The Elf of Cuivienen

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Chapter 2: The Elf.

Aseldor was an Elf, a Vanyar Elf under the fair Ingwe. He was amongst the first Elves that were made. He still remembered the day exactly as it was. His first sense was a bright light, nay, intolerable light which burned his eyes. And he looked up and saw a great darkness. But the dark was not barren, great and shining stars peeped from the skies above and Aseldor was entranced. He could not look away. But something touched his feet. And Aseldor looked down, and he saw a small bird at his feet. Intrigued, he put his hand about it and lifted it up and stroked it. And the bird chirped, and Aseldor laughed, and all the other Elves laughed with him.

It was then, that Aseldor looked around him and saw others laughing too, and he laughed again. He still laughed merrily at its remembrance. It was now, well nigh many years since that day and the Elves had forged dwellings to live and clothes to wear. Their days were merry, they drank the sweet water of the streams upon thirst, and the trees were ever ready to provide the Elves with food on hunger. But Aseldor wanted to see the beauty of . outside, for since they were made, the Elves had barely ever explored the areas outside the region of the streams.

But Aseldor wanted to see other sights, other birds, and other streams. And thus, he trudged the eaves of the forest. But Aseldor was not alone; with him were Ealir of the Noldor and Olesan of the Teleri. They climbed trees, made songs and sang them and looked upon the stars. As they walked merrily, they came to the foot of a small hillock. And they perceived something on it. They looked up and saw a shadowy creature standing rigidly. The laughed and hailed it. And the shadow looked at them, though they could not see its eyes, they could feel the gaze of the shadow upon them and cold gripped them. The innocent Elves knew naught of fear and pain. They had never known it. But as a creeping cold crept upon their backs, they perceived that something was wrong.

But they unheeded it and continued to sing and laugh as they hailed the creature. The shadowy form finally started to come to them. And the Elves were now held by another emotion. They felt as if they must now run away. But they could not understand it and still looked at the shadowy form, but they laughed and sang no more. As the form got close, they were overtaken by panic. Aseldor took a step back. Ealir walked back slowly and Olesan went quickly. But then, the shadow blasted forth and took out a whip and slashed at Aseldor.

Aseldor blinked. He lifted his right hand and looked at it. It was red. He touched it and it stung, and Aseldor blinked again. He had felt pain. And a tear escaped his eyes. He suddenly heard a cry, and he saw Ealir fall and Olesan with red water spouting from his eyes. He wondered at the nature of the red water. The shadow now came upto Aseldor again and whipped him on his mouth. Aseldor cried. The feeling was terrible. He fell on the ground and saw the same red water fall from his lips. He felt it; it was watery but not water. He tasted it; it was not water but something else. He rejoiced, he had discovered something new. Something that was not seen in the eaves of Cuivienen and he looked up. The shadow came against him again. Aseldor felt the same hard and raw feeling again, and the world went black.

************************************************************************Aha! I am getting better (at least according to me!). And thus, Aseldor was taken by the dark shadow. Reviews, I lust for! ************************************************************************