Having a student was fun in theory, until I discovered that students require time for lesson planning and assessments-not to mention several hours of actual instruction-and that such time was taken from no one else but me. Normally, I have him play basic songs for me on his harp and finish the lesson with a few bits of information about music theory and a ten-minute lesson on the lute as a reward. I decide to work on a music lesson for Findekano instead. My harp is sitting on the floor beside it, and I pick it up and absentmindedly play a few scales and soft chord progressions, but my inspiration sleeps for a time, and I set it aside as quickly as I had picked it up.
#Songbook of laurelin full
I step over the mess and shut the door behind me, lodging an extra chair that I have nabbed from the library beneath the doorknob to keep my little brothers out (they like to burst into the room when my head is full of song and scatter my inspiration like feathers in a puff of wind), and flop onto the old sofa against the wall. I have been busy working on my compositions for my basic exams in winter, and the room is messy with discarded sheet music and twisted, broken harp strings. With an unexpected afternoon free, I wander to my music room after helping Amil with the dishes.
(Oh, and Friday's posting: Feanaro's PoV. I'm going to rate the chapter for general audiences, although there are some mild mentions of sexuality.Ĭomments and criticisms are always welcome. I'm going to try to keep this short, for once.
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