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[Twenty-Eight - Right Through The Eye] [Dictated]

[Katniss stood at the window of the room where Mark's radio equipment was, looking out to the middle distance of the snow-covered grounds of the castle. She flicked her eyes to the sky, then to the radio again, before she sat down at the desk, looking at all the buttons and switches with a sort of sad glumness. She ran her fingers over what looked like a music player, then one of the speakers, before she spoke softly to the journal sitting open.]

...I don't suppose anyone who knows how to work Mark's music would be willing to teach me, would they? I ... I miss the music.

[A sigh, as she put her chin down on her hands. Thinking all the friends who are gone - thinking of the nameplate she had found missing earlier. Once. Gone. Another one who had floated on home.]

I hate the silence.

[And for her at least, those words hold weight. There are too many ghosts, in Katniss Everdeen's closet.]

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[Surprise flickers over her face, faint, at that press of muscle. It fades though, because she should have been used it. She was wiry herself. She led them to the table and literally sat herself on it. It was one of those sturdy kind, medieval kind.]

If you call me m'lady, I'll laugh at you. [But her smile is teasing and her grey eyes are lighter.]

[He follows her and sets the plate down, taking a seat beside her.]

M'lady? No, no, you are certainly no 'lady.' I would not make such a mistake. [He teases.]

[She gave him a firm nod of approval, her grey eyes warm as she pushed her hair out of her face.]

Good. I'm glad you're smart enough to know the difference between a priss and a ... warrior goddess. [And yes, she's smirking, as she breaks off some grapes.]

Where do we start?

A warrior goddess? Hm, I am not sure that you have proven yourself quite so skilled yet.

[He does the same, chewing thoughtfully.]

Where would you like to start is the better question. Is there any particular theme to the song that you'd care to learn?

Hmmm. Fair. Besides, I'm not sure if you could take me as a warrior goddess. It might blow your mind.

[She smirked faintly, before she looked over at him. She paused, before she asked almost innocently.]

What's your favorite song?

Really now? I have no doubts that I could.

[He picks another grape and promptly flicks it at her forehead with a smirk.]

Has no one told you that it is rude to answer a question with a question?

Oh, we'll see about that. I think I might have to call you out for sparring.

[She made a squeaking noise, before she tossed one back at him, a smile dancing over her lips.]

Give me a happy song, then.

I will be glad to prove just who is the better warrior.

[He laughs, quickly tilting his head to try avoiding it and then nods.]

A happy song, very well.

[He takes a moment to think over what songs he could sing and, once he settles on one, he starts to sing softly and in his own tongue.]

We'll just see about that, and hey, no cheating!

[She threw another one, before popping another grape in her mouth, reaching for the bread and cheese. She folded them together as he started to sing, listening quietly. It was beautiful - in his own words - and his voice was ... almost unearthly.]

I never cheat!

[He's so 'offended.'

He continues with the song until drawing it to a neat, smooth ending. And when he's done, Legolas looks a bit more content than he had.]

Uh huh. Says the grape thrower.

[She smirks, but that smirk softens and fades into a smile of real pleasure as she continues to listen. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she hugs them a little as she listens. After a moment, she sighs in quiet envy.] That was truly beautiful.

That was not cheating. Not even near cheating.

[He leans back and smiles, watching her. He's glad to see how much she liked it as well as hear it. A persons reaction is better than words of praise.] I'm glad that you think so.

Says you. I say ducking out of the way of grapes after you hit me is.

[She smirked again, before she leaned towards him, her gaze curious.]

What language was that, and what did the words mean?

You have a very strange definition of cheating then~

It's Sindarin, a form of elvish. And the song is about the coming of spring.

Maybe a little.

[She smirked, before she hummed it a little, her pitch perfect. Then she looked at him.] Can you teach me, in the elvish? Or is that not allowed?

More than a little.

[He looks a little surprised but pleasantly so.] It is allowed but many have some difficulty in learning our language. Usually we learn the Common Tongue so that it is easier for others. I would be glad to teach you though.

Well that's because you just don't understand how I cheat.

[Yes, that's another glint to those grey eyes, before her smile grew.]

Well, I'll never know unless I try, yes? So ... teach me your tongue, Legolas.

Is that an admission that you were cheating?

[He's totally taking that as her admitting it.]

As you wish. Not today though. Today, let us simply enjoy a chance to share our songs. You ought to teach me one of yours now.

How would you know? You don't even know when you're cheating.

[Of course she was. And she thought about it for a moment, as she tried to think of a happy song from her childhood. Then she nodded, and started to sing.]

Black clouds are behind me,
I now can see ahead
Often I wonder why I try,
Hoping for an end.
Sorrow weighs my shoulders down,
And trouble haunts my mind,
But I know the present will not last,
And tomorrow will be kinder.

Tomorrow will be kinder,
It's true, I've seen it before;
A brighter day is coming my way,
Yes, tomorrow will be kinder.

Today I've cried a many tear,
And pain is in my heart,
Around me lies a somber scene,
I don't know where to start.
But I feel warmth on my skin,
The stars have all alligned .
The wind has blown, but now I know
That tomorrow will be kinder.

Tomorrow will be kinder,
I know, I've seen it before,
A brighter day is coming my way,
Yes, tomorrow will be kinder.

A brigher day is coming my way,
Yes, tomorrow will be kinder.

Of course I know when I'm cheating.

[How dare you even accuse him of being a cheater, Katniss, gosh. He's is a perfectly well-behaved... okay yeah, he cheats. Sometimes.

He's content, for now, to listen to her sing. And he's not disappointed.]

You have a lovely voice, Katniss.

So you know you were cheating just then?

[She knew you were cheating, you cheater. Bwahahah.

The song trailed off, and she smiled a little to herself, before she looked over at him and her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She dipped her head in acknowledgement.]

Nothing special.

I was not cheating.

[huff]

No, it is. You have a gift, a lovely voice.

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So you say.

[She felt her cheeks warm again, and she looked down at her boots.]

From you - that means something - so ... thank you.

It should mean something coming from anyone, when it is true. You should not need anyone to tell you either.

Well, most people just compliment me on my ability to shoot things. [She arched an eyebrow at him.] There were a very few who told me I sang well.

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