[THE Ka]

After eating, Rasputina had filled her stomach and gained a new friend, it seemed. They departed from the table with a slight bow and friendly goodbye. As she rose, Rasputina noticed that more and even more people of every race communed into the room, laughing and sharing thought and food. It had been so long since she had been around so many different people, little of her kin still lived in Eryn Vorn, many had left for the sea many years beyond reaconing. She picked up her most valued posession, and walked towards the door.

On her way, she collided slightly with a man. He was not much in height, she dwarfed him by an inch, but much more of strength and build, that she seemed to bend and buckle like an old tower. With him were more similar fellows who gave no notion to her existance. Instead of an expected forgiving plea, he gruffed and muttered something about 'aloof elves'. Rasputina had not encountered many other races in her life but, had learned more than five lifetimes worth of advice on them... They were not to be taken so easily of heart. Though she had experienced the tales many times, she wished to form her own experiences than old judgements. Instead of retorting back at him, she gave a nieve smile and carried on outside. She may not have been so mean to him but, deep down she was supicious of their doings. Something negative floated about them, in cloud of anger.

It felt so much better to be outside, with the land and sky, newly bathed in rain. She scanned the hills to see a whole new world than from the night before. The hills flowed like a green sea, scattered with little doors that bekoned to their depts. She also noticed a gathering taking place atop a closer hill, upon closer inspection it was to be the sight of the handfasting. She then saw what she had come for - a stage or performing platform, already essembled with musicians of every background. Her chest filled with sudden happiness. She scaled up a path towards the makings of the event with a new sense of courage... Maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all, these people seemed only to give and recieve happiness and tokens of friendship.

Upon arriving, others noticed her little but, once she asked if she could give help, many offers were made. She then began and set her posession next to the stage were other musical instruments were gathered. Some of those practicing noticed and gave looks of curiosity as to what it was. Before questions could be asked, she was helping lift 'mighty tables' that were to her surprise, fairly light. Oddly, it made her feel 'accepted' among these people and she soon was in conversation with one - a hobbit lad not much of age but, seemed to be interested in her home. She was glad to explain the happenings and noticable features of her wood. When she described that it was 'dark' he gave her a look of disapointment, and inquired that he had always been told that elves lived in 'golden woods', of pure light and majesty. She felt her heart sink, she knew what he was describing, a wood she had only seen once in her life before her kin fled from the servants of dark, lothlorien was but as much a reality to her as her new friend. She then explained her people's situation and how they were on their way to such a forest when, they were forced to hide from those who wished harm. He stared at her for awhile then gave an apaligetic 'I see' and went back to helping lay the table in the right order.

She then ocuppied herself with other simple tasks, such as helping with decor arrangements and moving more larger objects. As soon as a feeling of happiness settled in, it moved out of her heart as quick as it came. She kept to herself, and did not utter a sentence except for simple 'yes'es and 'no's. Soon, she was not needed for anything yet and was excused to go about her other businesses. For a moment, she just stood there wondering what to do, then if by some spontaneous will she walked off towards a nearby orchard and sat against a tree. She stared at the hills off in the distance and slowly dozed off. Soon, she was at her favorite place upon arda, the cliff near her home. The sea seemed to splash in her face and beckon her out. She wished to but, something held her back - but she knew not what it was. It won over the sea's calling and she woke to find herself curled up at the tree's roots. Getting up, and cleaning herself off, she walked towards the stage. She unpacted the instrument and gathered her playing stick. Walking up the stairs, she met other musicians. At first ahe was scared then, one beckoned for her to come and join them. Finding a chair she settled herself to play.

" Beautiful looking - um... What might it be?" asked a curious player.

"It's my families', my father thought up and designed it and my mother crafted it. It is called a Cello. It's like a large fiddle."

" It sounds as good as it looks, might we hear it?"

" Yes, but, I hope I still am able to play with full confidence on it."

Gliding the wand across the surface of the strings, the cello hummed and sang with the air. Rasputina finally felt almost at home.