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Elvalia's Tale
Posted: 10 Jan 2004 09:25 PM |
"Ssshh!" He whispered, "Try to be quieter child or he will hear us."
The child looked towards the speaker, squinting and trying to make out his features as they moved stealthily through the forest.
"Must we kill the bear father?" she whispered, "It doesn't seem right."
The elf smiled down at her and placed his hand on her head. "He is in great pain, Elvalia. He has been wandering in agony since he was wounded by those hunters three days ago."
"I am glad you appreciate the value of life, but to kill him now will be a mercy and a blessing. If he could speak he would ask us to end his misery."
"That does not mean we should kill for killing's sake. All creatures, including us, have been granted the blessing of life by the Gods and we have no right to take away what they have given. To kill a creature for no reason or for sport is to sin against the Gods. Let us wait here."
They sat at the edge of a large glade, Elvalia lifted her face to the canopy of the trees and allowed the drops left by the recent rainstorm to fall on her skin, quietly humming an elven lullaby. Her father watched her in silence and smiled softly.
"Hush now child, he's coming!"
Elvalia shrank back into the undergrowth and watched as her father appeared to take on the hues of the forest around him, standing tall and proud, his great longbow at the ready. It was almost as tall as he, hewn from yew and tipped at each end with silver carved with pattern of leaves.
She heard a crashing through the undergrowth and turned her head to watch the great black bear as it staggered into the clearing.
Its head swung from side to side as it cast about for any strange scent, then grunted as it turned to look straight towards her. She froze as she realised the bear had somehow noticed her presence and watched, terrified, as it reared onto its hind legs and roared. Blood ran down its flanks from the terrible axe wounds left by the hunters.
She heard her father whisper, "Stay still child, do not move."
She watched, transfixed, as the bear moved towards her, it was barely twenty feet away when she heard the singing thrum of her father's bow and saw an arrow embed itself in the creature's chest, swiftly followed by three more.
The bear crashed to the earth and lay still. Her father advanced to reclaim his arrows and then began to skin the beast. "We can use this to make fine winter clothing," he said, "the meat we shall leave so that other forest beasts may at least benefit from his sad fate."
They packed the pelt and began to walk back to their home on the edge of the forest.
"Father? Do you think that someday I may beciome as mighty a ranger as you?"
The elf turned and knelt in front of his daughter, he looked at her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight filtering through the leaves, then looked deep into her green eyes and smiled.
"Perhaps in time Elvalia, After all you have a lifetime in which to learn" |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Re: Elvalia's Tale
Posted: 10 Jan 2004 09:34 PM |
| Very nice tale, Legolas will be happy to hear it from Elvalia IG =) |
Why search around when the answer is within you...?
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Elvalia's Tale Continued
Posted: 12 Jan 2004 04:56 PM |
"Into the forest now child and remember what I told you. Stay still, stay quiet and whatever happens don't come out", her father said as he gently pushed her towards the door of the lodge.
"But father, I can help! I have my bow and knife!"
"No Elvalia, this day's work is beyond your capabilities, but your day with the bow will come. Now go, quickly!"
She ran out of the house and across the wide clearing into the shadows of the great forest, then turned and ran through the trees to a place she knew well.
A hollow tree stump lay near the edge of the forest with just enough room for her to squeeze inside and stay hidden, while giving a good view of the clearing and her home.
She checked that her knife was still sheathed safely in her leggings and laid her quiver and the shortbow her father had made her within easy reach.
Looking up as she heard the door of the lodge open, she saw her father step out and scan the clearing. Satisfied that it was safe for the moment he beckoned behind him and her mother stepped out.
Then there was a shout from the far side of the clearing and an ill-favoured group of men stepped out from the trees.
"Well elf?", said their leader, a dark-skinned thug with a multitude of scars on what flesh was visible. "Have you made your decision?"
"I protect my own, these are elven lands and you have no right to come here and kill indiscriminately"
"Come now, we have heard this argument for the last twenty years, surely there is enough for everyone - there is good money to be had trading furs and game."
"Then you will have to find them elsewhere, I will not allow you to desecrate these forests any further human!"
"Well we shall have to see if we can't change your mind won't we?" the bandit leader lifted his hand and clicked his fingers.
From the trees behind him appeared the biggest pack of goblinoids Elvalia had ever seen, hobgoblins, orcs, kobolds, every race seemed to be represented.
"Kill them", said the bandit. At which point the feral creatures howled and lunged across the clearing towards her mother and father.
Elvalia almost cried out in her fear, she couldn't see how her parents could survive. Then she heard her mother chanting and saw the grass in front of the horde erupt, writhing and hissing it grasped at the feet of the nearest creatures, tripping or holding them immobile.
Then her father shot for the first time, the arrow howling towards the horde to explode as it landed, throwing bodies and body parts into the air.
Elvalia looked on in amazement, he had enchanted an arrow! Her father was an archer of the elven war bands and she had never known. He shot again and she watched as the arrow seemed to divide itself and fly at several different creatures at once, hitting each one in turn.
More creatures stepped from the forest and Elvalia saw that the creatures had thought to bring arcane assistance as shamans began weaving their incantations. Once more her mother chanted and clouds of insects rose around each of the evil magicians, interrupting their casting.
All the while she heard the singing of her father's bow as shot after shot hit its mark, and it seemed to her that even so heavily outnumbered her parents would surely survive.
Then she noticed one shaman who had somehow escaped her mother's notice standing not far in front of her and beginning to chant his words of evil. Neither of her parents had noticed and Elvalia, forgetting her fathers words, pulled an arrow from her quiver, nocked it and began to creep from her hiding place.
Her mother had begun weaving barriers of energy around herself and her husband as the goblinoids began to fire arrows at them thinking to try their luck from a distance.
Then her father noticed what Elvalia was doing and spun towards her shouting "No!"
The shout distracted her mother and her enchantment failed, allowing several of the arrows aimed at her father to find their mark.
Elvalia fell to the ground and covered her mouth with her hands to stifle the scream which was trying to force its way out.
Several of the hobgoblins and orcs leapt forward at the opportunity and Elvalia hid our eyes as weapons rose and fell in a frenzy, cutting her father to pieces.
"Hold!" the bandit captain yelled as the fell creatures approached her mother, who had slumped stunned against the wall of the lodge. "Enough! The deed is done, where is your leader?"
A hulking great brute of an orc shambled forward, "Here," said the bandit. "Four thousand pieces of gold as agreed, now disappear back to your holes and caves to count your riches."
"Nots enuff, you hire orcses an frens to kill elf, you not tell us he archer, many frens ded, you pay more now!"
"Even if I wished to I can't you fool. You have all the gold we carry."
"Wants dat." said the orc, pointing at her father's great bow which one of the bandits was admiring curiously. "We takes dat, gets plenny munny, pay widders n feed orfans."
"I think not, you have what we agreed!" shouted the bandit.
"You gives or we takes! Plenny us an not many youse human." The bandit captain looked round as if assessing the odds before nodding at his man, who threw the bow at the orc's feet.
"Good, come bruvvers, we go" Then the orcs and others ran off.
"You shudna dun that boss, we cudda got plenty fer that!"
"Shut up fool! What use is gold if you don't leave to spend it. Besides, we've still got the she-elf, bring her inside."
Her mother began to scream as she was dragged into the house. Elvalia covered her ears to block out the sound and curled into a ball.
A gentle hand touched her shoulder...
"Come child, you should not linger here, there is nothing you can do."
Looking up through tears of grief, Elvalia saw a green clad elf with silver hair leaning over her holding out his hand. "Come, this is no place for you".
She took his hand and he led her deeper into the forest as she continued to cry. Then suddenly, she seemed to come to. "Who..who are you?"
"You may call me Aros child," smiled the God. As she stood there open mouthed he continued, "As to your parents, their time had come, as it comes to all mortal creatures. They are safe now. But you have a life yet to lead and had you stayed you would have been found and killed. Go now and look to yourself, remember your parents without sadness and care for yourself. The forest will provide."
She looked back as he began to fade and his last words drifted on the wind.
"Besides, your time with the bow will come." |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Re: Elvalia's Tale Continued
Posted: 12 Jan 2004 04:58 PM |
| Well done! |
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Re: Elvalia's Tale Continued
Posted: 12 Jan 2004 04:59 PM |
| Very nice! |
I'm The Cult of Personality. |
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Life in the Forest - Aros watches
Posted: 14 Jan 2004 04:26 PM |
The young girl knelt and plunged her head into the clear water of the pool. A golden cloud spread across the surface of the water as she ran her fingers through her hair to clean it.
She stood and wrung out the longer lengths then found a rough cloth from her small pack nearby and rubbed vigorously in an effort to dry her hair.
Up above, an eagle owl blinked as it gazed down on the scene below from the branch of an oak tree.
With her hair now damp rather than dripping wet she draped the cloth across a nearby bush to dry it and taking her pack sat with her back against a large tree.
She rummaged in the pack for a while and, not finding what she needed, leant back and sighed.
"Food and fire, that's what I need first, food and fire then somewhere safe to rest.
She stood and started searching the forest floor around her, obviously looking for something. Then after a few minutes cried out in triumph and bent to pick up a large stone she had found near the bank of the pool. Running over to the base of a tree she gathered some dry dead leaves and twigs then carried them with some dry grasses over to a small patch of clear, level ground.
She placed the stone on the ground and draped it with leaves and grasses then pulled her knife from her leggings and began to use it to strike the stone sharply. Sparks began to fly as the knife hit the flint and, after a great deal of effort, the grass began to smoulder. She bent quickly and began to blow softly, adding more grass and leaves until a small flame appeared. Grunting softly she brushed the material to the floor nearby and began to add twigs and leaves until the fire caught properly, adding larger pieces of wood as the flame grew until a small, comfortable campfire burnt brightly.
Satisfied that it would not go out in her absence she walked back over to her meagre pile of possessions and picked up her short bow and quiver of arrows and slung the small pack over her shoulder. Satisfied she had everything she needed, she checked the fire once more, added a little more wood and walked off under the trees.
Above her the owl took flight to follow, moving from tree to tree to keep the girl in view.
After about an hour of walking the girl bent suddenly to the ground and ran her hands across the forest floor, “Deer, and fresh tracks too.” She stood and moved off more slowly, taking care to make as little noise as possible and scanning the ground in front of her.
After a while she bent low as she came to the edge of a small clearing and crouched to watch a small group of female deer that had gathered there. Then, strangely, she knelt on the ground and prayed, the whispered words borne off quickly by the light breeze.
“Aros, forgive me, I do not wish to kill but I am hungry and must eat, guide my hands that the beast dies swiftly and without suffering.”
She looked up sharply as an owl hooted above her then moved stealthily closer to the edge of the clearing.
Crouching, she took aim at a yearling then loosed the arrow, smiling as it struck the animal squarely in the breast and brought it down straight away. The other deer fled in panic as she walked into the clearing and picked up the carcase, draping it around her shoulders and holding it secure by its hooves.
She hurried back to the campfire with her prize and, after hurriedly adding more wood to the now smouldering small pile, set to the task of skinning and cutting up the animal. After two extremely inexpert hours’ work she had various joints of meat and not one but four pieces of deerskin. Walking back to the fire she impaled one of the smaller pieces of venison on a large stick then rammed the other end into the ground so that the meat was suspended over the flames.
Then, while the meat was cooking, she wrapped more of the meat in large leaves from a nearby shrub and stowed it in her pack. Moving to the pool she scraped the pieces of deerskin and washed them before stowing them away as well.
By now, the meat had been sizzling and dripping fat into the fire for a couple of hours so she pulled the stick from the ground and carried it over to her tree. She sat and tentatively took a small bite of the flesh. Certain now that the meat was cooked she began to eat more rapidly and soon finished it off.
After resting a short while, she proceeded to pack away the remainder of her belongings and put out the fire by kicking earth over it with her foot.
Satisfied that all was taken care of she looked around briefly then said softly, “Now for somewhere to live” and wandered off under the trees.
Up above, the owl shimmered and faded to be replaced by the figure of a silver haired elf, swinging his legs back and forth as he perched on the branch.
“Excellent!” he laughed, “I think there’s hope for you after all, young Evalia” |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Re: Elvalia and Aros
Posted: 14 Jan 2004 04:43 PM |
((wow we have good talented writer here))
I appreciate the story, great imagination you have :) |
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Re: Elvalia and Aros
Posted: 15 Jan 2004 03:16 PM |
| I'm gonna go out on a limb and say this is deffinately one of the top 10 things I've read here. |
I'm The Cult of Personality. |
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Re: Elvalia and Aros
Posted: 15 Jan 2004 03:44 PM |
*wipes away a tear* Excelent. You've brought life back to Aros, and the Elves of the realm. Thanks for the good read... it made me go back and dig up my original Aros/Elbereth material. Who knows, more of the content from the War and the coming of the Elves, might just resurface sometime soon.
Cheers to ya... and have fun with the RP.
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Life in the forest - Elvalia reflects
Posted: 15 Jan 2004 03:45 PM |
She leant back against the wall of the small cave and stared into the flames of the small fire before her.
She began to hum, not a song anybody else would recognise, but just a tune. Anything to break the silence which at times seemed almost oppressive.
"Ten years", she thought, "ten years now I have lived here alone." Her eyes roved about the cave, picking out the achievements of her life so far. The deerskins, so clumsily collected at first but now sewn - if somewhat inexpertly - into items of apparel.
The quiver of arrows that lay next to her bow. How carefully she had hoarded the original store, retrieving them where possible. How many hours had she sat studying the way her father had made them, collecting materials, trying different methods of manufacture, testing the various designs until she finally managed to make arrows which - if not perfect - were at least serviceable.
Looking in the quiver now, she was secretly quite proud that the only apparent difference was in the heads - her father had used metal while hers had been manufactured using flint.
Bow strings had been another problem, until on her travels through the forest she had come across a vine which could be stripped down into threads which, when wound together, did an adequate job.
All in all she was happy that she could survive here for as long as she wished, with no lack of food or raw materials....
During the day she had no lack of things to occupy her, whether hunting, gathering fruit or other edible plants, or just getting to know the forest paths, used and unused.
It was on long winter nights such as this that she suffered, nobody to talk to, alone with her thoughts as now....
It was at times like this that she would sit and reflect on those last days with her parents, especially on that last morning of their lives.
She still could not believe, even after all these years, that her father had managed to hide the fact that he was an archer, rather than a humble ranger.
She reached for the bow and felt the familiar tingle as she grasped it. Was that what he'd meant that day? "Your time with the bow will come." Did that mean she was to be an archer too?
Every time she held a bow she felt an almost electric feeling in her arm, almost as if the bow was trying to communicate with her in some way or her body with the bow. The feeling seemed to grow stronger the more she used it.
The thought that she might some day be able to do what she had seen her father doing both thrilled and terrified her. At the same time it left her feeling a little bemused. Why?
Why if that was the case, was she living here alone in the forest?
Aros had led her to safety and told her the forest would provide - and indeed it had, but what next?
Did he intend that she remain here forever or only until some plan came to fruition?
These were the thoughts that ran through her mind as she stared once more into the fire and slept at last, the flames reflected in the green of her eyes. |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Re: Elvalia and Legolas
Posted: 15 Jan 2004 07:48 PM |
In the moment Legolas looked to Elvalia he felt a strenght coming from her, something he never felt before, there was something about this girl.
"Vedui, Im Legolas Arwen, a pleasure to meet you" his eyes focused on Elvalia, her eyes had a green color and looking deeply into them he felt something weird...
In front of Legolas there was a kind, beautifull Elfie that had touch him from this very moment, something ment to be maybe, maybe not.. After all destiny is in Aros hands. |
Why search around when the answer is within you...?
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Re: Elvalia and Legolas
Posted: 16 Jan 2004 09:32 PM |
| This thread has really raised the bar for all future RP threads. |
I'm The Cult of Personality. |
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Life in the forest - The pilgrimage
Posted: 17 Jan 2004 03:02 PM |
"No!" She sat up sharply in the darkness reaching for her bow, then relaxed, realising what had happened and where she was. She sighed and brushed the sweat matted hair from her eyes and forehead.
Another nightmare, no different from others she had suffered over the last hundred years. Always the same scene, always the same result: watching as her father was cut to pieces because she had disobeyed him then hearing her mother's screams as she was led away by Aros.
Unable to sleep now, she lay back and stared into the darkness of the cave, trying to understand why it was she had been forced to live this way for almost one hundred years; alone but for the animals who shared the forest, shunning contact with casual travellers and hunters who passed through.
For safety of course, she could see that, but surely there ought to be something more to her life than this. She could only have been saved for a purpose other than to live out her life in this way, tormented forever by her inner demons and feelings of guilt.
Mulling these questions over in her mind she came to a decision, perhaps it was time to return home to the lodge - she was almost full grown now and more than able to take care of herself. Perhaps by returning and confronting these inner demons she would finally lay them to rest.
She rose early the next morning, took her bow and quiver and shouldered a small pack containing supplies, then stepped out into the forest. Outside she paused as always, taking in the sights and sounds around her and checking for possible danger. Happy that all was well she walked off under the trees.
Several hours later she came to a halt at the edge of the familiar clearing and looked at her former home. The lodge still stood, looking much as she remembered it, though the small fields where her mother had grown herbs and vegetables had long since become overgrown.
On impulse, she began to walk around the edge of the clearing, looking for something, then smiled as she found the hollowed out trunk. Hard to believe she had once been small enough to fit inside. She sat down on it and chewed a piece of dried venison, while looking at the lodge as trying to make a decision.
Finishing the meat, she stood and, after checking the surroundings one more time, walked across the clearing to the lodge.
Close up, it wasn't in quite as good condition as it had first appeared: the main door hung from a single hinge and, looking in, she could see that part of the roof had fallen into the main room.
She stepped inside and looked around, smashed pots and utensils littered the floor, covered by dust and debris which had blown in from outside. A tear appeared in her eye as she noticed on the table a garland of herbs her mother had made for a sick neighbour. She reached for it, then snatched her hand back as it crumbled at her touch.
Two doors led from the main room, the one on the right led to her parents' room while the one in front of her led to her room at the back of the lodge.
She pushed open the door and stepped in, taking in the small bed and the few possessions scattered about the floor where they had been thrown by the hunters. In one corner she could see a doll which had been made by her father - pulled apart and thrown in pieces to the floor.
Leaving her room she walked slowly towards the door of her parents' room. As she pushed it, it fell to the floor with a crash and a cloud of dust and cobwebs. This room was much like the others, belongings scattered everywhere, torn and ripped apart.
There was one difference, however. In one corner, curled into a foetal position, lay a skeleton, its hands drawn up to protect the head.
She knew at once who it was and tears ran down her face as she recognised scraps of the robe her mother had worn on that day, sobbing now as she noticed faint bloodstains marking the material. Reaching for the bed she pulled off one of the tattered covers to cover the body and then knelt beside it and wept.
How long she remained like that she would never know, but her head snapped up suddenly as she heard harsh laughter coming from outside the lodge. Bow at the ready she crept from the room and crouched in the shadows as she looked out through the main doorway.
"Where d'yer fink yer goin' Travis, I wuddn go in there if I wus you"
"Wossat? Why?"
"'aunted is why, some ol' elf witch. My granda' use ter talk as 'ow they killed 'er husban' 'ere then 'ad some fun wiv 'er. Now she 'aunts the place ter get revenge."
"Never did believe rubbish like that."
"Well, s'up to you I spose, tho' they do say as any man goes in there an' meets her 'as the flesh stripped from 'is body wiv one glance."
At this the man who had been approaching the lodge stopped, doubt appearing on his face."
"Probly right, nuffink in there anyhows I don' spose"
"Slit 'er froat they said cos she pullt a knife on one of 'em"
"Wot 'appened to 'er ol' man then?" said Travis
"Cut to bits I 'eard," said the other as he bent to pick up something which had been hidden in the grass. "Why this could be th ol' feller right 'ere" he said, holding up a skull then kicking it into the trees.
"Come on, we'd best go, I don' like to be in these parts after dark"
Rage coursed through Elvalia as she watched them leave and a plan formed in her mind, hatred for these people pushed reason aside as she thought "Perhaps it's time I became a hunter myself, perhaps it's time these people learnt what it is to fear."
Readying her bow she crept off in the direction the two humans had taken under the trees.
At the other end of the clearing a silver haired elf clad in green strode out into the open, readied an arrow and fired it at the lodge, where it instantly burst into flame, consuming the building and its contents.
"There are times, Aros, when you are a fool. You should have done this years ago. Oh, Elvalia, I can see I will need to keep a closer eye on you......" |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Elvalia and Aros
Posted: 18 Jan 2004 01:42 PM |
The hunter tripped over the fallen bough and crashed to the ground.
"For goodness sake Rubin can you not be more careful?" said his companion, "How can we be expected to catch anything when you make enough noise to waken the dead?"
"I don't know why we came here anyway," said Rubin as he got to his feet, "You heard what Tappen said in the tavern the other evening, hunters are going missing in these parts."
"If you believed everything Tappen said while in his cups you'd never leave your home, the man's a fool."
"I dunno, I heard stories about some elf years ago, they say his family was wiped out by hunters and his spirit has returned to get revenge."
"Ha! You sure that's water in that canteen? Old wives' tales and ghosts don't scare me. Besides, from what I heard that elf deserved everything he got, gave our folk a lot of trouble before they sorted him. Anyway, it was a hundred years ago! What makes you think he's gonna wait this long before doing his stuff? You're getting as bad as Tappen. Now come on, there's deer near here and I want to get back to the village before dark. I suggest you lay off the hard stuff for a while Rubin. It's obviously affecting your brain, elf ghosts indeed I never heard ....."
His words were cut short as an eagle feathered arrow suddenly sprouted in his throat, closesly followed by two more in his chest. As he fell to the earth gurgling, Rubin readied his axe and stared around wildly at the trees.
"I suggest you leave these parts now, human, if you value your llife."
Rubin whirled around in terror frantically trying to identify where the voice was coming from.
"You will not see me, so there is little point in trying. Go tell your bestial friends in that stinkhole of a village that this forest is once more protected. If they wish to buy game here they may find the price a little higher than they are willing to pay."
Arrows shot from the darkness to land in a circle around his feet.
"Go now and be thankful I am more merciful than some of your friends."
Rubin, by now almost hysterical, turned and ran screaming back the way he and his friend had come.
Laughter pealed through the trees and the undergrowth parted to reveal an elf maiden just reaching her maturity. She pulled down her hood to reveal slightly tousled blonde hair and scanned her immediate surroundings with deep green eyes. She was clad from head to foot in deerskins, which looked as if they had been sewn together inexperctly to say the least. She carried a quiver full of home made arrows (considerably better made) and a well used shortbow.
Satisfied that she ws indeed alone, she stepped lightly over to the dead hunter.
"Elf ghost indeed, what superstitious fools these humans are!"
She bent over the hunter and dragged him by his feet into the undergrowth to conceal the corpse then returned to erase any sign on the forest floor.
"I think that is quite enough of this don't you?"
She froze. It was seldom if ever that anything managed to take her unawares, almost a century alone in the forest had given her an uncanny sense of self-preservation.
"I really don't think your father would we pleased to see his daughter now, do you?
She spun around...and then dropped abruptly to her knees.
"Aros! I.. I"
"Is there a particular reason you have become a murderess or is it just bloodlust?"
She blanched, "Aros..."
"Your life is wasted here child, I cannot deny that some might say these hunters are evil, others might say it is just their livlihood. Nevertheless, this path you have taken is a curious form of revenge, given that those who killed your parents are long since dead. Some peacefully in their beds, others - which will doubtless please you - a touch more violently."
The God looked at her thoughtfully, "Or could there be some other reason? Guilt perhaps?"
Elvalia, bowed her head and began to cry, hiding her head in her hands as Aros laid his hand on her shoulder.
"Ah, I see my arrow has hit its mark. So you think that by killing these men you will erase the memory of your father's death. Oh yes, I have watched while you tossed and turned in your sleep and screamed 'I'm sorry father!' reliving the nightmare events of that morning.
If you carry on down this path your guilt will only grow to include the murders you have committed, twisting your mind until you become a shadow of your former self, a creature of evil and despair.
Aros nodded towards the corpse in the undergrowth. "Did it not occur to you that he may have had a family? Perhaps a daughter whose only crime was to love her father and whose grief would now be no less than yours? Everything you do has consequences, I would have you remember this."
He bent to take her by the arm and as she stood said "Come with me."
They walked deeper into the forest until they came to a small clearing where Aros sat and bade her do the same.
"Listen, you are now an elf full grown, I have watched you since last we met and have marvelled at your survival - even if your sewing leaves something to be desired." Elvalia blushed and tried to pull the deerskins so they covered her form a little more appropriately.
"It speaks well of your determination and you will need all of that in years to come. It is time for you to leave the forest, Elvalia. Evils still stalk the world and your destiny lies elsewhere. I do not pretend to see all endings but I do see that you will be of use to me in the future."
He held her chin in his hand and lifted her head, "I see in those green eyes of yours, besides beauty, a sense of goodness and honour and more than a hint of steel. All of which will soon be needed in the world."
"It is time for you to move on, you have been alone for far too long and there are those out in the world beyond this forest who need your aid, who need the person you will someday become.
"Your path through life will not be an easy one, you will know fear, anger and despair. But you will also now joy, happiness, friendship and - who knows - maybe even love.
But if that is not enough to tempt you to leave these trees, I will also give you a task.
A look of puzzlement mixed with interest crossed Elvalia's features.
"I would have you find your father's bow, it is a thing of great worth and of no use at all where it currently lies. By searching for that bow, though it might take a lifetime, you will find your true destiny."
"To start on this path, you must leave the forest. Head south and in a few days you will find the Inn of the Four Winds. It is easy enough to travel on from there but I would suggest you head for Midor, you are sure to find friends there."
"Go," he waved his hand at her, "leave now! You have wasted enough time here."
He watched as she slowly climbed to her feet, gathered her few belongings and walked off to the south - pausing only to check the position of the sun through the trees.
As the blonde head faded from sight into the darkness of the trees Aros smiled.
"The world has waited long enough for you." |
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Elrith Mellin
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Elvalia and Legolas
Posted: 21 Jan 2004 10:21 AM |
The bearded man sat rocking gently to the motion of the cart and eyed his fellow travellers. Most had been lulled to sleep by the motion of the vehicle as it rolled through the lands south of Port Royale.
Opposite, a young girl slumped against the boards of the wagon, legs drawn up in front of her with her hooded head bowed over her knees, obviously asleep.
Two Halflings lay curled up in the corner, snoring gently as they slept off the effect of last night’s ale.
Next to him slept a fat, balding merchant, and it was he who interested our subject most, or - more particularly – it was the fat purse which had slipped from his jerkin and now lay invitingly within reach.
His hand edged slowly across the floorboards towards its mark, fingers aping the movements of a spider’s legs as they stalked their prey. Just a little further, then…got it! He started to lift the purse quietly towards him when a voice came from opposite.
“Well, well, you seem to have had good fortune today friend, so far at any rate.”
Startled, he looked up into a pair of deep green eyes gazing steadily at him. In other circumstances he might have taken the time to appreciate their beauty, but at the moment his attention was somewhat distracted by the fully drawn short bow and the arrow pointed directly at him. About six inches away and roughly on a level with his nose.
“Err, my hand slipped.”
“So it seems. Well, friend perhaps you’d better find yourself an alternative mode of transport before mine does.” A slow smile appeared on the face of the blonde elf maiden who then gestured at the side of the wagon behind him and said, “Go on!”
The merchant beside him had now woken and, seeing his purse on the floorboard beside him, had guessed what had happened.
The bearded man decided that following the elf’s advice was probably better than chancing the anger of his fellow travellers and climbed clumsily over the side of the wagon. Forced to watch as the cart rolled off to the accompaniment of light elven laughter carried on the wind.
“It seems I owe you a debt of gratitude young lady, not many would have cared Miss err?”
She seemed to look him over warily before coming to the decision to trust him, and then said, “Elvalia, Elvalia Mellebin.”
“Well you have my thanks Miss Elvalia, and for your troubles…” he dug into the purse and pulled out a handful of gold pieces. “Little enough, but you have saved me a great deal more. Take them, I insist.”
She held out her hand and watched as the coins dropped into her palm. “It was no trouble sir, but thank you”. Then she pulled her hood back over her head before resuming her earlier position.
Some hours later the cart pulled into Midor and the passengers climbed stiffly out of it. Elvalia looked around in dismay at the tall buildings and crowds of people wandering the streets. She checked her jerkin to make sure she still had the letter she had been given at the Four Winds Inn then decided to walk towards the temple and ask for directions.
“‘Lo there girl, don’t believe I know thee. Going somewhere?”
Elvalia turned to see a flame haired elven woman dressed in a glittering chain.
“Name’s Avari, pleased to meet you.”
Elvalia smiled “I’m Elvalia, pleased to meet you too, err, I don’t suppose you could help me with some directions? I was given a letter by a man named Davidson to deliver to his brother who is at the Midorian outpost near here. Do you know where I might find him?”
“Oh, s’easy, just head north then a bit west and you can’t miss him.” She looked over Elvalia’s head and smiled as she said, “Hey, Legolas! Have you met Elvalia?”
Elvalia turned and looked into the blue eyes of a tall silver haired elf, smiled broadly and said, “Pleased to meet you Legolas.”
The elf seemed to study her for a moment, then, smiling broadly in return said, “Vedui.” |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Elvalia and Ferein - The Prelude
Posted: 23 Jan 2004 10:23 AM |
Evalia sat on the shore of the lake in Elbereth's Tears and gazed across the water at the statue. She had returned here often over the past few days, ever since Legolas had taken it upon himself to be her personal guide through places she could scarcely even have imagined let alone seen.
It was Legolas who had first shown her this spot, and it was here that she had first felt a quickening of the attraction they had held for each other ever since that first meeting barely a week ago. While she couldn't deny her feelings for him, they had been hard for her to cope with, she was not used to trusting anybody but herself and was hard pressed to understand feelings which had been suppressed ever since the death of her parents.
So she came here alone, as often as she could, trying to find in external peace what she lacked in the turmoil of her inner thoughts and feelings. She reached across to her pack and took out the cloak Legolas had given her three days ago, buried her face in it and cried.
Why did he have to do this? Why did he have to ask this of her?
The evening before he had asked her if she wanted to visit Ferein with him. She could still see the look on his face as she told him she had no intention of going there with him or anybody else. Then the hurt when she wouldn't tell him why.
She stood, still crying, and walked into the shade of a nearby tree where she threw herself onto the ground, covered herself with the cloak, and cried herself to sleep.
And dreamt...and watched....
Elvalia woke and lifted her head from the pillow, disturbed by the sound of voices from the next room. She climbed from her bed and crept over to the door which was open just enough for her to see her parents arguing at the table in the next room.
"No Arod, do not do this! Why must you face these people? We could leave now and be long gone before morning, we could start up somewhere else."
"Not this time, Elmirie, twenty years ago I walked away from conflict and look where it has led us. I will not do so again. Besides, Ferein will send aid. The messages were sent days ago, they would not abandon us..."
"Ferein! They already have! Here is your answer, it arrived while you were out this evening," she threw the parchment onto the table, "No one is coming Arod, now will you see sense?"
"We fight. I will not run. Besides, if Elvalia lives it will not have been in vain."
"And how will she survive with us both dead? A child, alone out here? You have not thought his through, Arod!"
"Aros will watch over her.”
"Aros! Does Aros not think her survival would be better served with the survival of her parents?"
"You know I cannot answer that Elmirie, His ways are his own but if we have faith we will survive.”
“Oh, Arod, I just wish I could believe, that I could be as certain as you!”
Her mother knelt beside her father’s chair and they embraced. The she smiled up at him, “but whatever comes, we will stand together as always.”
“Not the child though, she must escape, she has much to do.”
“Yes,” her mother whispered.
In the bedroom the young girl pushed the door closed quietly closed and climbed into her bed. Wondering what the morrow would bring. And slept…
And woke….
Elvalia wiped the sleep from her eyes and gazed across the lake.
“Perhaps it is time, I shall go with Legolas to Ferein and face the past.” |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Re: The story so far
Posted: 26 Jan 2004 08:10 PM |
Apologies to those who had posted replies to some of the earlier instalments, but due to developments IG and the fact that I thought 100 years in the forest alone needed some explanation, I've moved posts around so they fit chronologically (which means the replies look a little out of place)
More to follow shortly =) |
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Elvalia and Ferein
Posted: 28 Jan 2004 07:43 AM |
The silver haired elf ran into the clearing from under the trees, then turned and waited. A few seconds later another elf, this time female and blonde, ran up and sat on a fallen tree, trying to catch her breath.
"Are you alright?" said the elf
"Legolas, if we have to run the gauntlet of those trolls just to get to Ferein I think I'd just as soon not bother."
"But it is our home!"
"Your home, Legolas, your home. I keep telling you I wasn't born there and left to myself would sooner not go there."
A bemused look passed across Legolas' features, "But why? I don't understand, there is no danger there."
"Never mind, let's just go shall we? Let's get this over with."
Legolas frowned, stood silent for a moment, then nodded and ran off once more.
Some time later they came to a halt at a pair of massive wooden gates.
"Here it is" said Legolas, "the entrance to Ferein. Let's go in." He pushed the gates opened then turned as he realised no one had answered.
Elvalia had sat with her back to the gates on the grass beside the track.
"I'll see you later Legolas, don't worry I'll be safe if I wait for you here."
"So you're not going in.........why?"
"I....I just can't! There are things here to do with my past that I'm just not ready to deal with yet. Maybe someday, but.... but not today." her voice tailed off to a whisper.
Legolas walked over and sat beside her. "What 'things'? I don't understand. Surely you can tell me? Surely you trust me enough to help or at least undertand?"
She looked up at him and smiled through the tears which were running down her cheeks, "Maybe someday, but not here, not now. Go in and do what you have to do, I'll be fine here."
Still looking more than a little confused, Legolas stood. "Alright, I won't be long."
She heard the gates swing closed behind him after he had walked through and sighed with relief.
She had thought that by coming here, she would be able to get answers, answers to some of the puzzles which plagued her life. She knew now that even if she had gone inside and found those answers, she would not have been ready for them. That was for another time.
Her main worry was how to explain to Legolas. How could she tell someone she loved that the reason she couldn't enter his home city is because she didn't trust his people? How could she explain that she held them responsible for her parents' death? |
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Elvalia's Tale - Aros makes his choice
Posted: 29 Jan 2004 09:20 AM |
The three elves crept silently through the passages of the mage's home. They had come here on a rescue mission, having heard of animals being confined and used in some form of magical experimentation.
The experiments at least would cease if nothing else, they had spoken with the mage, tried to reason with him, and then killed him when he attacked. They were now searching the remainder of the underground complex releasing animals as they went.
Up front walked a silver-haired elf, barely keeping his urge to run in check, Legolas Arwen.
Behind him the spluttering torchlight reflected from the flame hair and glittering green links of the armour worn by Avari Lorellin, eyes everywhere as she prowled along the corridor like a cat, bow at the ready.
At the rear walked the slight figure of another female elf, Elvalia. Eyes fixed firmly on Avari's back but seemingly paying little attention to her surroundings.
It had been some days since the trip to Ferein with Legolas and still her thoughts about it troubled her. Should she tell him and risk losing someone she had come to love or try and find some other way to resolve the problem?
She looked up to find that the other two had disappeared from view. The passage ahead forked to the left and right, reaching the junction she looked both left and right and stood listening intently but there was no sign of either of them, not even the sound of receding footsteps.
Making a random choice she stalked off down the left hand passage, inwardly cursing herself for her lack of attention.
A little way ahead there was another junction, passages leading off once more both to left and right.
Creeping up to the junction, bow at the ready she listened.... nothing...she peered warily around the corner to the right.
Two diseased dryads stood there and unfortunately spotted her straight away. She jumped out into the corridor and began to fire rapidly at first one, then the other, hoping to interrupt the incantations they had already begun chanting.
One of them fell to the ground, her heart pierced by one of Elvalia's arrows, she was turning her attention to the other when a hammer blow to the side of her head smashed her to the ground.
She just had time to register blinding pain and blood seeping across the floor - her blood - when everything went dark....
Her vision began to clear and she looked up to see two faces full of concern looking down at her. "You all right Elvalia?" said Avari as Legolas sighed with relief and wiped the remaining tears from his face.
"I think so Avari," she said as she stood and reflexively put her hand to the side of her head. "A little bit shaky, that's all. What happened?"
She span round as a familiar voice from behind her said. "You died, you really must learn to be more careful child. Try looking behind you in future."
She sank to her knees, "My Lord Aros!"
"Rise, child, rise. Who is in charge of this party, and what are you doing in such a foul place?"
Avari scratched her head, "That's me I s'pose Aros, an I understan' if ye feel angry but we came because we heard animals were sufferin’."
"Hmm, a noble cause then, but I would have thought you could take better care of your party Avari."
"Oh my lord it wasn't Avari's fault really!" said Elvalia, blushing as the God turned to look at her. "It was mine, I.. I was daydreaming,” she mumbled.
"Again?" he said, looking at her sharply. Then smiled, "Well, no matter. As it happens your death was rather fortuitous, I have a task for you three."
The three elves looked at each other in bewilderment. "Us Aros?" said Avari.
"Yes, come here Avari." Avari walked closer. "Take this, it is an artefact of great evil which I would have destroyed before it fall into the wrong hands. I want you to take it to Helkris, she will know what to do with it."
"A long journey Aros an a dangerous one, might we enlist the help of some friends?" Said Avari, looking at the stone dubiously as she stowed it in her pack.
"No this task is for you three, no more, no less. I would have it done secretly and at once. Get what supplies you need by all means, but don't delay any longer than necessary."
"Jus the three of us, I have me doubts about this milord"
"Look on it as a test, I have plans for you three." The looks of bemusement and trepidation were now replaced by complete confusion on the faces of the three elves.
Before they had a chance to speak further, Aros continued.
"I wouldn't have you go entirely unaided however, Elvalia, come here child."
Elvalia walked up to Aros, smiling sheepishly. "My Lord?"
"Take this", he said, conjuring a suit of padded armour seemingly from nowhere. "It's better than what you where and might stop you calling on my services quite so often." Aros grinned as she took the gift and whispered her thanks.
"Something for you too, I think Legolas,” he said then, handing the elf a bow.
"Could I give it to Elvalia, my Lord? It is better than the one she has."
"It is yours to do with as you see fit. Now go, equip yourselves and begin the journey, a task and a test. You may learn something about yourselves. Be safe we will speak again soon I am sure."
Then, laughing, he disappeared.
The three elves looked at each other.
"Well, we seem to have a knack for attractin' trouble. Let's go."
After having stocked up on food and other necessities, the three companions set out from the Great Plains, heading for Icy Vale. "It isn’t too dangerous till we leave there," said Avari, "but I figger we'd best be sneakin' most of the way, I don't really want to kill animals such as those wolves in Whipsnade Pass. An I don' think us three are ready to take on what lies beyon' Icy Vale on our own. Do ye know the way to Helkris' temple Legolas? Ye know my sense of direction an its probly best we don' get lost on this trip."
The other two grinned as Legolas said "Yes, I have been there before, I can find it."
"Good, then we'll head for the inn at Icy Vale an rest up there a little while before going further. I aim ter get through this without having to fight if we can. We're pretty well fixed for shootin' but I don' fancy going head to head with snow orcs an polar bears, an they're jus' the least of our worries. I ain't sure our reception from Helkris will be a frenly one."
After half a day of stealthy, if uneventful, travelling, the three companions sat in the Icy Vale Inn and pondered the next step of their journey
"So far so good," said Avari, "but we ain't there yet. An them snow orcs have sharper eyes than most of the beasts we're likely ter meet."
"I can make us all invisible," said Legolas, "we're all pretty quiet when we need to be. If we can get through Cold Canyon quickly and quietly we should be able to avoid them."
"Good enough, no stoppin' for sight seein' then" Avari replied, then grinned at Elvalia "an no daydreamin' either please."
After a quick meal and a couple of hours rest they gathered at the gate, which barred the road to Cold Canyon.
They waited while Legolas cast spells to make them invisible, or practically so, each of them could still just make out the shimmering forms of the others.
“Right, lead on Legolas, an let’s make this fast, we don’ want to be in the canyon when the spells wear off.” Said Avari.
They pushed open the gate and crept off up the road into the canyon, trying to keep each other in view. A task that was made slightly easier by the falling snow hitting their barely visible forms.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, listening to the guttural voices of the snow orcs as they called to each other in the hills above, the three friends had made it two thirds of the way through the canyon when there was a loud thud followed by a whisper. “Sorry, tripped over a rock!” said Avari’s voice. They froze and listened, sighing with relief as no reaction came; the orcs either hadn’t heard or if they had, had merely assumed it was snow falling from a tree.
A few minutes later the three of them entered the woods at the end of the canyon, not a moment too soon as Elvalia, closely followed by the others, became visible once more.
“This is turnin’ out to be easier’n I thought,” said Avari, “Jus’ the Sea of Ice to cross an’ we’re home and dry.”
They passed quickly through the woods and stopped to look out over a frozen expanse, dotted with small clumps of snow-covered trees, rocks and frozen streams and pools.
After checking for any danger, a task made easier by the lack of falling snow, they started out across the frozen plain. Single file and bows at the ready.
Two hours later, Avari’s voice floated back through the wind from the head of the file “Almost there, thank Aros, my feet are freezin’”
Elvalia laughed softly and looked up towards where Avari was walking, ready to reply in kind, but in doing so her foot slipped and she slid down the bank of the frozen stream beside which she had been walking.
She slid across the ice, which was fortunately thick enough to support her weight, and reached out a hand to a large drift of snow to support her as she rose.
She watched dismayed as her hand sank into the drift to encounter something warm, and jumped backwards as a polar bear erupted from where it had been sleeping, roaring angrily. Struggling to bring her bow to bear she screamed as a swipe of the bears paw opened a huge gash down her left arm. Unable to use her bow she fumbled at the hilt of her scimitar as the bear poised to strike again, only to collapse on the ice with a sigh as arrows from Avari’s bow buried themselves in its chest.
Legolas arrived quickly and Elvalia watched the gash heal through healing magic as Avari walked up. “You know Elvalia, I’m beginnin’ to think you’re as good at findin’ trouble as I am, “she said with a grin. She reached out to grasp Elvalia’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, not far to go now an we’d best be away from here before other bears scent the blood.”
Passing quickly across the remaining wastes, meeting nothing more than a couple of strange, bloated winged beasts – which were quickly despatched with arrow volleys – they came to a halt at the gates of Helkris’ temple.
“So we made it, but the danger ain’t over yet. Be wary, she’s a slippery one or so I’ve heard.” Said Avari as she stepped through the door.
Elvalia looked around at the interior of the temple in wonder. Outside it had seemed to be constructed from dark grey granite, but inside light seemed to shine through walls like ice – giving the whole interior a bright blue glow.
Along the side walls of the temple stood a series of mirrors, showing no reflections, just mist which seemed to swirl like wind blown clouds. At the end stood an old woman who gazed at the three of them intently.
“Visitors! Strange, I don’t get many visitors these days, and now I wonder just why you are here.”
“We come on an errand from my lord Aros,” said Avari, pulling the artefact from her pack to place it on the ground before Helkris. “He asks that we deliver it to you so that ye might destroy it.”
Helkris gazed at the stone intently and passed her hands over it, “Hmm, evil, so evil – yes I can understand why he would want this done. But I do nothing for free, everything has a price and since he is not here to pay I wonder… would the three of you be willing?”
They looked nervously at each other, then Avari scratched her head as she looked at Helkris and said “Well if it’s gold ye’re after, we don’t have much, but what there is ye can have an welcome.”
Light tinkling laughter erupted from Helkris’ lips, sounding much younger than she looked. “Money? I have no need of money; some of your time is all I require. Step this way, Avari. A look of surprise passed across Avari’s face as she followed Helkris to the altar, which held a crystal orb.
“Look into the orb and tell me what you see.”
Light within the globe reflected on Avari’s features as her gaze settled on something deep within the crystal; “A child,” she said.
“Yes, a child – your child.”
“Mine! But that’s impossible!” A cloud passed across Avari’s features. “Coruva and I can have no children. I would not have a child if it means betraying him.”
“There will be no betrayal, Avari, talk to your child.”
A look of delight appeared on Avari’s face as she began to whisper to whatever she could see. Helkris, meanwhile, turned to Legolas, “And now for you elf. Come this way.”
She led him to one of the mirrors and told him to look into it. Somewhat warily, Legolas did as he was asked.
“What do you see?”
“My… my father.” Said Legolas
“Yes, you admire him, want to become a bow crafter like him – or perhaps greater? You will need him, talk to him.”
As Legolas began speaking to the vision within the mirror, Helkris turned at last to Elvalia, who was by now shivering with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
“And now for you child,” she said, leading Elvalia to a mirror on the opposite side of the temple to Legolas. “Look into it, tell me what you see.” With a last glance at each of her companions, Elvalia turned and looked into the misty glass. At first she could see nothing, but gradually the mists began to resolve themselves into a shape – one that was all too familiar. She stiffened.
“What is it child, what do you see?”
“A bow.”
“Yes, look closer! Who carries it?” Elvalia concentrated on the mists and a figure slowly came into view, a female elf in elven chain, a blonde female elf.
“It is you Elvalia, talk to her.”
Elvalia began to speak wonderingly to the figure before her. How long she spoke, or what was said she could not remember after, but gradually the mists thickened and…
She looked around to find herself standing with her companions among the standing stones near the Four Winds Inn. Each of them looked as surprised and bemused as she felt. Then a familiar voice spoke from behind them and they turned to face the speaker.
“Well done, you have passed the test, “said Aros. “And in doing so learnt something of yourselves, learnt the future for that is what you saw. Everything will come to pass but there will be a price.”
“There is as I am sure you are aware great evil abroad in the world, and I have bethought myself for some time of how this evil might be confronted. I am concerned for my people; Ferein is weak, having not fully recovered from Tarik’s attack. Those who remain alive are busy with rebuilding and have little time to spare on thoughts of defence. I am concerned that should Ferein be attacked once more it will fall, so I need those I know to be loyal, of good intent to form the core of a guard, a cadre if you will of elite protectors. Each must be master of the bow, naturally, but also bring an assortment of skills to the group. You have proved by this test that you are the elves I seek. For now speak to no one of this, you will know when I wish your existence to become known. Know each of you that you have my trust and carry my hopes for the future.”
Aros grinned, “No need to thank me but I am sure I could spare a little time if you have questions.”
He looked from one to the other. Avari remained silent, apparently still in shock. Legolas merely beamed at Aros and shook his head.
As the God turned his gaze on Elvalia she had the uncanny feeling that he wanted her to ask the question which sprang to her lips.
“The bow my Lord, the one in the mirror?” he smiled and nodded encouragingly.
Tears began to run down her cheeks, “It was my father’s wasn’t it? Then I will find it?”
“You will my child, you will, when you are ready.”
She bowed then, beaming, and heard him say “Be safe my children, be safe.” And when she rose he had disappeared.
She looked at the others. Legolas came towards her, “I have to go my love, I have to speak with my father.” She smiled and nodded, looking past him at Avari – who still seemed frozen to the spot – “I understand, go I’ll see you later, I think it best if I stay and speak to Avari.”
“All right.” Said Legolas before running off down the hill.
Elvalia walked over to her friend, and placed her hand on her shoulder, Avari seemed at last to come out of her trance and looked round to smile at her.
“Avari, I’m so happy for you – a child!”
“Aye, but I think that despite Aros’ words there is one I ought to tell, Aros guides my hands an feet but not my deeds, an Coruva has a right to know I think.”
Elvalia nodded then smiled as she heard a familiar voice from below, “Avari! Yer up there woman? Where a ya been all day?”
Avari called down, “Up here husband at the stones!” then turned to Elvalia. “Before today we were friends an’ good ones I think, but now you seem almost like a blood sister.” Elvalia grasped her friend’s hand and said, “I would be honoured.”
“The honour is mine too Elvalia, that our bows will sing together.”
Elvalia heard Coruva stumping up behind her and turned, “You need some time alone together, I think. I’ll see you later at the Inn. Nodding to Coruva she turned to Avari.
“Be safe Blood Sister.”
As Avari smiled she turned, laughed at Coruva’s bemused expression and ran down the hill and into the trees. |
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Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Birth of an archer
Posted: 01 Feb 2004 01:12 PM |
It had been three weeks since her selection by Aros as a protector of Ferein, and the original euphoria had worn off somewhat.
The old doubts had returned, to some extent got worse since now she had been charged by her God to defend the city. More and more she found herself wondering how she could do this and overcome the feeling of betrayal that still nagged at the back of her mind. That dream… her parents arguing… her mother telling her father that no help would be coming from Ferein. Was it a just a dream or a barely remembered memory?
Her own feelings of guilt were still strong but had faded into the background lately in comparison to her feeling that they would have lived if Ferein had sent aid. How could she defend people who had failed to aid their own?
Then there was her arm. She had first noticed as a child a tingling feeling in her arm whenever she touched a bow. Lately it had intensified to the point where it was almost painful. What it was she didn’t know although she had her suspicions.
She had even gone so far as to approach one of the few people she trusted about it and had questioned Avari as they sat in an inn one evening.
“Avari, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, that’s if you don’t mind telling me of course.”
“Go ahead, I’ll answer if I can, but if ye don’t ask the question ye’ll never know”
“How did you become an archer?”
“Well,” Avari smiled, “I don’t know as I ever ‘became’ one, some might say I was born to it and always was one. I don’ recall ever makin’ a choice. Why?”
“It’s difficult to explain, really. Ever since I was a child I’ve had a sort of itch in my arm, I only feel it when I hold a bow. Lately it’s got a lot worse, more powerful, like something’s waiting to explode. I don’t know, it’s almost as if my body is trying to connect to the bow somehow.”
Avari’s eyes narrowed and she smiled, “Can’t say as I ever felt that way, myself, but then maybe different folks are affected in different ways. I tell ye this though, ye have nothing to be worried about. It’s clear ye’re meant for the bow an’ I’m happy to have ye at me side in a fight. If it’s meant to be it’ll come I’m sure.”
Elvalia nodded thoughtfully and the conversation moved on to other matters.
A few days later she was walking with Legolas when she noticed him staring at her feet.
“Is something wrong?” She said, looking down herself.
“I think it’s time we found you some boots, you can’t go on wearing those much longer, they’re falling apart.”
“She looked down at the deerskin leggings she had made herself a year or so ago. It was true they were looking more than a little the worse for wear.” So what would you suggest?”
“I’ve heard that there is a good pair of enchanted boots held by the hill giants, it seems a shame to pay when we can get them for nothing.”
“All right, if you want.”
A few hours later, and they were in the thick of it, Legolas drawing giants out one by one then hacking away at them with his sword while Elvalia provided support from behind with her bow. So far at least it had been a highly successful tactic and neither had received so much as a scratch.
As another giant fell Legolas wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to look at her. “We make a good team.”
Elvalia smiled and nodded, then shouted: “Look out!”
Legolas span around, raising his sword and shield as another giant lumbered from the mist, but his foot caught on a root and he tripped, dropping his weapon.
The giant sensed an easy kill and lunged forward, raising a wicked looking club above his head.
Elvalia planted her feet, drew the string of her bow as far as it would go and took aim at the giant’s head. Once more she felt the painful shock through her left arm. This time it didn’t stop and flew through her hand to the bow and then the arrow. The bow sang and the arrow buried itself to the feathers between the giant’s eyes.
Without as much as a murmur, the giant crashed to the earth.
Legolas got to his feet and looked back at her, “I thought that was it, good shot!”
Elvalia wasn’t even listening; she stood looking down at her bow, mouth open wide in shock.
The tingling had stopped.
The bow sat easily in her hand almost as if it was part of her
“What I don’t understand is how the arrow managed to get such power.” Said Legolas.
Elvalia shrugged, “Luck I suppose, let’s go back now – I’ll buy some boots and besides, I need to see Avari about something.”
With a slightly puzzled look on his face Legolas walked back the way they had come, “All right my love.”
As she turned to follow him Elvalia looked down once more at her bow and a smile of satisfaction began to light up her features. |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Re: Birth of an archer
Posted: 01 Feb 2004 02:05 PM |
| You have given Aros some good stuff to work with! ;) |
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Decisions
Posted: 02 Feb 2004 08:46 AM |
The guards at the gate to Midor turned and watched the young girl walk out of the gate, head down, deep in thought.
"Would you mind putting that bow away, citizen."
She looked up at them questioningly then realised they were addressing her.
"Oh! Sorry," she said. Smiling as she slung the longbow over her shoulder. Then turning to walk off up the road to the Great Plains.
Passing quickly across the Plains, she came to the dark overhanging trees outside Mirghul, "Well, here we go again," she thought, passing into the trees. Moving stealthily she crept through the goblin guards, skirting the ruins until she came stepped from the trees into Brandibuck Vale.
She stopped at the gate to the village and gazed at one of the halfling guards. "Have you seen another elf pass this way - silver haired, wearing padded armour?"
The guard smirked, "Oh him, he's been here for days, can't keep him away from the hemp fields."
"Thankyou," she said, wandering off through the village until she came to the fields and found Legolas rushing around collecting hemp as if he expected the species to die out.
She smiled, "Hey my love, someone told me I would find you here - busy?"
He looked up and smiled, "You heard what Aros said about my destiny, to be a master bow crafter I need materials."
"Yes, but I don't think he meant you had to achieve your destiny before the month was out." She laughed.
"Anyway, I'm glad I found you, we need to talk."
"About what?" He said, moving on to the next row of plants and barely paying attention.
"Ferein."
"Ferein, why? Has something happened?"
"Not that I know of, but I still need to talk."
"I'm a little busy - can't it wait?"
"I don't think so, you see I don't think I can do what Aros asked."
That stopped him, a look of surprise and disbelief appeared on his face. "Why not?"
"How can I be a protector of a people who allowed my parents to die?"
Legolas sighed, "That again - they aren't all responsible for that you know. You can't hold a whole city responsible for what happened."
"Then who should I hold responsible? May father died looking after there interests, somebody decided not to help him - if nothing else there should be records."
"Probably," nodded Legolas, "there will also be a lot of people still alive who remember him, but you ought to know that not everybody liked him."
"What! What do you mean?"
"Just... well... I've heard it said that some disliked the way he just gave up and walked out on the city, that he didn't care to help."
"How can you say that? He was a great archer! He fought as bravely as anybody in Ferein's name!"
"And then walked away and left them to it."
Elvalia stood silent, the shock obvious on her face.
"Are you saying that my father was some sort of traitor?!"
He began to look a little awkward, "No, I've seen a picture of him in a book, described as one of Ferein's most famous archers, all I'm saying is he was disliked for walking away. Now, if you'll excuse me I really don't have time for this." He turned away and began to concentrate on the plants once more.
Elvalia stood glowering at him, flexing her fingers in fury, torn between storming off and marching over to scream at him.
"'lo there you two, summat up?"
Elvalia span and sighed with relief as she saw Avari.
"You could say that, come with me and I'll explain and he - jerking her head in Legolas' direction - can get on with his gardening."
Avari struggled to stop herself smiling, "All right." she said.
They walked away from the fields and sat down on the slope in front of the inn.
"So what's the matter - you two been having a tiff?"
"Sort of, although it's difficult to argue with someone who won't pay attention."
She then began to tell Avari about the doubts she had been having, about her mistrust of Ferein and that she couldn't understand why her parents had to die. "I remember Aros saying, 'their time has come,' what does that mean."
A thoughtful looking Avari shrugged, "Don' know, I spose ye'd need to ask Aros that, but I admit I'm worried about how ye feel about Ferein. Ye say yer parents asked fer help and it was refused?"
Elvalia nodded, "It isn't that I blame everybody, I just need to understand why."
"Then I guess we'll need to ask around, it's the only way ye're likely to get answers."
"Answers to what? Could I be of assistance?"
They both stood and span round to see the by now familiar, green clad, silver-haired figure.
Elvalia bowed low, "My Lord"
"Good to see thee Aros," said Avari, "seems ye might have arrived in the nick o' time so to speak."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Seems Elvalia here has problems, an' I think to be honest, they need answers only you can give."
"Hmmm, perhaps you're right Avari, perhaps it's time she knew."
Avari looked as surprised as Elvalia did eager, not having expected to get a reply so quickly.
"P'raps I'd best leave the two of ye in peace then," she said, starting to turn away.
"No, wait Avari! I'd like you to hear this - if it's all right with you my Lord?"
"Of course, sit children."
"Firstly, Ferein." said Aros, as the two elves sat before him. "Tha administrator at the time was a fool. A hardworking one, a loyal one, it is true - but a fool nevertheless. Much building work was going on at the time and the elves were still weak after fleeing from Fengull. He made the decision that it was more important to work on Ferein's defences than help one elf."
"Not a decision I necessarily agreed with but it was his to make, and his alone. He has passed now anyway so perhaps you could forget any ideas you had of revenge?"
As he looked wryly at Elvalia, she blushed. "We have been there before, after all child, and you know my thoughts on the subject." then he laughed as Elvalia nodded. "I take it Ferein is forgiven then?"
"Yes my Lord, but... but why "
"Did they have to die? Know this, there is a great book, the Book of Time, which is held by the great father. In it is listed the lives and deaths of all mortal creatures. I argued the case for your father, for whom I had a great regard, and begged that the entry be changed. But sadly, it wasn't to be."
"But their lives weren't wasted, Elvalia, you are evidence of that. I have high hopes for you and your friends here."
Elvalia looked up to realise that Legolas had arrived. "Sorry to interrupt my Lord" he said.
"Then don't!" shouted Aros. Laughing at the look of shock that appeared on the elf's features.
Looking at Elvalia, he smiled, "All well now?"
"Yes, my Lord. I understand."
"Good. Be safe all of you." Still laughing the God faded from view.
"He changed your mind then?" Said Legolas.
"It didn't need changing, Legolas. I needed to understand - and I do now."
"Jus' a shame ye needed a God to explain it to ye." Said Avari, with a sly look at Legolas. |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Re: Decisions
Posted: 04 Feb 2004 03:19 PM |
Ahh, an Elf of my own. A pleasant poet and dazzling storyteller, indeed! May all current and future bards take note of your tales and knowledge of character when weaving their own.
Thank you kindly for the words and a story for the ages!
Auberon |
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The Bow
Posted: 05 Feb 2004 04:47 PM |
The sun descended behind the woods to the west and the shadows cast by the nearby hills deepened around The Bowstore of Neek and Roka.
The three elves walked up to the campfire where Roka looked up as they approached.
“Welcome sisters, make yourselves comfortable, we’ll wait a little longer for any latecomers.””
Avari, Callia and Elvalia moved nearer and sat where they could catch a little warmth to guard against the developing chill in the air. A short while later another elf approached.
“Welcome Mars, did you see any others on the road?”
“Nobody at all, I think I’m the last.”
“Very well, we’d best start then.”
“What’s all this about Roka?” asked Avari, “word got to us that Neek was callin’ a meetin’ a elves here. What’s goin’ on?”
“Neek called you all here, but he is unable to attend and has asked me to stand in. We’ve been spreading the word among our kin about Ferein.”
“Why? What’s happened?” asked Callia.
“Ferein is, as you know, rebuilding after Tarik’s attack – and will be stronger than ever. She needs all our kin; we need captains, bowcrafters, archers, fighters, and builders – followers of every path. To help.”
“To help what, Roka?” asked Avari, frowning slightly.
“To help create the army, an elven army.”
Mars’ eyes lit up. “An army? At last!”
Callia looked slightly surprised. Elvalia had a slight look of puzzlement on her face as she glanced across at Avari, who showed no reaction at all. She just sat strangely still and stared into the flames of the campfire.
“Why do we need an army?” asked Callia.
“Surely you’ve heard of the trouble elves have been having recently? The mistreatment suffered in Midor and elsewhere. Innocents are being singled out merely because they are elven.” Said Roka.
“I don’t go to Midor these days,” said Avari, “but I can’t say I’ve seen this happening. How about thee, Elvalia?”
“No, nor have I been bothered elsewhere.” The two other elves nodded agreement.
“Nevertheless, it has happened,” said Roka, “with so much evil still abroad in the world, and now this, Ferein has decided that the time has come to arm. As well as the houses and places of learning already planned, barracks will be built, smithies also and armouries. Every elf will be needed.”
“Well, as an elf I will come if called on to defend me people. But there are other concerns Roka. What of Malagard fer instance? An’ I have friends who aren’t elven, friends who fight for good. Am I to cut meself off from them?”
“You must decide for yourself Avari”
She sighed and looked briefly across at Elvalia, who was looking increasingly troubled and confused.
Elvalia had been thinking back to the night at the standing stones some weeks ago, and of Aros’ words then. There had been no mention of all this at that time. What if by joining the army she was going against what Aros had planned?
“Has Aros spoken on this matter, Roka?” she asked.
Roka nodded, “It was he that instructed Neek to spread the word, and directed the administrators in Ferein to prepare for what he fears might come.”
“War, you mean war is coming?”
“I do not know, but Aros believes we should be prepared nonetheless. Many meetings such as this have taken place, where Neek and I have passed on his wishes to our people.”
Elvalia nodded doubtfully, and as she cast a quick loo across at Avari, could see that her friend had doubts too.
At that moment a Halfling appeared and walked into the store. “Excuse me, I will return shortly” said Roka, and followed him inside.
The four elves sat silently for a while, lost in thought.
“An army! Ferein will be strong once more!” said Mars; his eyes almost blaze with pride.
“I share ye pleasure that our people will be protected Mars, but I worry that we may become like the dwarves, bannin’ other races from our home. I’ve good friends – and a husband – who might not be happy with that.”
Elvalia was becoming more confused by the minute. While she was happy to defend her people and Ferein, Roka’s words had unsettled her slightly, seeming a little too aggressive for her liking. She had no reason to doubt Roka’s words, but could not understand how she had not seen or experienced any of the events Roka had described.
“Good evening children, I am glad to see you all here.”
Together with the others she span round to see the now familiar figure of Aros, and bowed deeply.
“You got Neek’s message then? Good, things are going well and you will all have a part to play.”
She could contain her confusion no longer and before she could hold them back the words jumped from her lips.
“My Lord…?”
“Yes child?” said Aros, turning towards her.
“My Lord, what we heard tonight, is it… well… is it connected to what you asked of Legolas, Avari and I?”
Aros looked at her steadily, almost seeming to look through rather than at her.
“Doubts again, Elvalia?” smiling as she blushed, “Life, like a blanket, has many threads. But they are all connected, all of them. What you have heard this evening, my plans for you… even your father’s bow. They are all connected, you will see in time.”
“Yes, my Lord, I am sorry but… I had to ask.”
“I know,” he grinned, “I am coming to expect it, but your doubts will disappear in time.” Then, still smiling, he faded from view. Avari stood staring at Elvalia, while the others could barely contain themselves.
“What was that about, what about the three of you?” Asked Mars.
“And what was that about a bow?” said Callia
Avari seemed to come to, and said to Elvalia, “I think it’s time we at least told our own kin what happened, tho’ Aros likely wants it to remain secret from others.”
“Shall I start or will you?” Asked Elvalia.
“I think it’d best be you, seems to be more your tale than mine.” Smiled Avari.
“We’d best sit then, it’s a long story.”
So they gathered once more around the campfire at Neek’s, and Elvalia began to recount her story, staring deep into the flames, tears occasionally springing to her eyes as she told of her father and her life in the forest.
The others sat rapt with attention, Avari reaching out occasionally to rest her hand on Elvalia’s shoulder when it seemed she needed support.
As she spoke about her decision to start a personal war against the hunters and how Aros had stopped her, her voice faltered as she heard softly spoken, almost whispered, words.
“Look child”
“Look before you”
She stood in alarm, looking around her for the source of the words. Avari looked up at her, concerned. “Elvalia?”
“On the ground, on the ground before you,” came the voice again. She tried to identify it, almost sure it was the voice of Aros, but it also carried echoes of her fathers voice as she remembered it.
“The bow, take it, it is yours.”
She stared down at the ground, watching as a bow swam into view, crafted from you, the leaf patterned silver tips reflecting the light from the campfire. She fell to her knees and began to sob as the voice continued; “It was your father’s, now it is yours.”
“Elvalia, what’s the matter?” Avari walked up behind her, “Is somethin’…” Her voice faltered too as she caught sight of the bow on the ground in front of her friend.
“Is that…”
Tears now flowed freely down Elvalia’s face as she nodded. “My father’s bow… my bow.”
Scarcely daring to believe what she could see, she leant forward and picked up the bow, then stood and faced the others, two showing concern and confusion while Avari’s was simply alight with happiness.
“Could… could I see it?”
“Of course.” Elvalia held it out to her, “here, try it.”
Tentatively, Avari reached out and took the bow, holding it up to the light from the campfire, testing its weight.
She handed it back to Elvalia, “I am honoured, sister. It’s beautiful.”
Elvalia took back the bow and beamed as she heard the voice in her head once more:
“Your time with the bow has come, child… use it well.” |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Bronwyn
Posted: 09 Feb 2004 08:35 PM |
Latonei forest was quiet, quiet that is apart from the usual birdsong and the sound of the breeze in the trees. In the shadows cast by a nearby cliff a young elf stood looking up at a yew tree studying the branches.
"Now... which one?" she muttered to herself, trying to pick one which would produce the straightest stave with - it has to be said - the minimum of effort. While she enjoyed bow crafting on occasion, it wasn't something she liked to spend a great deal of effort on, preferring to use bows rather than make them. Catching sight of her bow leaning up against a nearby tree she smiled, admitting to herself ruefully that she would be unlikely to ever make one like that. Not that she wanted to - it was too much a part of her to even consider replacing.
"That one ought to do." she whispered to herself, selecting a likely looking target and swinging the woodcutter's act purposefully. For a fwe minutes the normal sounds of the forest were replaced by the steady *thwok* of the axe as she attacked the wood.
As it finally parted company from the tree and hit the ground she bent to pick it up, spinning round when she felt a presence behind her.
"Crafting child?"
She bowed deeply then looked up at Aros, "Well... sort of my lord, I'm not very good at it."
"So I've noticed, but you'll get better with time I'm sure. Have you spoken with Neek?"
"About crafting? No my lord."
"Well, he could probably help you."
"I will make a point of seeking him out my lord."
He smiled; "It was a suggestion child, not an order."
A wry grin played across her face. "I suppose I tend to treat both the same where you're concerned my lord."
"Talk with him then," he laughed, "I'm sure you'll find it useful." He began to fade from view, "Be safe child."
As was usual after these visits, Elvalia stood for a short while in thought analyzing what she had been told, then turned her attention to trimming the yew branch.
A few days later, as she was heading to the standing stones, she saw Neek and remembering Aros' words wandered over to where he was checking the contents of his mailbox.
"One moment," he said, somehow aware of her approach.
"Hello Elvalia," he smiled, turning at last to look at her. "What brings you here?"
"I saw Aros the other day, Master Neek, he told me to come and talk to you."
"Oh? I wonder why?" he said, laughing.
"Well, I think he saw my efforts at bowcrafting and thought I could probably use some instruction."
Neek looked at her closely, narrowing his eyes. "You know, I can see it now - you have the same air about you."
Totally confused, she frowned back at him. "The same look? As who?"
"Why your father of course."
Passing quickly from confusion to shock she gaped at him: "You knew my father?"
"Of course, he was a fine bowcrafter - one of my finest apprentices."
"I didn't know, I thought he only made this one," she said, looking down at the bow in her hand.
"Oh no, not at all - although that was probably his best."
Elvalia was by now almost speechless.
"Anyway, I can't stop I'm afraid, I have a lot to do, but we'll talk all about it some other time. Take care." he said, and wandered off.
Somewhat in a daze, Elvalia walked back into Port Royale and climbed onto Kusin's cart for the trip to Midor.
Having arrived there she wandered through the city still deep in thought, arriving at the gate through to the docks district. Walking through she looked up in surprise as a voice said, "Hello"
She stood in shock for the second time in a day, staring into the green eyes of a young elf who seemed somehow familiar, and was staring at her with a similar look of shock and curiosity
"Oh, hello - we haven't met have we? I'm Elvalia."
"Pleased to meet you." said the other, "I'm Bronwyn"
Then she giggled, "You know we could be twins!" |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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