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He played the music for a place where a stream met a dark, clear lake.

Also known through endearment and chance as the Lake of Tears.

The stream swept, climbed, danced as it always would. Then the lake ran, rapid and smiling despite herself. Regal as a queen and joyous as a windswept banner.

The disturbance, he secretly fancied, caused light to finally reach down to the depths.

Even if only for a little while. 

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A song of peaceful, civilised beauty with a thin layer of sickness.

Of Bree-land

In the end, the eighth lute's demise was in its abandonment. Left discarded in a nest of leaf litter at the edge of the Ithilien woods. Someday, a far roaming wanderer might stumble upon the bleached, wooden skeleton, strings long since corroded, and wonder who might have left it there. Ryheric was again luteless, in the meantime. 

An extreme and bloody business had been finalised, the lute lost in violent circumstance, the twice-chipped curved southern blade reclaimed, then a long road. Eventually, Ryheric found himself in Breeland once more.

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Ryheric's theme for Atharann, the ranger who had experienced hardships, death, loss and fuel for violence and war throughout his long life.

Often, Atharann was separated from the group and operated alone. Ryheric often wondered about him during those times.

(( This is an orchestrated soundtrack piece. Ryheric's original lute piece is represented by the sound of the guitar.))