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Mithalwen · 01-14-2009, 12:21 PM

The good folk of Dol Amroth had departed, reeling in shock that they had been fooled by an impostor in the guise of their own candidate and wondered at the skill of the critics. The other singers retired once more to their dressing rooms - scarce relieved by the knowledge that there was one critic fewer when two yet remained.

They were right to be worried .... like a homeopathic remedy their potency increased as the amount reduced...

"Lax intonation, lacks timbre, lacks warmth, ..."

The traumatised and vulnerable mezzo from Harad fled from the unseen critics clutching her hastily gathered possessions and was resolving never to set foot in this barbarous land again when she ran straight in to the baritone from Lossarnach. He was very tall, very handsome... maybe Gondor had some redeeming qualities. She realised that he was holding a suitcase ...

"Where are you going? " she asked as he helped her pick up her belongings ....

"I've had enough of this competition ..I'm going home ....come with me its not far and you will be safe.. from the critics there " he said persuasively ..

Brinniel took some persuading but eventually decided she was safer following Bowissimo than risking the critics again and the pair left the Opera House for the last time.

The baritone's departure would be a suprise to all but one would be particularly furious that the bond they shared had meant so little to him that he had left without a word and with another singer.

01-14-2009, 12:21 PM	#11
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,458	Out of the frying pan.... The good folk of Dol Amroth had departed, reeling in shock that they had been fooled by an impostor in the guise of their own candidate and wondered at the skill of the critics. The other singers retired once more to their dressing rooms - scarce relieved by the knowledge that there was one critic fewer when two yet remained. They were right to be worried .... like a homeopathic remedy their potency increased as the amount reduced... "Lax intonation, lacks timbre, lacks warmth, ..." The traumatised and vulnerable mezzo from Harad fled from the unseen critics clutching her hastily gathered possessions and was resolving never to set foot in this barbarous land again when she ran straight in to the baritone from Lossarnach. He was very tall, very handsome... maybe Gondor had some redeeming qualities. She realised that he was holding a suitcase ... "Where are you going? " she asked as he helped her pick up her belongings .... "I've had enough of this competition ..I'm going home ....come with me its not far and you will be safe.. from the critics there " he said persuasively .. Brinniel took some persuading but eventually decided she was safer following Bowissimo than risking the critics again and the pair left the Opera House for the last time. The baritone's departure would be a suprise to all but one would be particularly furious that the bond they shared had meant so little to him that he had left without a word and with another singer. __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace Last edited by Mithalwen; 01-14-2009 at 01:23 PM.