She was such a young thing, only a girl by their
standards. She had dark hair but bright eyes, and a
voice that was clear and high perfect for singing.
She was named Ellinbella, but everyone called her
Linbelle. She wandered over hills, reeds singing
softly to herself. And everyone seemed to love her,
she was only fifteen, but many dreamed of marrying of
her when she was old enough to have the little bird in
their own cage also her family happened to wealthy,
large and well respected.
Ellinbella didn't care about any of them, her bright
eyes stared out into the distance and her voice seemed
to carry her away.
Then one day, she quite sure she was alone in the
grove when he came. He wasn't like any she had ever
seen everyone she knew was shorter and plumper. The
stranger came and he was slender, pale, and tall. She
almost mistook him for a man. His hair was flaxen and
his eyes like blazing emeralds.
He had traveled far, he had seen men, elves and
dwarves, but not his own kind. Who he left, for
reasons that he didn't even know himself. He heard
that voice, and it lead him. Until he found the maiden
who was smaller and rounder then his own folk. But she
seemed twice as lovely all set a-quiver with her raven
locks and how her face grew red when she saw him. It
made him smile, he knew how young she was but it
didn't matter.
The stranger asked Ellinbella to sing and she obliged
willingly, though her voice trembled as she sang, she
sang the old songs with a pride she had never known.
She sang:
"When I was in my prime,
I flourished like a vine.
Along there came a false young man,
Come stole the heart of mine...."
Though she didn't know what the words quite meant.
They talked and laughed, he told her of the world, and
she marveled. She sang to him, and he marveled. Soon
they were in each others arms and soon they were
lovers. He camped in the grove and for they met, and
loved.
On third day Ellinbelle came back, singing and full of
joy. The stranger was gone, not trace of him remained
she had never learned his name. She cried and for
days, and the world itself seemed to have gone black
with his absence.
Ellinbelle found he had left her one memento, a
presence, a child was growing within her.
standards. She had dark hair but bright eyes, and a
voice that was clear and high perfect for singing.
She was named Ellinbella, but everyone called her
Linbelle. She wandered over hills, reeds singing
softly to herself. And everyone seemed to love her,
she was only fifteen, but many dreamed of marrying of
her when she was old enough to have the little bird in
their own cage also her family happened to wealthy,
large and well respected.
Ellinbella didn't care about any of them, her bright
eyes stared out into the distance and her voice seemed
to carry her away.
Then one day, she quite sure she was alone in the
grove when he came. He wasn't like any she had ever
seen everyone she knew was shorter and plumper. The
stranger came and he was slender, pale, and tall. She
almost mistook him for a man. His hair was flaxen and
his eyes like blazing emeralds.
He had traveled far, he had seen men, elves and
dwarves, but not his own kind. Who he left, for
reasons that he didn't even know himself. He heard
that voice, and it lead him. Until he found the maiden
who was smaller and rounder then his own folk. But she
seemed twice as lovely all set a-quiver with her raven
locks and how her face grew red when she saw him. It
made him smile, he knew how young she was but it
didn't matter.
The stranger asked Ellinbella to sing and she obliged
willingly, though her voice trembled as she sang, she
sang the old songs with a pride she had never known.
She sang:
"When I was in my prime,
I flourished like a vine.
Along there came a false young man,
Come stole the heart of mine...."
Though she didn't know what the words quite meant.
They talked and laughed, he told her of the world, and
she marveled. She sang to him, and he marveled. Soon
they were in each others arms and soon they were
lovers. He camped in the grove and for they met, and
loved.
On third day Ellinbelle came back, singing and full of
joy. The stranger was gone, not trace of him remained
she had never learned his name. She cried and for
days, and the world itself seemed to have gone black
with his absence.
Ellinbelle found he had left her one memento, a
presence, a child was growing within her.