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Chapter 2: Part 2: The Warlens, The Witch, The Spider and the Elf….
*(Location: Somewhere far, far, far northeast of Esgaroth and Rhun lying amongst the mountains beyond Cuivienen near Utumno…))*
History.
There is I fear some explaining needed to be done in regards to history.
History is fascinating.
It is also very important.
The reason it is important is simple.
It's because it is filled with facts that keep everything straight.
It tells the truth of what has been, and in some ways by that it tells people what could come next.
So when things go missing or every now and then some random thing like a specific word pops up that never existed before.
Especially lets say mmm oh..for..example…, in the use of a title for some ridiculous buffoon trying to destroy stuff for no apparent reason whatsoever, other then a fast promotion level, up the old evil lord ladder of course, like …. oh maybe, mm…, "The Witch-King of Angmar."
One would think people would pay more attention.
One would dare I expect purrrecious, to think that people would notice such an odd, misplaced, most peculiar word, essspecially in hearing such a magnanimouss title?
And it is magnanimous isn't it?
Ha.
Regardless one might assume that people would then ask a seriess of questions pertaining to such a queer specific and outlandish word?
Questions that would arise, that even a child could figure out!
Given all things time.
Namely one question in particular, my pet, such as, "What is a Witch?"
A simple question is it not? But for the world that is, namely Middle Earth, also known by some as Arda, of which we so happily reside in, it is for some baffling reason unasked and overall not even pondered?
It's true!
One could go as far as saying the question doesn't even exist!
The race of men certainly hasn't a clue, and the dwarves well…there so blinded by pebbles that they couldn't find a hint even if it came in the form of a diamond.
However, if the question had been asked by anyone living in Middle Earth particularly during the time of the Second Age through the Third, many things would have undoubtly drastically changed preciousss and further more many individuals would have found themselves shocked to realize that there are in fact large gaping holes in absolutely everybody's sodding recorded history!
(Save our own. Yes. I'm afraid our kind our the only ones holding a full deck.)
The Elvess…. particularly one El-rond, son of a so-called Earendil and Elwing, would have been and be very upset, (as I've come to understand it by our devoted spies) to learn that they are missing vital information.
And they do 'love' their information don't they.…which makes me wonder?
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Ahem.
Nonetheless my dearzss, the fact is that there are pages of history that have been lost to the majority of peoples on this tiny planet. It could even be said that there is a great deal of history that has been…well to put it precisely pet, blatantly tampered with.
This is a horrifying thing to be certain and one can only ask the questions, "Why? Why would anyone tamper with elvish records, Dwarvish records and even that two footed mutated ape's record, (Oh yes, excuse me, Man's, cough)? Why and Who!? Who would dare such a disturbing disregard for the truth?! How utterly ghastly!"
Hee..Hee..cough…cough.. Ahem.
There are two wonderful answers to these questions, my precious bug bite, the first is that it was quite possibly too much fun not to try tampering with them. So they had to be for sanity's sake. And the second more pragmatic reason for messing about all Middle Earth records was done by those who considered survival their foremost priority as a species.
Therefore much of Middle Earth's history has and was indeed skewed a bit.
Just. A. Bit.
Darling.
Nothing too dramatic, really.
I mean may I ask you, must one know every species and people that lives in a world?
Some things like enigma prrrecious, purrrivacy, ssspace, solitude,SANCTUARY!!
Not too mention a right to stay out of it All!
Right?
Exactly.
In fact there was I dare say a very particular hope when the tampering was done; of us being deliberately forgotten, ignored, and most importantly not slain by closed-minded pointy eared racial groups who are partial to bows and arrows.
We won't name name's pet.
Names have power after all. First lesson of Magic.
Yes. Let us instead just say that some non-specific shiny knife eared individuals may have had a small problematic tendency at one time for a misguided prejudice against oh say?
Those of us who originate from another species who were created or held relations in regards to- the fallen-Valar named Melkor, whom was also called Morgoth.
Most well known on Middle Earth as the Dark God etc. etc., that waged war against all the other bloody blooming Valar or creators of the world we now presently stand upon.
If that's what you believe in.
So really could you blame them precious?
I mean, was it truly our dear sweet ancestors, those poor innocent creatures called the Warlens, fault for feeling the need to hide themselves?
Especially when we have a… lets just say a 'colorful upbringing'?
Sure we, Warlens enjoyed maiming and torturing things.
It's true, we suffer a tendency to scratch other living creatures eyes out on the odd birthday occasion.
Perhaps? One must admit in self-reflective philosophical consideration that we do as a species sometimes find it necessary to poison our neighbors, and thus we suffer the terrible bad habit of mislabeling are arsenic with our sugar.
Indeed my little toe-prick we our just like every other modern civilization, full of lawsuits, cut-throats, dungeons, death-threats, riots and public scandals!
Why we're every bit as normal as everyone else!
The dark collected humor we share at a public execution is part of a natural course of survival and in my opinion a holy tradition!….Well…perhaps not 'holy', but the point my precious is we can't help ourselves!
We just love having such ssswwweet, reprehensible wicked fun!
We were made for it, why it's encoded in our skin!
Still, despite this 'flaw' of ours, did our people, the Warlens, really have to be subjected to receiving sharp pointy arrows in their backsides whenever they went for a stroll just because dear old "Great Grand pappy" Morgoth and his beloved mysterious Mate, our divine Goddess, had created us and made us a bit more 'mischievous'?
I ask you darling mite?
How was that fair?
How was that light, how in fact was it even right?
I do speculate precious? I truly do. Why look even the long dark furs on my ears are starting to stand. Dear me, I'm getting myself worked up into quite a fit aren't I?
I shall have to rectify this post haste by bashing some goblins across the barracks about later tonight. What's that pet?
Oh yes. Where was I?
Ah. Right of course!
The History of our people the Mighty Warlens.
Or better known as the Witches and Warlocks of Middle Earth.
Ah?
What's that?
Has one confused you, luv?
Allow me to illuminate and explain things then, in the simple form of a story!
What's that?
What?
You thought I was already telling a story?
Well I was prrecious, but now I'm telling the story within the story.
You see?
No. You're shaking your head in the negative.
This is a bit-vexing luv.
I'm trying to explain us, 'our story'?
That's silly.
You already know 'our story', because you're living it?
Nonsense!
What's that?
Now, you're even more confused?
Well by the STARS above purrrecious pet do us a favor luv, stop distracting us! And instead of arguing, do instead close your wee jaw and HUSH UP!
What are you doing now?
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Oh don't start sniveling and crying!?
Sigh.
Bloody Stars.
This is why I, Mirrazz, shouldn't be left with Kits!
Tears irk my fur!
Oh do stop your blubbering and simpering.
Stop it I say.
CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET THISsss MOMENT!
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BLOODY BROOMS PRECIOUS! DON'T GET HYSTERICAL!
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Oh dear….. oh dear. Oh dear. Dear..…(sigh)…thrashing trolls is easier…then… Dear…dear..hm…(sigh.)
mm…
(Sigh.)
(Huff. Groan)…Come on precious? …Look I didn't….
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Right….
(grumble…stars…kill…..hiss….stars….grumble)
Stop?
Please?
Please stop.
Come. Come my little star shine..I apologize most profusely for turning you into a heaping pile of waterworks.
…..Here blow your nose.
….Oh lovely.
Tell you what snot face, if you stop crying I'll go find some Orc you can turn into a newt later!
How does that sound?!
Promising yes! Wonderfully horrid! Insanely inspiring? Right my little blubbering cupcake?!
I'll go get you one right now ….I have a wonderful spell involving a rack and a pike hook that I just can't wait to try out..….
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...
Hmmm…interesting even more tears and now your face has turned puffy?
Sigh.
Bed knobs and Brooms...precious. Bed knobs and Brooms.
Ugh. Sigh.
There. There. (Pat. Pat.)
Uncle Mirrazz loves you. You daft pitiful little thing. Ugh.
More Snot. Eww Tsk. (grumble yuck..rreeesssrevolting).
Hmm.
Here have another handkerchief, luv.
Yes. Wipe up that distasteful booger hanging from your nose…yes that one.
Very good.
Ah? No thank you snot face. I don't need that back. I have a spare, you keep that one, yes, you can torture your Aunty Viv with it later.
You know luv, after my experiments involving gunpowder are over I think I'll be donating some time to the workings of the brain in regards to the tempering of emotional neurons and perhaps I could use you to fill some of the jars in my lab with your mucus…maybe..with the right amount of..(mutter) (Mutter)…that trigger…..oh yes..?
What?
What?
OH!
OH yes!
Sorry pet!
Very well no transfigurations or torturing of Orcs today.
Really what does my sister Murritza put in your breakfast?
Has she been feeding you enough squid?
Doesn't like to turn things into newts?…My small devious rotten apple of a niece?
Right, very well I'll check that off as one of the things to be forbidden around your presence.
Well..come on then.
Come cling onto me like some tumor as I, Mirazz, try to console you.
There. There.
Let us begin again hmm?
Now no doubt precious you have two questions the first being what is a Warlen?
And the second being what is a Witch?
Have I guessed it, luv?
Yes, well the answer pet is quite easy, you see they are one in the same!
Two different names of identification for only one species.
A Warlen is a Witch.
And a Witch is a Warlen.
Twig and Stick. Branch and Twig, what's that?
What then is a Warlock?
Excellent question! Darling!
Why a Warlock is simply the word we Warlens and Witches use to identify the males of our kind, nothing more and nothing less.
For example Female Warlens like your Aunty Millasia or Aunty Matilzen are called Witches, Sorceresses, or Enchantresses.
While Male Warlens such as my wonderful self, precious, are called Warlocks, Sorcerers and Enchanters.
So you see my pet even though we are of the same species, you being a female Kit will one day when you're grown be called a Witch. Whilst I, my little mayhem, when my fur turns as grey as storm clouds and my skin becomes a delightful foray of wrinkles will still be referred to as a Warlock.
Now that one has explained this much I feel as though I should return back to my previous line of …dictation.
In short I shall once again try to describe Our History.
Skimming a bit.
So. Yes. History.
History is important.
Which is why it's so awful that our own has become all but non-existent to those outside of our dear homeland, the Hidden Kingdom betwixt what Elves call Utumno and Cuivienen, where it lays far far to the Northeast of Man's Capital Gondor and a place I understand called Esgaroth.
We call this kingdom Wickjodinz.
Ah. Wickjodinz.
Rolls off the tongue nicely don't it?
A wicked little hacienda just for us, Warlens, our own beloved hideaway, our nice little oasis from the rest of Middle Earth and it's troubles.
Yes. Surrounded by enormous mountainous cliff sides our little valley kingdom called Wickjodinz, is extremely difficult to reach. Why?
Well, scaling the mountain side is nearly impossible, unless you have the proper "equipment on hand" and even then one must try to navigate their way through the dense and "nicely" covered foliage of our wonderful giant, Black Thorn Trees that grow everywhere throughout our tiny country.
And that's ignoring our …how shall I put it?
Wards, traps, spiders and the occasional ….Муузүйлс.
Hush. Now.
We won't be discussing 'those', no.
Not tonight.
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Hn…yes.
So you see Luv, hidden deep we our indeed within the Mountains of the East.
Near that giant Lamp thing whatever it is, that the Elves called Illuin, very strange names those pointy pompousness have precious. I'm not even sure why they call it a Lamp? It looks nothing at all like a lamp!? No glass work at all in fact. Why it's more like a big sort of bonfire that got stuck in some giant crystallized rock?
One thing is clear it has far too much power to simply be a mere Jodinz Stone or another зурхайчидКристал?
Hm. Ah. Yes. зурхайчидКристал is Spell Tongue for Magi Crystal.
And recently Mother Mabriz, (my grandmother, your great grandmother), and I have come to the conclusion that the Lamp perhaps is rather an archaic form of Magic that has been trapped within itself before the makings of Jodinz Stones were even possible?
To think what that 'Lamp' is?
A poor purreciouss crystallized piece of Ea or as we call it БүхСүнсcaged alive, most distressing pet, most…intoxicating.
Another theory Mother Mabriz and I discussed is that it perhaps is the lost soul of some hapless Valar that the other Valar decided to burn to death? Yet being a 'higher being' it had no where else to go so its essence just stays stuck in one spot and has merely convoluted, or meta-morphed into some sort of vat of energy, or perhaps it is an electrical magnification?...Or maybe it's the remains of some great comet!…Oh sorry love I'm getting off track again aren't I?
You have a question?
What exactly are Jodinz Stones and Magi Crystals?
Well, now. This, will only further us away from our main subject but it's dangerous to deny answers of a curious mind, nor could I refuse such a bold pupils request.
(Pat. Pat.)
However, I shall be brief, for this is a subject that could take up the rest of the night. Now let me see...
To start with we Warlens, my dear, are magic users, or more specifically we are the great manipulators.
We harness what others call magic through many means independent to each of us.
Some for instance: sing, others dance, weave, write, some need verbal sounds for casting, others do so by non-verbal movements, some use shadows, some use science, some use objects; but the one thing we all have in common is this: we all derive our powers from the Essence of EA that which is our planets energy and the nearby heavens or what we call in the ancient Spell-Tongue of our ancestors амьдралхүчнийБүхСүнсний.
However to address your main question, Jodinz Stones are common and numerous, and more importantly they are Warlen-Made.
Yes. Indeed everywhere from the surrounding high cliffs and mountainsides of Wickjodinz is smothered by these glowing pebbles, and in truth they could be considered any kind of rock or mineral substance found across Middle Earth's vast surface.
What makes them special is that we Warlens have learned through ancient tradition how to bring forth from different kinds of materials and substances their natural Energy of Ea into usage, by Spellwork or Spellsong.
And once a stone's EA energy has been brought forth, it will then glow brightly with it!
Thus you have a Jodinz Stone ready for use.
What do we use them for?
Why, we use them for everything from storing energy, to keeping our food cold to illuminating our mines, and creating our healing ointments. I personally have a few that I use to keep account of the passage of time in my pendulums.
The key thing to remember about Jodinz Stones is that they are constructed and maintained. Therefore over time the magic or storage of energy activated in them, will lose its potency and return to whence it came.
In fact a Jodinz stone is working & still usable as long as it glows & shines.
The minute is dulls and the glimmer fades, is the minute it returns to being nothing more then a plain hunk of rock.
Now…my pet.
Pay Attention to this next part, for this is very important.
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There are only six Great Magi Crystals.
In Spell tongue they are called: ЗургаанзурхайчидТалстууд, though legend states that they are even older names for them. It is written that the Great Mate of Melkor herself called them АмьдzОддын shardz.
Whether that is true or not I suspect we will never know, but the vital thing you must remember is that they are six and each are dangerous.
Unlike the Jodinz Stones that lay gleaming all about our fair Kingdom from broom cupboards to washrooms the Crystals are ageless.
We assume they were formed by Melkor and his Mate in part themselves and fused with the deepest sources of EA. Entwined deliberately by the core of this planet's natural energetic existence and those of the planets that lay closest to our own in the nearby heavens.
By that precious, I mean that the Magi Crystals were formed not only from our planet's energetic pulse, but were mixed from the pieces of fallen stars and the meteors of other alien Solar Systems, other world's EA's...other worlds… амьдцөм.
Or in our more modern tongue: Living Cores.
Thus Magi Crystals have a strange affect on many of the species of Middle Earth.
In truth the Magi Crystals can only be channeled by the highest trained Warlens, for only does our species possess the evolved ability or necessary third channels of the mind that allow safe communications with the Crystals and thus the gift of control over them.
And it is dangerous my pet, worse there are very, very few Witches or Warlocks of the distinctly necessary power circumference, that are able to overcome a Magi Crystals natural defense mechanisms that include at the minimum: mind altering persuasions.
In fact our dear Uncle Vulez became blind by using one and that was lucky.
Many have died pet…or worse…..yesssss.
(Sigh.)
Still?
Much delicious power is in the Magi Crystals, but too much for simple uses, which is why Mother Mabriz keeps them locked away and only with her permission does anyone see them.
Still Magi Crystals or the АмьдzОддынshardz, are beautiful but they shine so brightly, that we must keep them covered. Yet all in all precious it is best that we return now I feel to our prior topic of conversation.
Such as our home, Wickjodinz, and more importantly us.
Now the Hidden Kingdom of Wickjodinz where we Warlens live can only be accessed four ways which are: either by flight, the Northern port we keep guarded, the secret (that everyone really knows) tunnel entrance, and of course my personal favorite …teleportation!
Those are the only ways in precious and those are the only ways out, and that my dear is only if you are on good terms with us, locals.
There are I'm sure other passages spread about our small kingdom, but it's never a good idea to come into someone's home uninvited. You might catch them when they're indisposed or worse one might come across dear Granny Muhbaba, your beloved great great grandmother.
Which is a fate, snot face, I wouldn't wish, on anyone less then my greatest mortal enemy!
Now…
We Warlens….
Hmmmm…
No… wait…
You know my lovely pipsqueak, it dawns on me that perhaps I should explain what exactly our kind actually looks like for the most part, as a whole species I mean, in comparison to other beings?
Our distinctions if you will.
The Warlen, my little fiend, is a creature that has two legs, two hands, two feet, one head, two eyes, two ears, a set of lips and the basic common anatomy of most peoples of Middle Earth in the terms of the central body.
Our coloring consists of a splendid vast hue of different shades and tones, with as much variety as the leaves of the autumn trees.
For example your Aunty Millasia and I are rather pale skinned overall in color but behind both our long dark tipped ears, and down both our backs you would see a nice array of black spots, to match the coloring of our families famous shade of ebony hair.
And indeed you, yourself my little coffee cream colored duck, have a nice array of dark brown freckled spots right above that little noise, while your brother I understand it, has on the backs of his legs his father's reddish brown stripes!
We are my pet a melting pot of browns, blacks, peaches, grays, reds, and creams of flesh color and in some cases, I have even seen those of us with green spots and orange stripes!
Why the only color our species is missing my sweet pest is perhaps purple and that isn't even considering our eye colors or clothes! In which case the baker Unza has a remarkable pair of violet hued irises!
You know, it's funny but in some ways I find us of the Royal Lineage to be rather plain really compared to the peasantry.
Why we barely have any stripes in the family at all as far as the first cousins go?
Moving on bug bite, you may find it surprising to know then that it is easiest for us to blend in with those creatures belonging to the race of Humans. Although this is debatable, for in truth no one has had any contact with an Elf in well?
Forever.
And there have been those, like my younger brother Marius, who have tried going outside the box. As was explained to me earlier today via 'Flash Note'; apparently dear little brother has chosen to disguise himself as a dwarf?
A dwarf? Huff.
Sigh.
It's not the first time such a thing has happened although if recollection serves, the last Warlock to disguise himself as a dwarf, accidently led that gluttonous wrym 'Smaug' back to the very place he was residing in and caused quite the calamity?
Some place called Dale?
Granny MuhBaba found it hilarious…poor sod.
I believe the poor soul almost exposed our whole society in some sort of robbery attempt gone wrong?
Some ridiculous notion about a Seventh Magi Crystal being found …Hm.?
What?
You want to know what happened to him?
Well let me think, Oh! Oh yes! How could I forget!?
Mother Mabriz had him … (chuckle, cackle) stuffed and fluffed, for his punishment, in short my dear she turned old Ruzpert into a duck!
Why! YES! OF COURSE OLD ORANGE HAIRED RUZPERT! That was his name!
THAT MARVELOUS IDIOT! HAHAHAHahaha!
OH …SODDING BROOMS!
Millanna's would be intended! GREAT STARS!
TWO LOVE STRUCK QUACKS!
HAHA!
Hahahah!
Hm?
(Chuckle.)
What's that precious?
What about our height?
Why in general precious our race, tend to be rather various in terms of height and size.
Why good old Uncle Varinz reached an extraordinary height of 8-9feet! While Granny MuhBaba as I understand, has always been rather short to match her temper, don't let her know I said that, my clever little rapscallion.
Now skipping right along, when we are not shape shifting and yes precious we are shape shifters.
In fact we are the esteemed exemplary for Shape Shifters.
For we use our magic to hide our more eccentric features that, (yes, yes snot nose orange stripes) we have, or like our kinds very large ears.
The biggest ears and the best of ears!
Why precious our ears our akin to the felines of the world, not just in movement dexterity or appearance! Oh no, with are ears we can hear the tiniest grain of sand fall inside the hourglass to the sound of war drums beating across the mountains from leagues away.
Come to think of it we are very much like two footed upright walking Snow Leopards or think of us as humanoid cats, (which is the same thing I told my sister at your age).
For you see like our friends the mountain wildcats we, Warlens, also possess in place of more human fingernails and toenails various types of claws, which we can extend or retract to our advantage, as we see fit.
I particularly like showing mine randomly whenever I have to deal orders out to the guards, it keeps them guessing, pet! (Wink)
Their horrified faces could amuse me for hours.
Why just the other day I made a most disagreeable messenger from that lousy loudmouthed Orcish oaf named Azog, stumble back in fright so badly when I unsheathed my one fore claw that he fell off the Cliffside and impaled himself amongst the Thorn Trees!
Ha Ha HA!
Oh the expression on his fellow compatriots faces, luv, was to die for!
So much so, that I simply couldn't resist unsheathing the rest!
If only your mother would let me take you out on patrol. They looked like fish with their jaws hanging so low opening and closing and opening again!
I began to suspect they were trying to catch flies.
Well after their leader had gone and lost his footing I thought best offer my condolences and some drinks. After all just because one inadvertently maims or kills a guest doesn't mean one should lack the dignity of a good host!
Manners precious.
They make a society. That aside it doesn't pay to be impolite.
No indeed precious.
More flies with honey.
Palms in place of claws my dancing little devil delight.
So, there I went placing my unsheathed clawed hand upon one orc's shoulder, giving my best smile and in retrospect I imagine the fangs were a bit much for them, but oh how they ran!
Like mice precious! Like mice!
Ha. Ha. Whahaha..Ha. Ha!
I never dreamed a couple of Orcs could scatter quite so fast!
One would have thought a Balrog had been chasing them!
Why the rest of the patrol began making bets!
I won nine salmon and seven tuna's!
Ha!
What?
Why my sweet brat bat, are you scrunching your face up like that?
….
Your mother say's betting is a dirty habit.
She say's I'm a sucker for…WHAT!
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Honestly. My ssssissster.
(( Grumble, too mmmmany bbballoons…grumble I CAN TOO RESIST A BAD DEAL!… growl. Helium has rotted her brain. snarl. Hisss….Now I'mmmm ssstutter! Arg! Growl. Murritzza!ssss)
There'sss only one thing for it!
Ignore your mother precious.
She only sayss that because she never wwwins, and she'ss become bitter over the fact!
I'll teach you how to gamble properly.
So you always win good Fish and then ssshhhe'll have nothing to complain over.
Now…. (cough. Sister..squid. Ahem.)
Oh yes. Excuse me pet….where was I?
Ah. Yes. As for Warlen bodies they are naturally lithe and slim, although some over indulge and they become a bit more rotund. (Which is the reason why one should stop after four helpings of a meal.) Our forms are also good for jumping, we tend to land on our feet and despite our lack of wings we are very aerodynamic which is why we fly by our magic.
Did you see precious I just made a rhyme?
Our diet consists primarily of fish, and anything else we deem appropriate.
It does one no good to be picky precious.
No?
Supposing you end up in a desert one day, just you and a goblin, survival of the fittest my luv, it's nature's great game.
So play wisely.
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Now don't give me that look precious.
I find it rather offensive.
Honestly now I can't threaten goblins!
What IS my sssister, Murritzza, feeding you?
That is a question I must quickly add on top of my other priorities.
What?
Oh yes…very right pet, very right, I'm loosing focus.
Where was I?
Ah. Yes. The body of the Warlen, so in our natural states we look over all rather like humans and elves, but unlike them we have the ears of a feline that also move as a felines, by this I mean that our ears rotate and allow us 'directional hearing'.
We have claws in place of nails all though it's easy for us to retract our claws far enough in to make them appear as just finally sharpened long human fingernails. Our hands despite our claws look overall like mans, though we have very soft palms as Kits.
(Kit is the word that we, Warlens, call our young until they reach majority. Majority is reached when a Warlen turns their first three hundred years. While Adulthood is not fully recognized until a Warlen does two things: 1. Masters a talent apprenticeship and 2. Is of the age of six hundred or so years roughly. Adulthood can vary and (some pet never grow up..).
Now our species arms are like any other peoples of Middle Earth but I realize now that our Feet may take some more considerable explaining.
You see love just like our hands, our feet have claws too, also let me ask you precious have you ever seen a dog stand on two legs?
Looks a bit silly doesn't it?
Yes.
Well you see we Warlens, in our natural state, have an extra double joint somewhere between the normal heel you might find on a human's foot and in the middle region of what would be around the human's calf a little under the knee.
This double joint is what allows us to jump so well, and I often wonder precious if Uncle Marvolo isn't onto something when he says we our just the evolution of some ancient cat species that the Dark God crossed with some poor Elf he had captured?
It's seems logical, and the peculiarity of our legs and feet also explain why I believe many of us including my fellow Warlocks have a particular attraction to high heeled boots or various versions of the shoes we call Geta.
Although many of us enjoy being barefoot, I do think propriety demands we put something near or over are toes.
Speaking of…our most distinct feature when it comes to our feet is that Warlens my sweet mayhem, have only six toes.
Three nicely long clawed toes to one foot each.
Yes. Unlike every other species we Warlens have only just six.
Six that we enjoy keeping hidden under a variety of footwear!
Most of us anyway.
Stars above know I wish dear sweet Granny would cover her hideous feet.
It would be a kindness precious.
It really would.
Even if for the sake of just covering the stench.
Ah…Squids and Pickles.
One can dream. My pet. One can dream.
Anyway moving on, thanks to being double jointed in our legs we can either walk like some imaginary creature such as the satyr or we can simply stroll around flat footed like a dwarf.
It's really up to the individual.
Which then brings me up to our eyes, my mischievous little soufflé.
The Warlens, other most distinct feature, is our elliptical pupils in our eyes.
With them we can see the blade of dew upon the morning grass from yards away, we can see the aura of another creature as clear as day and all the small signs of Ea.
And at night, oh love.
Our eyes were made for seeing in the darkness of the world, when all other things cannot.
Which is why are city doesn't have more then just a few Jodinz lit lanterns per square.
For we can look out into the vast sea of the night sky and where other creatures glimpse only a few glowing stars of light, we see the cosmos wrapped in the great blankets of nights shadows. Those constellations, those beautiful bejeweled nebulas, those evanescent aura's of intertwining astral planes hidden in Nights sweet shade were made just for us and in the dark caves of our world we find the crystals of our planets core that still sing and glow in echo to the stars above.
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.
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In essence my darling we are the great hunters, the great opposites of all those who fear the Dark.
For we embrace it.
We are a part of it, like the fangs in our mouths, that I tell you can in truth be used and have been to suck the blood from other creatures in time gone by.
Yes.
We have the power to be as silent as the grave, precious, while we crush any prey in our path and it is us alone who can see magic with our glowing naked eyes.
That is how the first of us found it.
Hidden, lost, the lingering remains of great Ea, great Iluvatar, the Heart of All translated to БүхЗүрхний, in the ancient Warlen spell tongue.
Tucked away in the Darkness….
It was our ancestors, the First Warlens, who found the shattered bits of the divine with our claws.
And it was the First of our Kind, she who is Nameless.
Melkor's Mate, our dear mother Goddess, who gave us our gift of empathy to counteract and balance out are father Gods gift of ecstatic malice.
And with the remains of Ea upon contact we were changed, and became much much more then just another one of the Dark Valar's creatures.
We became something new.
We became something separate and thinking, compared to the rest of Lord Melkor's dark legions.
If that is what you believe.
….
..
According to the old scrolls we did join in his fray, my pet, here or there, for we our predators too, and our records repeat this, but never did we expose ourselves.
And little by little precious, we slowly crept away from the pointless battles.
For our kind became too much of both really?
Too little darkness and too much light.
Too much shadow and and too little sun.
..
.
We Warlens, made and changed by Ea became more like Ea?
Great Ea. The Great Illuvatar, the Heart of All, БүхЗүрхний or as I prefer БүхСүнс that which we Warlens, now worship above all others entities, even above Melkor and his Mate.
For the Great Ea sang the first spell song and made the world.
Then of course the Valar and the Maiar, came to be and they were the ones who began to sing the divisions into this world called Middle Earth. But as the story goes precious, great Melkor, his horrible maliciousness did not agree to the divisions that were being made, and he grew angry.
Thus the first war was waged.
I could fill a library with all the comings and goings of those early battles, and an even larger one on the following wars when those pointy-eared demons came to be brought into existence.
But….I shall skip all that in general and move backwards to when we, Warlens, were made which was a good thousand years later from Ea's first Creation Spell, no doubt.
Granted this is still of some speculation...
..
Still you see luv, after countless upon countless of decades of waging war, the Dark Valar named Melkor or Morgath as some know him, grew at long last weary and disheartened.
He could no longer sing a single spell of making.
He could no longer sing a note of power.
His soul, for lack of a better term was saddened and full of despair.
And in his despair my precious he would look over to the shining wonders of the other Valar such as Yavanna's soft shining trees and he would secretly weep of envy. He would gaze at those first creations, those beautiful Quendi Elves sung into the world dancing in the other Valars early dawn, and his self-hatred grew.
So naturally to extinguish his pain, Melkor tried to slaughter and ruin the other Valar's works, but alas or thankfully, our great father maker failed, and the other Valars creations multiplied.
It was then they say after he had created the Vampire and the Werewolf, that the Dark One had fallen into the deepest pit of damnation where he at last met Her.
Тэрхэнзүүдлэн, we call Her in the ancient tongue, it means "She who dreams."
For we do not know where she came from precious.
Nor do we know her name.
We have only a myth that I will tell you which is what Granny MuhBaba told me when I was a Kit, and it is this speculative truth that:
As the war of the Valar went on and on, the remaining spirit of Ea, grew heartbroken at its Children's constant fighting. The death of so many was staining it's perfect song that is the world, and in it's all-knowing wisdom it saw no end to the squabbling but only the ruin of all it's precious work everlasting.
Breaking the song of its divine creation before it could even reach its summit.
So Ea decided intervention was necessary. And in finding the Valar led by Manwe too proud to change, it went instead to Melkor and wove another being for It's purposes.
Thus She was formed with the lingering of Ea's hope and a piece of the void of space itself.
Our mother Goddess.
The separate Valar.
The last Ainur.
Melkor's Mate.
Тэрхэнзүүдлэн.
They say after she explored Arda on her own for a time as no more then a gentle wind, that she crept upon the unsuspecting Melkor hidden in his own darkness. So quiet was she that for a long time he thought her nothing but his shadow.
Then one day with much mirth and great surprise, just when Melkor decided to make the Dragon Breed, her voice like the sudden sting of a scorpion sung out of the darkness at a random moment for the first time filling Melkor's lair, full of comments on his latest work telling him he needed to give the wyrms wings.
In shock, the Dark Valar, Melkor instead sang the note for fire and that is why the Dragons have both wings and flame.
It is also speculated that this is why Dragons are such odd creatures for when Melkor was interrupted in his making of them by our Goddess, we wonder precious if he truly was able to properly finish the job?
One doubts it.
…
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At first precious it is believed, Melkor did not approve of Тэрхэнзүүдлэн and he tried to hide from Her as he did with all the other Valar. Happily for us, he was never able to do so.
No matter where he went, our Goddess was able to find him, for she could see in the darkness as clear as day, and thus Melkor could never hide from the last sung born Valar.
And oh for a divine entity she was beautiful.
Her hair they say was of the softness of shadows, and her being glowed like the dying embers of an eclipse at twighlight, but as she was beautiful she was also as cold and ever churning as the bottom of the icy sea.
She did not fear Melkor rather he entertained her with his scheming and plotting.
And so one day my pet, after loosing yet again to the other Valar, the great Melkor went to her out of long overdue weariness and he sung to another for the first time of his woes.
Which was when at long last Ea, great Illuvatar's plan was set into it's glorious motion, for our Mother Goddess after hearing our Father's lament, threw away her immortality for a form of flesh as the first Warlen Witch and she suggested with her mortal transformation an alternative idea for Melkor's Darkness and a balm to his suffering.
And thus is it written in our scrolls and inscribed that she sung and I quote,
"Waste not thy songs on plotting schemes or vicious things, but stay still. Come form new ballads by way of me, show the others what vast darkness merged with gentleness can weave. Make them the ones filled with desperate vain envy.
For nights dreams and songs are thy most precious keys."
And that dear niece is how some believe our kind originated.
The Children of Melkor and his Mate.
The Warlens.
Our Hidden History.
Our Kind.
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"Is that really true Uncle?" asked a small little warlen girl raising her brown freckled nose in the air. Her coffee colored skin and golden glowing elliptical eyes open wide with full helpings of speculation at this bizarre bedtime tale her Uncle had chosen.
Given a choice she would have preferred the other story from last night. Where the nasty goblin prince was turned into a rooster only to be caught in a cage by a Warlen princess and then somehow ended up smashed under a clock, but her Uncle had said he couldn't stand repetition.
Therefore Princess Arisza, first-born daughter of the Eldest Princess Murritza of the Royal Family of Wickjodinz, sat with all the amazement a youthful kit could possess, when faced with an impromptu history lesson.
Cross-legged in the folds of her frilly pink nightgown, upon her bed she stared at the seven-eight foot tall looming figure standing across her room in the small candle lit bedchamber, and had to admit that although the story was lacking in it's classic 'Once upon a time', flavor that her Uncle had still somehow managed to make it just as interesting?
He was good at that, her favorite Uncle. She was sure he could make anything interesting if he wanted. It was why he was her favorite. Most adult witches and warlocks grew boring to the young kit, but not Mirrazz.
Uncle Mirrazz was special.
Even though she was only turning forty this year, (the equivalent of eight in human years), which was still extremely very young for a Warlen. Princess Arisza was already coming in tune with her blooming powers of extreme observation and had seen her beloved Uncle, with her cousins and little brothers, regale a speech to the public about the most mundane of subjects and yet still manage to make the entire citizenry of the city cheer aloud for him.
He was her idol with only the ever elusive, Aunty Millasia to follow.
Besides of course her parents and Mother Mabriz, but in truth Mother Mabriz frightened Arisza a little. It was her way of staring. Grandmother Mabriz just had an aura of sharpness and silence that felt too cold in comparison to her other relatives, maybe it was because she was Queen?
Princess Arisza didn't know.
Her spotted arms wound tightly around the green stuffed toy Aunty Millasia had made for her sixth birthday as she thought on her Uncle's narrative. The toy was in the shape of a goblin that had one brown button eye missing, a real tooth sewn in the smile, and a big obnoxious red nose, but her favorite part if Arisza had to confess were the floppy green leaf shaped flaps for ears.
It was the little princess's favorite thing in the entire world and she would go nowhere without it for as long as possible, no matter how stained or full of stitches it got.
She loved it and that was final.
"Why of course it's true! My precious little brat bite!" snarked Uncle Mirrazz as he waved his large long fingered hands and arms about in overactive enthusiasm. His voice purring with a loquacious tenor of natural guttural, smarmy, sleaziness that conquered the impossible and managed to convey nothing short of affluential elegance.
He was as her mother had always said, a natural performer with his meticulous movements and compendium of various talents. And if what Princess Arisza, had overheard her Uncle Maurius say offhand in conversation to her Aunty Millana was true, then outside the Royal Family, he was also the most feared Warlock of all Middle Earth.
Even the foul 'Witch King of Angmar' would dare not cross Uncle Mirrazz….
"The shear audacity of even questioning my words! Why you conniving skeptical little boggart!" sneered her Uncle with a glinting tone of playfulness.
"Oh…dear…dearie me… I can see what's happening here," he purred in a growl as he raised one long dark whiskery haired eyebrow and raised a gold tipped black-clawed hand to his chin in thought. His eyes narrowing in the low bedroom candlelight where amongst the shadows the two golden orbs gleamed in what another creature like a dwarf, would have assumed was malicious intent. When in truth it was merely nothing but delighted teasing.
"Your abandoning your childhood! To become yet another wench in my life!" he declared violently.
Arisza then watched as her Uncle Mirrazz changed pitch in his voice and pretended to let out a mournful wail of anguish while he flung his long arms over his head, "Oh the calamity! The foul twist of fates great fangs! Brooms! That I should lose my beloved little kit of a niece to that oh so detestable thing called… Adulthood! Who will help me torture the frogs in my laboratory? Who will I call upon now to share my wonderful pranks with? Alas….Alas! FOUL CONSTERNATION! TIS THE TOLL OF DOOM!"
Arisza giggled happily as her Uncle in his excitement began to jump around the room with surprising grace. With his dark green-black cape swirling behind him, he squawked and huffed indignantly at her blatant display of mirth at his expense, "WHAT! WHAT! Find this funny do you pest? DO YOU! WEeeeELLLL I NEVER!? See if your getting any more toys from me this year you little minx! Growing up and leaving your beloved Uncle and giggling BESIDES! Giggling! Humph."
"Hee…hee, but Uncle, Uncle Razz?" tried Arisza between giggles only to be interrupted.
"BUT UNCLE! BUT UNCLE!' Why? Hark? I do believe that is the sound of my niece? NAY! IT IS SOME FOUL DARK Goblin mischief magic! OH THE CALAMITY! OH! She's grown up and DISAPPEARED! OHhh WHERE COULD SHE BE!? ARISZA! Oh! ARISssszzZA!" at this Uncle Mirazz cocked his two large bat like ears down against his head and much to Arisza's delight began pretending that he couldn't see her. Giving all of her laced up dollies viscious snarling scowls as if they had an answer for him, as to her 'supposed whereabouts!'
Suddenly his golden luminescent eyes went wide and his slitted pupils narrowed to the point of disappearing as he grabbed her dollies and threw them in the air! Lace and frills went everywhere as her Uncle Mirrazz took a serious pose of many a scheming madman, " I HAVE IT!" he shouted, "No doubt that repugnant bedtime closet monster has snatched her! Yesss…"
Uncle Mirrazz sneered, his long narrow clawed fingers then wiggled a bit in a gesture reminiscent of a spider's movements as he seemed to appear contemplating something when a most horrible smirk etched itself across his face, then with the grace of an acrobat he sprung across her room with the quickness of a Southern Rhun Crocodile towards her bedroom wardrobe!
"There is but one course of action! Avast ye foul closet monster! Unleash my niece or I shall rip apart your flesh and suck out your eyeballs! Yes. Yess. Yes Indeed! HAVE AT THEE!"
Princess Arisza couldn't stop the laugh that sprung from her as she watched her Uncle 'battle' the contents of her wardrobe, and chuckled as one pink petticoat and purple scarf seemingly "sprang to life" and tangled their way upon the fierce Warlock!
"WHY YOU FOUL SILKEN THING! UNHAND ME AT ONCE!" Shouted the Warlock as Arisza watched more and more of her cloths being tossed out of the closet and into the air! Some items began floating around the room in wide flying arcs, as they seem to spring into "life" and her golden eyes widened in delight as she spotted a pair of her knickers ridiculously trying it appeared to have tea with her bonnet over in one corner of her room. While on the other side of the room she watched as her stuffed animals all of sudden began to dance and go about the room in a sort of animal stuffy parade?
THUD!
"GADZOOKS! I'VE BEEN SHUT IN! THE BOUNDER!" cried Uncle Mirrazz from her now firmly closed wardrobe.
Princess Arisza shot off her bed in alarm, "Don't worry! Uncle Razz! DON'T WORRY I'LL SAVE YOU!" The Princess stampeded her way through the parade of stuffed toys and kicked one disgruntled looking teddy out of her way as she rushed forward!
Her tiny-clawed hands reached the handle just as her Uncle's muffled voice suddenly asked, "I say? Ugh! Arisza what the devil is this?...Smells like…. Stars what in Melkor's name? Oh Yuck! sssrrrREVOLTING! Some sort of stash of….'jelly treats?' What is this sticky concoction you've been hiding amongst your socks that I've so "luckily" stepped in?!"
The little Princess froze in horror at having been caught! She'd been snitching jelly bun treats from Aunty Murritza's Bakery for the past week but had unfortunately forgotten where it was she had hidden them until now.
She felt her cheeks turn an embarrassed red.
"Arisza?" asked her Uncle in a slightly irritable tone of curious query.
"IT'S A PROJECT!" she shouted spontaneously! Yes what a brilliant idea!
"A What?"
"A PROJECT!" she shouted again in desperate panic! All she had wanted was her own hidden supply of treats!
"A project? Hmm…"began Uncle Mirrazz from within the still shut closet in skeptism, "More like a confectionary catassstrophe," he snorted.
Arisza felt like a complete idiot, 'How in Stars will I get out of this?' were her thoughts as panic gave way to embarrassment. With no solution coming to her rescue Arisza decided there was only one thing for it. To run.
So run she did, all the way to her rooms door when a pair of strong male arms wrapped around her and next thing she knew she found herself tucked under her Uncle Razz's elbow as he merrily cheered over the discovery of his favorite niece's new interest!
"Why my delightful little sugar glutton!" he started, "Why keep this from me?"
"Because Uncle Razz! I can't let Aunty Viv know!" said Arisza near her Uncle's armpit.
Mirrazz snorted, "Asssss if, I would ever expossse such a wonderfully fine secret such as this! What sort of a Warlock do you take me for snot face?"
Arisza was silent for a few seconds before she decided just to say it, "You're a ..blabbermouth."
Her Uncles large black furred tipped ears twitched back a bit before facing forward again, "I beg your pardon wart."
Arisza contemplated how much her Uncle loved her.
"Did you say I was a..a 'blubber' cause if so I'll have you know that I am in pristine athletic condition" proclaimed her Uncle as he swung her around the room in his arms as if to prove his point before he continued, "and I have no ….idea…how that has anything to do with your snitching treats habit? Unless you think that I shall now that I know be snitching them from you in turn?"
At hearing that Arisza frowned for she had expected as much and in a second this fear was confirmed when her Uncle went on to say, "which by the way I most certainly shall! Now that I am partial to this new partnership in thievery and blossoming espionage! Ah. Yes. Your next task will be to snitch one of those nice doughy things with the honey inside them and the fish paste. Mochie? I believe Aunt Viv calls them?"
"Uncle RAZZZ!?" shouted Arisza exasperated.
"Yes?"
"You're a Blabberer!" proclaimed Arisza.
….
…
"I AM NOT!" sputtered Uncle Mirrazz indignantly!
"Yes you are."
"NO I'M NOT!"
"YES YOU ARE."
"NO."
"YES."
"NO."
"YES."
"NO."
"YES! YES! YES!"
"NO. NO. ."
"…No?"
"YES!"
"No."
"YES! ABSOLUTELY YES SNOTFACE!"
"Okay Uncle Mirrazz you're a blabberer," accepted Arisza cheerfully as her Uncles protest sputtered out and his mouth hung open in a dumbfounded pose.
Then with a sort of wicked glint in his golden eye, her Uncle let out a long drawn out dramatic sigh before he stated in an overly deadpanned voice, "Very well…my dear little Witch! It seems you've won this round but if a snack doesn't appear in my quarters sometime soon be warned….I shall have my rrrREVENGE!" and on that last word the young kit was sent hurtling for a few seconds in the air.
With his magical power sparking in the candlelight, Mirrazz's extremely fine sharpened claws glinted gold and his crafty golden eyes shone out from his pale face like two pits of molten lava contrasting with his dark midnight locks as they swirled in long curls atop his head. As Arisza floated through the air she watched as her Uncle tossed his tall lanky body about the room in dramatic poses of unnamed horror at the very idea that his beloved niece had outwitted him!
His long cape swirling along behind him causing strange shadows to play across her bedchambers walls, then suddenly he flopped onto her bed with a hissing gusto!
Leaving Arisza to stare from the ceiling down at him before unseen hands gently caught her midair and pulled her softly back onto her now crowded bed, as her silly Uncle lied there, belly down dejectedly.
'Was it really true?' Arisza wondered. How could her Uncle be the most feared of all Warlocks? He was lying like a dead fish on her bed and he had juggled lit candles and played dolls with her all afternoon but apparently he was supposed to be the most dangerous Warlock in all Middle Earth?
For some reason Arisza just couldn't see it.
"I can feel your little beady eyes staring at the back of my head with extreme perplexity?" Uncle Mirrazz then said with a gentle growl, as he propped himself up to face his favorite niece with a fanged smirk, "What is it that has you so tongue-tied bug bite? What possible thoughts are traveling in that empty space betwixt thy ears? Hmmm?"
"Well…Uncle….I was….well…." began Arisza slowly as she sank down to sit.
"Two wells? Oh now this is going to be good. I better sit up for this," interrupted her Uncle as he moved his lithe body into a cross-legged sitting position, pointy boots an all, directly twelve inches across from his niece. Whereupon he proceeded to fold his hands, in a gesture most associated with mad scientists or villains in another world. He then lifted both long dark eyebrows up in an expression of neutral open calm. While his extremely large fur tipped pointy ears folded forward in an erect position of attention.
"There now, I'm ready pet, ask to your hearts content all the inappropriate questions you can throw. I'm quite …prepared to fling them back at you! By morning I will no doubt know the name of your most hated enemy and forbidden lover! With all the dirty details in between, (here his voice had dropped two octaves) then we shall be true blue bosom companions for all of ….timmmee." he finished in a toothy growl.
Arisza couldn't help chuckling as she began to form her question when she was interrupted by a large shout coming from beyond her bedchamber's door.
"MIRRAZZ! MIRRAZZ! Where in sundry is he? BROOMS AND TOADS! MIRRAZZ! DAMNIT! MELKOR'S &^*&! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" howled the voice of the annoyed Princess Millanna, second daughter, of the Royal Family of Warlens, as she marched her way down the dark castles hallway.
"MIRRAZZ!" she screeched like some demented banshee.
At the sound of Aunt Millanna's voice Uncle Mirrazz's back stiffened and his gold eyes flashed brilliantly and in split seconds Arisza found her whole room to have been swept, scrubbed, and cleaned!
Not a doll out of place, startled by the speed of his magic, Princess Arisza looked at her Uncle whose eyelids were drooping and for just a moment she heard an irritated inaudible groan escape his lips.
"MIRRAZZ! MIRRAZZ!" screeched Aunty Millanna again, her voice hurting Arisza's eardrums a tiny bit.
"MIRRAZZ! STARS! WHERE ARE YOU!" came another screech.
Uncle Mirrazz sighed, and Arisza watched in fascination as her Uncle stood up, transforming right before her from the silly goofball that had entertained her for the last four hours or so into the powerful and if she were to be honest downright scary individual she sometimes saw going into the Council Chambers.
"MIRRAZZ!" shrilled Aunty Millanna as she deliberately barged into Arisza's bedchamber sending the oliphaunt ivory carved doors slamming against the walls, "THERE YOU ARE! DON'T TELL ME YOU'VE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE CONFOUNDED TIME!? YOU & &^^%...!"
Before Princess Millanna could utter another word, Arisza watched as Uncle Mirrazz lifted one golden-clawed finger and flicked it towards her Aunt, whose ruby red lips upon his actions, magically sealed together shut tight. Putting an abrupt end to whatever else Princess Millanna had been 'saying'.
Then in one graceful gesture her Uncle moved his arms in a welcoming manner as he all but stalked towards Aunty Millanna,"My…dearszz. Sssweet ssssister," he hissed, "How nice of you to join us and with such language in front of the young kit won't ssister, Murritza, be 'thrilled' at what you've taught her daughter. Tell me Millanna what's it like to have such a limited vocabulary?"
At this Arisza watched as Aunty Millanna's pale face turned an interesting shade of red while a vein in her pale forehead throbbed, as it appeared she was fighting hard to break the silencing spell Uncle Mirrazz had cast upon her. The older witch was practically burning a hole in her Uncle's face as she stared straight at him with a frightfully hateful look accentuated by the heavy black eye-shadow she wore around her golden-orange eyes.
It was no secret in the Hidden Kingdom of Wickjodinz, that there was a mutual amount of discord, to put it mildly, between certain members of the royal family, none so tangible or so easily formidable as the one between Princess Millanna, and his esteemed majesty High Lord & Crown Prince Mirrazz. What had caused the rift between the two was to this day a mystery that only the party members involved shared but for the last hundred of years or so, what had initially been a slight dislike or grievance had evolved into two assassination attempts courtesy of Princess Millanna and one crushing blow after another from his Majesty Mirrazz.
Until this moment Arisza had not cared to understand too much of the rumors or 'grown-up' business that had been discussed regarding this thriving hatred between her two older relatives, in truth she had been too young until now to really understand the subject at all. It had only been something that her mother Princess Murritza, the first born daughter of the Royal Family, had discussed with Aunt Vivienne, The Lady of Fans second sister to Queen Mabriz. However, seeing her Uncle and Aunt face off against each other as they were in her bedchamber, put an end to any doubts about whether or not they actually liked each other.
Indeed, it seemed as if Aunty Millanna as far as Arisza could tell was going to explode any moment if Uncle Mirrazz didn't remove his spell soon?
Yet it seemed her Uncle was too busy enjoying throwing taunts at Aunty Millanna to notice her rapidly descending attitude?
"Come, come sssister dear? It's rude to stay silent when someone asks you a question. Why? People will think you were raised in a Cuckoo Pen, such a poor reflection of the family would be most unssssuitable. Oh wait?! Why? Pardon me sssister I forgot you CAN'T talk can you?" taunted Uncle Mirrazz as he smugly waved his clawed hands inches from Aunt Millanna's face, one gleaming claw gently moving a strand of dark black hair that had fallen loose from the beaded Kanzashi hair ornaments she wore. His grin turning out right malicious as he invaded Aunt Millanna's personal space, suddenly the room that had moments before been filled with a safe and cozy candlelit darkness now felt cold and the shadows that had been simply playful now filled the room with a deep menace.
Princess Arisza couldn't help the small squeak of alarm at the change in atmosphere, that did not go unnoticed by her Uncle, as she felt an invisible hand gently caress her head, but although she felt her Uncle Mirrazz's magic sooth her he did not so much as move or glance in her direction. With his back to Arisza, his golden glowing eyes stayed fixed upon Aunt Millanna, who glared back evenly but lowered her shoulders a bit to show her …temporary acquiescence.
Her small submission though, had not fully satisfied her Uncle for before he released her from his spell and lifted the looming darkness he had created in the room he put his face right in Aunt Millanna's and softly hissed, "Now. I know manners are not your strongest suit 'sssister dear', but if ever again you barge so haphazardly and brazenly into my beloved nieces room with such vile filth spewing from that rrrevolting mouth of yours again, you will find your self missing a tongue by morning! Do we understand one another? Nod your head. If so?"
Aunt Millanna's eyes flickered briefly towards Arisza before she did slowly comply with one elegant nod of her ornament covered, head, however the energy in the air remained tinged with animosity.
Seeming indifferent or unaffected by the air, Uncle Mirrazz merely chuffed a little, before releasing his spell, as soon as she was free to speak again Arisza watched as Aunt Millanna wasted no time.
"I am here brother 'dear'," she softly spat, "as the one to come fetch you to the Council Chambers. The Council Meeting began three hours ago and Mother Mabriz finds your tardiness distasteful. Personally, I thought it rather nice for a change to have you absent but it seems I am in the minority."
"Really? What a surprise," responded Uncle Mirrazz sarcastically.
"Hn. Granny… insisted I get you. So if your done 'playing' lets go.." and with that Aunt Millanna twirled around in her flowing layers of her beaded red Ruqun, like an angered eel. Her hair ornaments swaying behind her violently like the flaring of a dragon's spikes.
Uncle Mirrazz let out another irritable sigh before he turned to face Arisza who found herself sitting in a curious stupor. He approached her bed and with only a gesture or two was able to silently communicate to her that it was now time for her to sleep, but Arisza found her mind to be buzzing.
She knew that night had fallen upon the Hidden Kingdom, and that it was indeed her bedtime, but her mind was too full of questions, namely about the Council Meeting.
Only the adults were allowed to attend the Council Meetings in the Council Chambers, but like many royal kits before her, Princess Arisza found this completely unfair. Curiosity, was a terrible thing for her kind, and she had heard so many stories in regards to that part of the Castle that she now found herself dying to go see it for real, especially because of the way Aunt Millanna had just behaved.
Arisza wasn't particularly fond of Aunt Millanna but what she had just seen had her rightly worried and puzzled?
Aunt Millanna had been upset and as her Uncle tucked her in under her beds silken sheets she noticed that he had a sort of troubled look that she couldn't really understand?
Something was happening?
"Uncle Razz?" asked Arisza as innocently as she possible could.
"No pet," stated Uncle Mirrazz, seeming to have read her mind!
"But Uncle Razz, I'm a royal too? Shouldn't I go?" begged Arisza extra sweetly.
"Stars above, brat. According to your aunts and grandmothers, no. M'dear snot face, You should not. Shall not. And if anyone asks I'm going to tell them that I told you, you could NOT!... Therefore I must insist you stay here in this bed and I must say to you good night..,…" answered Uncle Mirrazz before his golden eyes caught her own, where a sly conspiring look crept upon his face.
"However, it occurs to me that I've been hearing rumors of a clever little 'pastry thief' roaming all around the place?" her Uncle stated to the room at large before he made his way swiftly to her bed chambers ivory doors, where he paused and with his dark cape fluttering behind him turned his head to look over his shoulder at her, his face the very picture of craftiness and challenge, "And just think snot face? They'll be serving Dragon Beard Candy during the whole wretched affair, your Aunt Millanna's favorite by the way. Heh. As for me I think I'll have to ward my plate with curses, just so that I can manage a nibble? What do you think precious? A good idea?"
Arisza grinned enthusiastically, "Oh, yes Uncle Razz! That' a great idea!"
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Disclaimer:
Okay. So I know I have a lot of explaining to do. Number 1. I only own my original characters and ideas. Anything you recognize as Tolkien's etc. is Tolkien's etc., I am sadly making no profit from this whatsoever! Hence why my time is taken away from writing! Sob. Sob. Sob.
Number 2. Reality is just hard and gets in the way with all of my projects, I had high hopes with my new job, that I would be able to manage writing more with more frequent updates but sadly things have not gone according to plans. In fact I'll be searching again for yet another job pretty much tom, and the next day.
C'est la vie.
Now.
I want to say this THIS CHAPTER IS THE ONLY CHAPTER THAT WILL BE LIKE A PAGE OUT OF 'THE SIMARILLION' FOR THIS PARTICULARLY STORY,WHAT WITH THE HISTORY OF THE WARLENS AND THEIR SPECIES ETC. SO I UNDERSTAND IF IT'S A BORING UPDATE OR DISSAPOINTING, BUT I WANT YOU READERS TO SORT OF KNOW THESE CREATURES, BEFORE HAND SO YOU CAN ENJOY WITH ME THE SHAKE UP THAT THEIR EXISTENCE WILL CAUSE WHEN THE ELVES ETC. FIND OUT ABOUT THEM.
IT WILL BE WICKED FUN!
ALSO I really am a selfish creature myself, I only write for my own pleasure and at my own pace, if I could it would be all I do 24hours a day, sadly I have bills to pay. Sigh. So on that note, know that my stories are not abandoned or being blatantly ignored, I just am an extremely slow writer and am working on multiple projects and I mean multiple.
The important part is I am still working on each of these when I can.
And I will be posting new stories as well as soon as I am able, that I've started.
Just to at least get the ideas of them out there in the cosmos! Lol.
On another important note:
The Warlens are cat like shape-shifting creatures that in my head are a blend of 18th century Europe, pirate ship, matriarch led- meets pretty much Asia. All of Asia. Not specifically Chinese, Japanese, Mongolian, etc, but just Asia, all mixed up.
Reasons why: 1. ASIA: ROCKS! BETWEEN THE BEAUTY OF CHINESE PALACES AND JAPANS SAMURAII'S AND MONGOLIANS SHAMANS!
IT'S JUST AWESOME AND AMAZING!
2. MIDDLE EARTH IS OVER-RUN WITH MID-EVIL EUROPE! IT'S SOMMERTHERED IN IT! CHAINED UP BY IT! I MEAN THIS IN A NICE WAY. HOWEVER, IT LEAVES A LONGING FOR OTHER CULTURE IN THE WORLD OF ARDA and I needed a contrast to the Elves.
One that is just as rich, beautiful, and diverse and could leave the Elves rather breathless!
Now. Moving on:
I DON'T HAVE ALL THE KINKS AND BLENDING OF THE WARLEN CULTURE WORKED OUT, BUT I DON'T HAVE ANYONE HELPING ME WITH THIS, AND WITH MY LIFE WHERE IT IS I DON'T HAVE THE LUXURY OF …WORKING ON THIS AS FREQUENTLY AS I WISH.
SO I'M GONNA WING IT. (At least what I consider winging it to be?)
HOWEVER I WILL DO MY VERY BEST! Also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T GET OFFENDED BY MY NAÏVE USE OF ASIAN THINGS, AND PROBABLY LATER MISTAKES WITH ASIAN CULTURES.
I NO NOTHING- JUST LIKE JON SNOW.
I write only to get the demons, and people, and dancing witches out of my head.
That's all.
Lastly, Please don't get offended if I do not respond back to any reviews! I always welcome reviews, but I am pressed for time, and to avoid giving people too high expectations, or too many disappointments, I've decided it best if I don't respond.
Occasionally I will, but it's just easier this way.
I am not trying to be mean; and I DO ALWAYS ALWAYS APPRECIATE ANY SUPPORT GIVEN!
IN FACT THANK YOU ALL JUST FOR READING ANYTHING I'VE WRITTEN THIS FAR! YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME!.
Well- I think that's enough for now- on to working on the next chapter!
-Ever Grateful- Stella Limegood
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