Sweet Singing by the Fire [December 3009] {Gilwen}
Nov 10, 2017 22:54:58 GMT -5
Post by Faeldor on Nov 10, 2017 22:54:58 GMT -5
“The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry gruhn
Sweet singing by the fire.
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily-flower
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown.”
The harp was singing, and the fiddle humming as five of the six children of Faelon sang along in chorus, standing in line by height and age, from the youngest soprano of eight year old Haliel, to Faeldor's own rich tenor voice. The outside eve was grey and chilled, a cold rain falling from the sky in droves, yet inside the house of Meleth was brimming with joy, for it was the eve of Yuletide. The large Yule log was burning upon the fire, candles were lit all about, and greens were hung from every corner of the high, white stone ceilings.
Oh, the rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry gruhn
Sweet singing by the fire.
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily-flower
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown.”
As the song rounded it's finish, Faeldor laughed and looked across the room to where his family was seated. His mother was clapping her hands in joy for them.
“Another one! Another carol!” Haliel pleaded.
“Just soon, little flower,” Faeldor agreed, his eyes bright. “But first I need to have a word with Gilwen.”
As if on cue, Faeldor's mother, Meleth looked to him, as well as his Grandparents. The family's guests, Niniel and Beregar had eyes upon him as well, and Miriel looked down to her harp in front of here, as if a very glance toward the others in the room might reveal the secret.
“I need to get more wine!” Meleth announced to the group, jumping to her feet. . “Niniel, Miriel, help me with the glasses. Oh, Beregar, the tray of cakes will be far too unwieldy for all of us, you best come as well. Mother, Father. Children! Come, I'll need everyone's help now. Wine, cider, cakes… something for everyone. Haliel, now leave your cat. I do not want her in the kitchen.”
Haliel was hobbling along, her crutch under one arm, and her limp foot dragging behind her, yet still she managed to grasp Lilotie under the other arm. The cat was bedazzled in a green bow that matched the little girl's dress. It was no fear for Meleth however, for the cat soon managed to wiggle it's way free and meandered it's way across the room to the armchair nearest the fire, leaping upon it, and then climbing up to rest upon the back.
“Starlight,” Faeldor gleamed, looking the chair's occupant. She was still poorly from her ordeal, and was keeping warm near the fireplace, her feet raised upon a plush stool, with a heavy blanket across her lap. Faeldor slid the woman's feet aside, all the while humming the song that the family had just been singing, and sat himself upon it, leaning upon his knees as he gleamed to her. His eyes held a twinkle.
“I have canceled the wedding plans,” he told her, the corner of his lips twitching. "All of them."
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry gruhn
Sweet singing by the fire.
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily-flower
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown.”
The harp was singing, and the fiddle humming as five of the six children of Faelon sang along in chorus, standing in line by height and age, from the youngest soprano of eight year old Haliel, to Faeldor's own rich tenor voice. The outside eve was grey and chilled, a cold rain falling from the sky in droves, yet inside the house of Meleth was brimming with joy, for it was the eve of Yuletide. The large Yule log was burning upon the fire, candles were lit all about, and greens were hung from every corner of the high, white stone ceilings.
Oh, the rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the merry gruhn
Sweet singing by the fire.
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily-flower
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown.”
As the song rounded it's finish, Faeldor laughed and looked across the room to where his family was seated. His mother was clapping her hands in joy for them.
“Another one! Another carol!” Haliel pleaded.
“Just soon, little flower,” Faeldor agreed, his eyes bright. “But first I need to have a word with Gilwen.”
As if on cue, Faeldor's mother, Meleth looked to him, as well as his Grandparents. The family's guests, Niniel and Beregar had eyes upon him as well, and Miriel looked down to her harp in front of here, as if a very glance toward the others in the room might reveal the secret.
“I need to get more wine!” Meleth announced to the group, jumping to her feet. . “Niniel, Miriel, help me with the glasses. Oh, Beregar, the tray of cakes will be far too unwieldy for all of us, you best come as well. Mother, Father. Children! Come, I'll need everyone's help now. Wine, cider, cakes… something for everyone. Haliel, now leave your cat. I do not want her in the kitchen.”
Haliel was hobbling along, her crutch under one arm, and her limp foot dragging behind her, yet still she managed to grasp Lilotie under the other arm. The cat was bedazzled in a green bow that matched the little girl's dress. It was no fear for Meleth however, for the cat soon managed to wiggle it's way free and meandered it's way across the room to the armchair nearest the fire, leaping upon it, and then climbing up to rest upon the back.
“Starlight,” Faeldor gleamed, looking the chair's occupant. She was still poorly from her ordeal, and was keeping warm near the fireplace, her feet raised upon a plush stool, with a heavy blanket across her lap. Faeldor slid the woman's feet aside, all the while humming the song that the family had just been singing, and sat himself upon it, leaning upon his knees as he gleamed to her. His eyes held a twinkle.
“I have canceled the wedding plans,” he told her, the corner of his lips twitching. "All of them."
