THE KINGDOM OF VALINOR.
-The home of the elves-
All together strange it was to my eyes when I was standing in my boat, long lost with the waves I was.
The green island that had stood like a field in front of my gaze was in one second gone as straw of grass swept away by the wind. Neither a light, nor a shadow was left from the beautiful land and never was it seen again.
What could I say?
Had my eyes betrayed me as the old man that I was? Or did I truly see this world of greens disappear there out on the water. No surely it sunk and it left no tray for it was not God's will that this isle was to exist. I had to row my boat back to where I came from before I went crazy.
I tell you that never have the thought of this kingdom left my mind since that night out on the great sea. I later heard the land was called Atlantis, a mysterious place indeed and no one could remember a storm or a quake that could possibly have destroyed it and brought it to the bottom of the ocean.
5 years earlier...
Few elves there were who would not yet leave this mortal world to follow their kins to Valinor and many were the elves who from the Grey Havens departed for the immortal island out on the ocean.
Never were they to return, but never were they to die.
This is the story of Prince Arshae who was the last one in his family to leave the Grey Havens and sail to Valinor...
It is morning many thousand years a go now and a very noble and wise, but young elf is saying goodbye to his friends. Four years a go was his 110th birthday, a significant age to an elf, but many years before that his family had gone to the Grey Havens. Back then he had chosen to stay and his family being such understanding people, blessed him and rode off, but now Arshae was packing a small bag of things to bring with him to Valinor, a land often sung about, but seldom seen.
As he, Prince Arshae, was ready to departure, his faithful servant brought him the best horse in the country to take him fast to the harbour. Long had he wanted to reunite with his family and kins, but for long he had found other things to do in the mortal world.
"Prince Arshae Sir" his servant, a mortal named Colstedt, said. "Are you to go and never return to us?"
Arshae nodded and grabbed the reins of the lightbrown horse. "Yes I am Colstedt, it is off to Valinor"
"Tell me sir" Colstedt continued. "Many times have I heard of this heaven like place, how do we get there who are mortal?"
Arshae could not do anything but smile at his dear friend. "It can not be done my friend for only elves are allowed to enter this immortal realm"
This painted a disappointed look upon Colstedt's face. "But sir, is that truly fair?" He asked.
Arshae laid his hand on his servant's shoulder. "It is not for me to decide. It may or may not be fair, but I am saying farewell now and may the leaves of your life's tree never turn brown"
Colstedt fell down on his knees before his master. "I am begging you prince Arshae, sir, take me with you, I shall dress as an elf and never speak to anyone about it"
Arshae got Colstedt back on his feet. "I am sorry my dear friend" he uttered. "It can not be done"
And before Colstedt could hinder him he was up on his horse ready to depart.
"Sir, prince Arshae, you just can not leave me behind, God knows what will happen to me" Cols cried bitterly.
"You will be just fine Colstedt and I am not the last of elves Many stories are left to be told about Valinor, the immortal world. I shall send a messenger on the hour of my arrival to the Grey Havens"
Arshae promised and commanded his horse to ride off. "Fair winds!" he shouted before he disappeared through the opened gates.
Colstedt caught a last glimpse of the elven prince's golden hair, but his heart was angry and his mind troubled. For him it was not fair that his friend could leave him behind to die and the elves would live for all eternity.
"Fair winds I see" He muttered furiously and a plan took shape in his head.
Now it was time for justice amongst men and elves, he thought and called for men he knew in the land to meet in a council where he would introduce his plan.
"What is this foolishness you are speaking Colstedt?" A man, Constantine, asked after hearing what Colstedt had to say about the Grey Havens.
"This is the chance to be part of the greatest treasure of all times" Colstedt explained. "Life! Many are the great men who have fallen in battle and many more will have to die for our lands"
"Where is your point in this meaningless babble?" Constantine wondered. "Make it quick so I can leave"
"Prince Arshae is riding to the Grey Havens where he will sail over to Valinor! We will gather men to find his road and follow him all the way to Valinor. We will take back what is rightfully ours"
"This could never work" One of the other men, Maximillian, said. "Greatly do I desire to go, but the ship is guarded and we can not hide among the elves aboard"
To answer Maximillian, Colstedt revealed a sword he had kept in his dark leather sheath.
"There are few ways of killing an elf" he begun. "This is one, and we are all skilled swordsmen indeed. We will all bring swords as we go and use them if needed for this age is where men will finally get what they deserve"
Eight of the nine gathered men stood up, put their swords together in a circle and agreed to battle the elves for Valinor, but Constantine remained seated.
"I will not see this happen" he told the group. "The elves are good friends of mine and have given me no reason to kill them"
"Then we will be nine men who will fight the deceivers" shouted Colstedt and all the men, except for Constantine left the room.
There was no time to waste and Constantine had to save his friends and the life of the elves so he rode his horse in fast speed to find Prince Arshae.
Day and night without stopping he passed through lands on Middlestar, his beloved horse and friend.
-The home of the elves-
All together strange it was to my eyes when I was standing in my boat, long lost with the waves I was.
The green island that had stood like a field in front of my gaze was in one second gone as straw of grass swept away by the wind. Neither a light, nor a shadow was left from the beautiful land and never was it seen again.
What could I say?
Had my eyes betrayed me as the old man that I was? Or did I truly see this world of greens disappear there out on the water. No surely it sunk and it left no tray for it was not God's will that this isle was to exist. I had to row my boat back to where I came from before I went crazy.
I tell you that never have the thought of this kingdom left my mind since that night out on the great sea. I later heard the land was called Atlantis, a mysterious place indeed and no one could remember a storm or a quake that could possibly have destroyed it and brought it to the bottom of the ocean.
5 years earlier...
Few elves there were who would not yet leave this mortal world to follow their kins to Valinor and many were the elves who from the Grey Havens departed for the immortal island out on the ocean.
Never were they to return, but never were they to die.
This is the story of Prince Arshae who was the last one in his family to leave the Grey Havens and sail to Valinor...
It is morning many thousand years a go now and a very noble and wise, but young elf is saying goodbye to his friends. Four years a go was his 110th birthday, a significant age to an elf, but many years before that his family had gone to the Grey Havens. Back then he had chosen to stay and his family being such understanding people, blessed him and rode off, but now Arshae was packing a small bag of things to bring with him to Valinor, a land often sung about, but seldom seen.
As he, Prince Arshae, was ready to departure, his faithful servant brought him the best horse in the country to take him fast to the harbour. Long had he wanted to reunite with his family and kins, but for long he had found other things to do in the mortal world.
"Prince Arshae Sir" his servant, a mortal named Colstedt, said. "Are you to go and never return to us?"
Arshae nodded and grabbed the reins of the lightbrown horse. "Yes I am Colstedt, it is off to Valinor"
"Tell me sir" Colstedt continued. "Many times have I heard of this heaven like place, how do we get there who are mortal?"
Arshae could not do anything but smile at his dear friend. "It can not be done my friend for only elves are allowed to enter this immortal realm"
This painted a disappointed look upon Colstedt's face. "But sir, is that truly fair?" He asked.
Arshae laid his hand on his servant's shoulder. "It is not for me to decide. It may or may not be fair, but I am saying farewell now and may the leaves of your life's tree never turn brown"
Colstedt fell down on his knees before his master. "I am begging you prince Arshae, sir, take me with you, I shall dress as an elf and never speak to anyone about it"
Arshae got Colstedt back on his feet. "I am sorry my dear friend" he uttered. "It can not be done"
And before Colstedt could hinder him he was up on his horse ready to depart.
"Sir, prince Arshae, you just can not leave me behind, God knows what will happen to me" Cols cried bitterly.
"You will be just fine Colstedt and I am not the last of elves Many stories are left to be told about Valinor, the immortal world. I shall send a messenger on the hour of my arrival to the Grey Havens"
Arshae promised and commanded his horse to ride off. "Fair winds!" he shouted before he disappeared through the opened gates.
Colstedt caught a last glimpse of the elven prince's golden hair, but his heart was angry and his mind troubled. For him it was not fair that his friend could leave him behind to die and the elves would live for all eternity.
"Fair winds I see" He muttered furiously and a plan took shape in his head.
Now it was time for justice amongst men and elves, he thought and called for men he knew in the land to meet in a council where he would introduce his plan.
"What is this foolishness you are speaking Colstedt?" A man, Constantine, asked after hearing what Colstedt had to say about the Grey Havens.
"This is the chance to be part of the greatest treasure of all times" Colstedt explained. "Life! Many are the great men who have fallen in battle and many more will have to die for our lands"
"Where is your point in this meaningless babble?" Constantine wondered. "Make it quick so I can leave"
"Prince Arshae is riding to the Grey Havens where he will sail over to Valinor! We will gather men to find his road and follow him all the way to Valinor. We will take back what is rightfully ours"
"This could never work" One of the other men, Maximillian, said. "Greatly do I desire to go, but the ship is guarded and we can not hide among the elves aboard"
To answer Maximillian, Colstedt revealed a sword he had kept in his dark leather sheath.
"There are few ways of killing an elf" he begun. "This is one, and we are all skilled swordsmen indeed. We will all bring swords as we go and use them if needed for this age is where men will finally get what they deserve"
Eight of the nine gathered men stood up, put their swords together in a circle and agreed to battle the elves for Valinor, but Constantine remained seated.
"I will not see this happen" he told the group. "The elves are good friends of mine and have given me no reason to kill them"
"Then we will be nine men who will fight the deceivers" shouted Colstedt and all the men, except for Constantine left the room.
There was no time to waste and Constantine had to save his friends and the life of the elves so he rode his horse in fast speed to find Prince Arshae.
Day and night without stopping he passed through lands on Middlestar, his beloved horse and friend.