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Summary: Many years have passed since that fateful day in Greenwood the Great. Humans are now the dominate race. The legend of elves and other races have faded.
Chapter One - Migrating Westward
[560 years later]
The sun was setting, making the sky turn brilliant hues of dark purples and pinks. A shadow was cast upon the green terrain has sounds of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. Along with the sounds of the hooves, could be heard steps of other beings. Some large, and some small. Some hefty and some delicate.
Yet there was no one around with the keen hearing the Eldar used to have to distinguish what footsteps belonged to whom. But if you looked, in the distance you could see a herd of people. Humans. They were making their way across the darkening land like they had been for some days already. Moving only in daylight and resting under the veil of night. For that was what they were accustomed to. The evils of old no longer existed in this realm, or any other realm for that matter. It had been dispelled some time ago and the evil and the creatures that defeated that evil had all but faded into myth. Most of the people now walking and riding on the horses did not believe in the myths and legends of old. Because they were just that; myths and legends. They had been told these stories as children. Their parents would whisper stories of great and wonderful races of beings that fought the biggest evil of their world. They would warn them about going too far away from home or the evil race known as the orcs might snatch them up and fancy them as a feast. "They eat children just like you, you know," the adults would say to their little ones. Some of the children would be frightened, and would take the heed of not going too far. The rest saw into the fallacy of their parent's folklore and knew it was only to keep them close to home and to keep them from going where they weren't suppose to. If the children were smart enough and lucky enough, they would go to the old library in their town and read old books. Books that were very much like history books, though they were seen as mythology.
A certain individual now riding with her people in this land use to go to the library in her small village and read these "mythological" books. A young woman, about the age of 19 with golden brown hair that flowed down to the small of her back and amber eyes that were said to be a "revaluation" by her father's standards. Her heart was set on finding the lost ruins the books told her of. She wanted to find the different races of people the books mentioned. Races of hobbits, dwarves, elves, orcs and ents. The humans were taking over and it frightened some of the other races. The girl knew that hobbits existed because she had seen them before, about 10 years ago. Passing through her country, moving on to somewhere new. But they too were dying out, as the dwarves did about 50 years before she was born. She knew of no evil race that still exsisted. Most of them had died in the supposed "war of the ring". "The war of the ring is a myth," she was told time and time again by her peers and even her family. Something in her heart believed it did happen. The most mysterious race was that of the elves. Nothing was spoken about these people. The humans today did not have conversations about them because they too were a myth, as was the war. The girl had read about their passing into the west, which was the explanation for the reason why no elves inhabited these lands anymore.
Her memory switched back to a time where a boy had laughed at her for defending the elves against a crude remark he had told her.
"They're just fairy tales! None of it ever happened! You are completely daft for believing in such folly tales!"
She had fought back tears that day. Regaining her composure only to kick him in the shins and run home. She glanced up from the brown and white horse she sat upon and moved her amber eyes to the line of people walking before her. They were riding closer to the entrance of a vast woodlen area. Even though she did not have keen eyesight, she could tell it was very dark and dense in those woods. Even without the cover of night. A voice from the front of the line suddenly rang out;
"We will make camp in those woods a half a league or so north west of us."
They were going to stay in those woods? But what about the dangers that might be waiting for them behind a darkened tree or path? The girl's mind raced with thoughts of fear and excitement. She loved forests with all her heart, but this one held a venomous quality about it.
A half an hour later, the party had reached the brink of the dark woods. The girl's light brown eyes followed the line of trees upward where she saw the hunter green canopies. She jumped down from her horse, took the strap around his neck and led him with her to the front of the line. The man who led the group was a familiar face to her. Her father, who was now standing, talking to her mother.
"Father, those woods are fair teaming with an ominous aura. I do not like this forest. Can we not stay just out side of it? On the edge?" Her questioning gaze rested upon her father's stern face. "No, Lirnowen. Some form of secrecy must cover us. There are other races of men besides our race Lirn. Our race is not held in reverence amoung those other races. You must remember this. They would kill us if they found out we are trespassing near or on their land." He moved his horse to a tree just inside the outskirts of entrance they had just passed through. Lirnowen did the same with her horse, but tied him up to the tree next to her father's. "Don't you know who owns these lands? If we knew who owned what, couldn't we be a little more careful? Don't you remember what happened last week, father? How we lost Hinal?" Her father thought about the events of the day where an opposing human group bombarded them. Hinal, his dear friend and guard, was shot by a poisoned arrow and killed. "Yes, daughter I remember. I try not to but I do. And I have no clue who owns the lands outside of the eastern borders. I wish I did, but I have not gone very far in my travels. I am trying. Believe me, I am trying to keep my people safe." Lirnowen sighed and nodded, she all together understood, even though it disheartened her.
You see, the humans had grown into a very distrusting race. No one knows how, but signs of it had shown up long ago. Humans split into many different groups or tribes. They fought over land and water. Food and expenses. Nothing was really ever safe. The older humans use to say the evil had returned. Yet it was now in human form. As the races of humans grew in dishonor and distrust for each other, the land became more harsh and barren. The lives of those who were once safe, where now in grave danger. Lirnowen's tribe had settled on the bordors of what use to be known as Gondor; the now, once again, kingless realm. Her people, known as the Kiernorians, were a constantly hunted race, known more as gypsies than respectable folk. They were now on the move. Looking for peace in an unpeaceful world.
Lirnowen gathered her things from a pack on the back of her horse. She brushed him for a while and whispered gentle comforts into his ear.
"It's been a long day hasn't it Kerofel?" She patted him once more and gave him a carrot to munch on from her pack. She set up her own camp a little ways away from the others. She usually did this; kept to her self. She was never welcomed with the other humans of her age. She had a friend once, but she was taken away to be with another group and Lirnowen never saw her again. A wooden flute could be heard playing softly from the people who sat around a fire. Earlier on her mother had insisted she sit by the fire and keep warm. "You'll catch your death!" she said, but her daughter refused. Saying that sleep was overwhelming her and she was retiring. She slept not, staring up into the trees. She wished she could see the stars, but the huge branches and leaves would not allow it. She lay there thinking for some time, long after her kin had fallen asleep. She still lay awake, on her left side with her back facing the camp. She gave a huff of aggravation. "I search for sleep and it runs from me," she whispered to herself. No longer being able to stand the roots of the trees and the rocks that were digging into her back, she stood from her sleeping bag. She looked around to see if anyone had heard her movements and realized no one had. She tip toed further away from the camp. The night noises instantly hit her. Lirnowen was not aware of these sounds, since she was now lost in her thoughts. The crickets and solemn calls of the owls were intensified to her hearing. The paranoia started to rise inside of her as her head and eyes would occasionally dart from left to right. Lirnowen stopped dead in her tracks to do a full turn around to make sure no one was following her. She suddenly felt as if she had been a bit stupid to wonder off from safety into such an unsafe place. 'I'm just over exaggerating. No one inhabits this forest...at least I hope so.' She kept walking until she thought she saw a flash of something silver out of the corner of her right eye. She whirled around, her eyes frantically scanning the tree trunks that encircled her. Now she knew she was quite fatuous for wandering here. 'I shouldn't have come here,' she thought and started to walk back, with a quickened pace, through the path she had taken from camp.
Something whizzed past her head and hit a tree trunk a few feet in front of her. Her quickened pace turned into a run, and she approached the tree to find an arrow still shaking in the bark. She snapped her head back as she ran and saw nothing. Turning her head around while running was a big mistake. When her head came back around it was met with a tree standing firmly in her way. She collided with it and came crashing down to the leafy floor. Out cold.
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Summary: Many years have passed since that fateful day in Greenwood the Great. Humans are now the dominate race. The legend of elves and other races have faded.
Chapter One - Migrating Westward
[560 years later]
The sun was setting, making the sky turn brilliant hues of dark purples and pinks. A shadow was cast upon the green terrain has sounds of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. Along with the sounds of the hooves, could be heard steps of other beings. Some large, and some small. Some hefty and some delicate.
Yet there was no one around with the keen hearing the Eldar used to have to distinguish what footsteps belonged to whom. But if you looked, in the distance you could see a herd of people. Humans. They were making their way across the darkening land like they had been for some days already. Moving only in daylight and resting under the veil of night. For that was what they were accustomed to. The evils of old no longer existed in this realm, or any other realm for that matter. It had been dispelled some time ago and the evil and the creatures that defeated that evil had all but faded into myth. Most of the people now walking and riding on the horses did not believe in the myths and legends of old. Because they were just that; myths and legends. They had been told these stories as children. Their parents would whisper stories of great and wonderful races of beings that fought the biggest evil of their world. They would warn them about going too far away from home or the evil race known as the orcs might snatch them up and fancy them as a feast. "They eat children just like you, you know," the adults would say to their little ones. Some of the children would be frightened, and would take the heed of not going too far. The rest saw into the fallacy of their parent's folklore and knew it was only to keep them close to home and to keep them from going where they weren't suppose to. If the children were smart enough and lucky enough, they would go to the old library in their town and read old books. Books that were very much like history books, though they were seen as mythology.
A certain individual now riding with her people in this land use to go to the library in her small village and read these "mythological" books. A young woman, about the age of 19 with golden brown hair that flowed down to the small of her back and amber eyes that were said to be a "revaluation" by her father's standards. Her heart was set on finding the lost ruins the books told her of. She wanted to find the different races of people the books mentioned. Races of hobbits, dwarves, elves, orcs and ents. The humans were taking over and it frightened some of the other races. The girl knew that hobbits existed because she had seen them before, about 10 years ago. Passing through her country, moving on to somewhere new. But they too were dying out, as the dwarves did about 50 years before she was born. She knew of no evil race that still exsisted. Most of them had died in the supposed "war of the ring". "The war of the ring is a myth," she was told time and time again by her peers and even her family. Something in her heart believed it did happen. The most mysterious race was that of the elves. Nothing was spoken about these people. The humans today did not have conversations about them because they too were a myth, as was the war. The girl had read about their passing into the west, which was the explanation for the reason why no elves inhabited these lands anymore.
Her memory switched back to a time where a boy had laughed at her for defending the elves against a crude remark he had told her.
"They're just fairy tales! None of it ever happened! You are completely daft for believing in such folly tales!"
She had fought back tears that day. Regaining her composure only to kick him in the shins and run home. She glanced up from the brown and white horse she sat upon and moved her amber eyes to the line of people walking before her. They were riding closer to the entrance of a vast woodlen area. Even though she did not have keen eyesight, she could tell it was very dark and dense in those woods. Even without the cover of night. A voice from the front of the line suddenly rang out;
"We will make camp in those woods a half a league or so north west of us."
They were going to stay in those woods? But what about the dangers that might be waiting for them behind a darkened tree or path? The girl's mind raced with thoughts of fear and excitement. She loved forests with all her heart, but this one held a venomous quality about it.
A half an hour later, the party had reached the brink of the dark woods. The girl's light brown eyes followed the line of trees upward where she saw the hunter green canopies. She jumped down from her horse, took the strap around his neck and led him with her to the front of the line. The man who led the group was a familiar face to her. Her father, who was now standing, talking to her mother.
"Father, those woods are fair teaming with an ominous aura. I do not like this forest. Can we not stay just out side of it? On the edge?" Her questioning gaze rested upon her father's stern face. "No, Lirnowen. Some form of secrecy must cover us. There are other races of men besides our race Lirn. Our race is not held in reverence amoung those other races. You must remember this. They would kill us if they found out we are trespassing near or on their land." He moved his horse to a tree just inside the outskirts of entrance they had just passed through. Lirnowen did the same with her horse, but tied him up to the tree next to her father's. "Don't you know who owns these lands? If we knew who owned what, couldn't we be a little more careful? Don't you remember what happened last week, father? How we lost Hinal?" Her father thought about the events of the day where an opposing human group bombarded them. Hinal, his dear friend and guard, was shot by a poisoned arrow and killed. "Yes, daughter I remember. I try not to but I do. And I have no clue who owns the lands outside of the eastern borders. I wish I did, but I have not gone very far in my travels. I am trying. Believe me, I am trying to keep my people safe." Lirnowen sighed and nodded, she all together understood, even though it disheartened her.
You see, the humans had grown into a very distrusting race. No one knows how, but signs of it had shown up long ago. Humans split into many different groups or tribes. They fought over land and water. Food and expenses. Nothing was really ever safe. The older humans use to say the evil had returned. Yet it was now in human form. As the races of humans grew in dishonor and distrust for each other, the land became more harsh and barren. The lives of those who were once safe, where now in grave danger. Lirnowen's tribe had settled on the bordors of what use to be known as Gondor; the now, once again, kingless realm. Her people, known as the Kiernorians, were a constantly hunted race, known more as gypsies than respectable folk. They were now on the move. Looking for peace in an unpeaceful world.
Lirnowen gathered her things from a pack on the back of her horse. She brushed him for a while and whispered gentle comforts into his ear.
"It's been a long day hasn't it Kerofel?" She patted him once more and gave him a carrot to munch on from her pack. She set up her own camp a little ways away from the others. She usually did this; kept to her self. She was never welcomed with the other humans of her age. She had a friend once, but she was taken away to be with another group and Lirnowen never saw her again. A wooden flute could be heard playing softly from the people who sat around a fire. Earlier on her mother had insisted she sit by the fire and keep warm. "You'll catch your death!" she said, but her daughter refused. Saying that sleep was overwhelming her and she was retiring. She slept not, staring up into the trees. She wished she could see the stars, but the huge branches and leaves would not allow it. She lay there thinking for some time, long after her kin had fallen asleep. She still lay awake, on her left side with her back facing the camp. She gave a huff of aggravation. "I search for sleep and it runs from me," she whispered to herself. No longer being able to stand the roots of the trees and the rocks that were digging into her back, she stood from her sleeping bag. She looked around to see if anyone had heard her movements and realized no one had. She tip toed further away from the camp. The night noises instantly hit her. Lirnowen was not aware of these sounds, since she was now lost in her thoughts. The crickets and solemn calls of the owls were intensified to her hearing. The paranoia started to rise inside of her as her head and eyes would occasionally dart from left to right. Lirnowen stopped dead in her tracks to do a full turn around to make sure no one was following her. She suddenly felt as if she had been a bit stupid to wonder off from safety into such an unsafe place. 'I'm just over exaggerating. No one inhabits this forest...at least I hope so.' She kept walking until she thought she saw a flash of something silver out of the corner of her right eye. She whirled around, her eyes frantically scanning the tree trunks that encircled her. Now she knew she was quite fatuous for wandering here. 'I shouldn't have come here,' she thought and started to walk back, with a quickened pace, through the path she had taken from camp.
Something whizzed past her head and hit a tree trunk a few feet in front of her. Her quickened pace turned into a run, and she approached the tree to find an arrow still shaking in the bark. She snapped her head back as she ran and saw nothing. Turning her head around while running was a big mistake. When her head came back around it was met with a tree standing firmly in her way. She collided with it and came crashing down to the leafy floor. Out cold.
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