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"Como si hablaran otro idioma..."

"We're lucky to have eachother... all of us." Aleta nuzzled Rafeal's shoulder.

"What were they saying?" He had heard demonic language before, but never that particular tounge.

"I don't know."

"We can do the same thing you know, and no one will understand." He began to whisper in an anchient elven tounge, translated, it went something like this:

"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
the hemlock umbles tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Trivinel was danceing there,
And light of stars was in her hair,
and in her rament glimmering.

There Beren came form the mountains cold,
And lost he wandered among the leaves,
And where the elven river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves,
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
upon her mantle and her sleeves
And her hair like shadow following."

He stroked her hair gently, her hair as black as shadows.

((Hey, if anybody knows where this is from, I shall grant pointless bounus points! mrgreen ))

"Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam
And forth he hastened strong and fleet,
and grasped at moon beams glisteing
through woven wooding in Elvenhome
she lightly fled on dancing feet,
and left him lonely still to roam
in the silent forest listeing.

He heard there oft the flying sound
of feet as light as linden leaves
now withered lay the hemlock sheaves,
and one by one with the sighing sound
whispering fell to the beechen leaves
in the wintery woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
whre the leaves of yeats were thinckly strewn
by light of moon and ray of star
in fronsy heavens shivering
her mantle glinted in the moon
as on a hil top high and far
she danced, and at her feet was strewn
a mist of silver quivering.

And as winter passed, she came again,
and her song released the sudden spring,
like rising lark and falling rain,
and melting water bubbleing
He saw the elven flowers spring
about her feet, and healed again
he longed by her to dance and sing
upon the grass untroubleing."

"No, don't go any further!" Aleta interupted. She had lapsed into the old language, and she spoke beutifully in the fair tounge.

"Why not?" Rafeal had halted, and spoke english again.

"Because the story of Tinuviel and Beren is a trajedy..."

"But aren't we tragic as well? I, a rebelious runaway, and you an orphan? I thought it was fitting... you do remind me of the elven maiden of the tale... you're so beutiful." He kissed her again, and she kissed him back. Aleta wrapped her arms around him, "Well, I guess thats true... my sweet Romeo..." She laughed to herself, and smiled.

# I can't keep secrets from her forever. I can tell her my name when nobody else is around... hopefully she won't be too pissed at me...#

((NOTE: I have been editing Rafeal's aliased name into his real name, but I figured thats just to much work, and the story won't make as much sense if I continue to do that. I wish I had more imagination to not use my boyfriend's name for this particular character.))

June sat on the roof, spinning dark liquid in a glass
"....."

"Oh hey Kagura! You why did you give me, this bag?" Duri started a phony conversation,
"Master, I gave you that bag because you said that Heo person would show-"
"WHAT? Naw! He doesn't know where we are!" Duri began to rush the two outside, when Kagura spoke up, "Master, I think all Heo wants, is to kill. Thats what he sound like, so can we please stay?" She gazed at him with her innocent eyes, "Ok, ok! I get it!"

((Seriously.. does anybody know where that poem I posted came from? :3 ))

Aleta was alerted by this conversation, "I thought Heo was your freind Duri.... he seemed rather pleasent for a demon when I met him."

June swirled what was left of the liquid before looking up at Duri and smiling a little. she held the glass out
"Wine. It tastes....tangy."

Duriono set himself down beside June, "Wine huh," He scratched the back of his head, "Mind if I have a sip?"