Disclaimer: All characters, places and events from the original Tolkien
books are not mine.
Rated: PG 13+ (may change)
AN: Hey everybody! I finally decided to try my hand at a fanfic again; only this time I've put a lot of thought into it. I've rated it PG 13+ because of things I have planned for the near chapters, but I won't tell you because that would ruin everything now wouldn't' it? Anyways enjoy and review, good or bad.
Btw, if anybody is really good at editing, I'm looking for somebody that would do so with my story before I upload it. If you're interested e-mail me. Thanks!
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The Last of the Allarien Elves
Prologue: Long Before Legends
Long before man could map the trails of the world, there lived a race of elves unknown the most other races, including their elven cousins. This was partially to do with the fact that the Allarien elves were a race of elves that prefer to be cut off as much as possible from other races and dwelled mostly within their serene, quite, harmonious lives. Now this tale starts off with the legend of these elves.their tale that will live one by word of mouth, told to children as bedtime stories. The only thing that legends said about these creatures was that they were a race of healing. They spent a lot of their time in prayer and meditation, seeking wisdom and guidance from the gods they served.
The main city of the elves, Eliliet, was where the large temple was built, dating as far back as legends will allow. It was said to be made of the most indestructible grey stone of their time, built into the side of a low- rising mountain. The elven city needed no army, for there was like a barrier of protection, a gift from the gods that protected it. The only way one could attack the quiet elves was if their attackers pushed a raid on the main city of Eliliet, destroying it and the temple of worship. Only then would the barriers fall.only then would the destruction of an entire race of so few elves begin.
Much like their close cousins, the Noldor elves of Rivendell, they were gifted with the power of healing as well as foresight. The high elves from this clan had mastered the art of healing down to being able to transfer one's own strength into another.
And so after aeons of peace and sheltered exsistance, orcs started to roam the northeaster lands - uncharted on most maps - of these mystical elves, causing havoc on the forests and plains nearby. The elves started to take notice of these horrible creatures, turning to their gods for help and protection. But it must have been too late.
The dark lord Sauron, knowing the legends behind these elves, knew their weakness in the barriers. There was no room for healing elves in his plans - for their powers where strong, strong enough to continually heal a broken and battered army. His twisted mind drew to conclusion that he would never be able to gather the elves to his side and so instead his tactics turned to murder. Moments after the order had gone through, Sauron had succeeded in the slaughter of an entire race, by thrusting a large army onto the city of Eliliet. His terrible army of orcs left none alive to breath the tale. Or did they?
Legends that reached the lands of man say that these elves had left for the undying lands suddenly, but anybody willing to question the stories would surely question their motive of leaving. The truth about the slaughter of the elves vanished as if they had never existed in the beginning. Those who knew of them, knew very little of why they suddenly dropped off middle earth. And so it was that the book in which the story of these elves was written would be closed for centuries, only to be opened again once fate needed a helping hand, by a mysterious elven child.
Rated: PG 13+ (may change)
AN: Hey everybody! I finally decided to try my hand at a fanfic again; only this time I've put a lot of thought into it. I've rated it PG 13+ because of things I have planned for the near chapters, but I won't tell you because that would ruin everything now wouldn't' it? Anyways enjoy and review, good or bad.
Btw, if anybody is really good at editing, I'm looking for somebody that would do so with my story before I upload it. If you're interested e-mail me. Thanks!
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The Last of the Allarien Elves
Prologue: Long Before Legends
Long before man could map the trails of the world, there lived a race of elves unknown the most other races, including their elven cousins. This was partially to do with the fact that the Allarien elves were a race of elves that prefer to be cut off as much as possible from other races and dwelled mostly within their serene, quite, harmonious lives. Now this tale starts off with the legend of these elves.their tale that will live one by word of mouth, told to children as bedtime stories. The only thing that legends said about these creatures was that they were a race of healing. They spent a lot of their time in prayer and meditation, seeking wisdom and guidance from the gods they served.
The main city of the elves, Eliliet, was where the large temple was built, dating as far back as legends will allow. It was said to be made of the most indestructible grey stone of their time, built into the side of a low- rising mountain. The elven city needed no army, for there was like a barrier of protection, a gift from the gods that protected it. The only way one could attack the quiet elves was if their attackers pushed a raid on the main city of Eliliet, destroying it and the temple of worship. Only then would the barriers fall.only then would the destruction of an entire race of so few elves begin.
Much like their close cousins, the Noldor elves of Rivendell, they were gifted with the power of healing as well as foresight. The high elves from this clan had mastered the art of healing down to being able to transfer one's own strength into another.
And so after aeons of peace and sheltered exsistance, orcs started to roam the northeaster lands - uncharted on most maps - of these mystical elves, causing havoc on the forests and plains nearby. The elves started to take notice of these horrible creatures, turning to their gods for help and protection. But it must have been too late.
The dark lord Sauron, knowing the legends behind these elves, knew their weakness in the barriers. There was no room for healing elves in his plans - for their powers where strong, strong enough to continually heal a broken and battered army. His twisted mind drew to conclusion that he would never be able to gather the elves to his side and so instead his tactics turned to murder. Moments after the order had gone through, Sauron had succeeded in the slaughter of an entire race, by thrusting a large army onto the city of Eliliet. His terrible army of orcs left none alive to breath the tale. Or did they?
Legends that reached the lands of man say that these elves had left for the undying lands suddenly, but anybody willing to question the stories would surely question their motive of leaving. The truth about the slaughter of the elves vanished as if they had never existed in the beginning. Those who knew of them, knew very little of why they suddenly dropped off middle earth. And so it was that the book in which the story of these elves was written would be closed for centuries, only to be opened again once fate needed a helping hand, by a mysterious elven child.