The sounds of drums and the laughing were mostly covering the words of the song so he approached curious the group of young elves (were they all really young? their eyes were lit by joy and laughter so that they looked childish) Not used to the sun empowered by the sea reflection, Naergon blinked several times and narrowed his eyes to see them better and smiled to the moving (or rather: dancing) picture before him.
A few of them were keeping the beat with different types of drums, the sounds complementing each other unexpectedly pleasant and the rest were dancing wild on the hot sand, most of them bare feet and in light color garments. Their sun kissed faces were red from the sun, dancing and probably also from those bottles passed from one another gracefully without stopping the fast dance or spilling a drop. A very tall boy with blue eyes and golden hair braided into a circlet was singing -almost talking- the fast rhythm song with a simple, haunting melodic line and words that he seemed to improvise on the spot.
We dance the day on the golden shore
Come sing and dance and laugh and more
But when the sun at noon is ardent
We curse the sand in our undergarment
The undergarments, the undergarments
The sand has reached in our undergarments
We try to wash it off with water
But the sand grains more badly clutter
Just pass the wine and come dance more
Come spin and jump on the sandy shore
The cursed sand will fall off if dry
And if it won't you sure won't die
Several elves extended their hands to invite him to join the dance, to pass or take back recipients of different shape and size filled with wine and miruvor and he awkwardly accepted them, first the bottles, than joining, somewhat restrained, the dance. The tall singer suddenly stopped before him, towering over him and sung directly to him with a wide grin that left no doubt that he was joking and mocking their unexpected guest:
We are the elves born for the sea
The waves on rocks break to sing with me
Just move those feet, in stone you'll morph
And hold your drink, you clumsy dwarf!
He grinned once more at the puzzeled guest while everyone was laughing then turned and sung while watching intently a girl with curly brown locks that was laughing and spinning, abbandoning herself to the dance and joy.
That girl that spins and jumps like a deer
Brigth eyes and red from wine and cheer
She moves like chased by a sea serpent
But I bet's the sand form the undergarment
All red she throws the glass at us
We're full of sand, why all the fuss?
She mocks that we all missed last mordents
I'll grin and blame our undergarments
I'd sing that tune straight under water
My friends confirm it with drums patter
She wants to hear that now, she braves
And I'll race her to the cold waves
Here hold my drum and hold the bottle
Keep up the song, don't break the rattle
Mind your dance steps and hold your judgment
We just swim out the sand from our undergarment
She noticed the attention and stopped to fake -badly and hilariously- an offended face, then burst into laughing and started walking backwards gracefully and mockingly towards the sea, to finally sprint into the waves laughing when the singer started to chase her.
Two of the other boys, looking much alike -maybe brothers thought Naergon, took over the signing and continued each other's words like only long time comraderies teach
The undergarment, the undergarment
We know the sand's in the undergarment
Keep dancing, glide, keep spinning fast
The days under this sun don't last
Fall down, rise up, and turn around
Jump like your feet are burned by the ground
Dance, spin once more and pass the flagon
It's just sand on skin not breath of dragon!
We are the elves of the starry night
We dream, we gaze and love moon's light
The sand falls then washed by the sea
Come split the waves together with me
When the moon shines in the sky above
There's time for poetry and love
But while the sun is up and ardent
We'll defy all sand from our undergarment
Fall down, rise up, and turn around
Jump like your feet are burned by the ground
Dance, spin once more and pass the flagon
It's just sand on skin not breath of dragon!
We dance the day on the golden shore
Come sing and dance and laugh and more
But when the sun at noon is ardent
We curse the sand in our undergarment...
The calls to dance repeated and mixed and the bottles of wine and miruvor were passed around again and again. The former bard grinned somewhat embarrassed at first, but the exuberance of the party conquered him in the end.. The several times when the bottles were passed to him as well contributed to this conquest. It would have been so not friendly to refuse such hospitality, for sure! Without fully noticing when, he changed from the polite sketching the dance steps and hand clapping to surrendering fully to the dance with a dumb smile of pure joy shared with all this unknown elves.
Hours later he reached the house of his benevolent host with some difficulty and with the same dumb smile smitten on his face, while still humming something about sun, undergarments and sand.
