opens in astonishment.
for a moment, she seems at a loss for words. ]
I — [ but no — the similarities are there, sure as day, and yet differences, too: he seems older, wearier... calmer. beren always carried a fire within him, one that drove him every moment of the day to do whatever he believed to be right; sometimes, she wonders if it was the heavy destiny on his shoulders that had ignited that fire, or if it was because of the fire that the destiny had settled so tightly on him.
with the man she looks at, it feels as if a fire has been put out. ]
I'm sorry, [ she says with an unfailingly polite smile, ] You caught me off guard. You miss the sound of music, you said...?
the music, of course
as the last notes of her song trail off, and obi-wan's words break the silence that has fallen, she turns to him as if unaware anyone has stepped in the room during her singing —
and upon seeing him, she gasps, her hand flying up to cover the way her mouth opens in astonishment.
for a moment, she seems at a loss for words. ]
I — [ but no — the similarities are there, sure as day, and yet differences, too: he seems older, wearier... calmer. beren always carried a fire within him, one that drove him every moment of the day to do whatever he believed to be right; sometimes, she wonders if it was the heavy destiny on his shoulders that had ignited that fire, or if it was because of the fire that the destiny had settled so tightly on him.
with the man she looks at, it feels as if a fire has been put out. ]
I'm sorry, [ she says with an unfailingly polite smile, ] You caught me off guard. You miss the sound of music, you said...?