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[lightbranded]

 [Will had taken his journal with him as he went to walk through the garden, thinking of checking to see what his closest friends had been up to. But as he walked, his thoughts strayed to the time of year. This would be his third birthday here in Paradisa, and his third Christmas. 

Three years since he had seen his brothers and sisters. Three years since Bran and the Drews had forgotten so much of their friendship.

It was a lot to think about. Eventually Will finds his way to a bench. And with his thoughts on Christmas and on his home, he begins to softly sing some of the carols that came first to mind. The ancient melodies sung in a high clear voice echo out through the garden and across the journals hauntingly.

Eventually Will comes, as he might have expected, to Old King Wenceslas. Without thinking he begins on his part, the pageboy's part, which he had last sung with his brothers and with Merriman.]

Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer.

[And Will falters, knowing that there was no one here who could take the next part.]
 

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[woodking]

A beautiful tune for such melancholy words.

[Thranduil had heard the songs before coming to find the singer. A part of him was surprised at the boy in front of him - he'd never known, though there had not been so much opportunity to know him well. He moved quietly, soas not to interrupt the music, but it came to a halt soon enough without noise from him.]

[lightbranded]

A very old tune, as well. [Will doesn't remark on the melody. He'd found that the melancholy tunes came easier to his lips, these days.

But he blinks as he recognizes the speaker.]

You have returned? I did not think to ever see you again after you left before.

[woodking]

Nor had I. But no, it seems that this place is not done with me.

[lightbranded]

It seems so. Have you just arrived?

[woodking]

Several days past.

Many are gone, now, from what I have seen.

[lightbranded]

Many have left, recently. There are not many of us left now.

[woodking]

So I have seen. The halls were never full, but now they seem to echo.

[lightbranded]

It almost makes one wonder if this place will some day reach an end. [Not the end, for every end was also a beginning. But a end, perhaps. ]