Yes, the prologue is finally, done. I am sorry I had to do it, so you
would have background information. Now, we can get onto the story! Legolas
is coming up! I just thought I would tell you incase I forget, THIS IS NOT
A MARY-SUE! Sorry for those of you thought it was. Just incase you did not
notice in the prologue.
Enjoy!
Cerelina
Disclaimer: I own noting, because I am not a genius like Tolkien. Katanya and her siblings and her friends, co-workers, and all are mine!
"Hi!" = Talking, in elvish and common tongue. Every elvish word in here is from a site so do not know much, so correct me if I am wrong!
'What?' = thinking, or telepathic conversation (only between elves very connected to another, like twins.)
**** = Change in time, or view, or place.
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It was mid morning as the sun's warm golden rays shone through the tall leafy branches of Silverwoods. The golden rays blended perfectly with the silver tinted leaves, giving them the appearance that they glowed the color of flower nectar. Most of the dews from the morning had disappeared leaving only a glistening cover on the leaves. Traces of yesterdays storm had faded away, leaving only the wet ground, littered occasionally with branches from their home, and the giant waves that crashed upon the white sparkling sand, warning even the strongest of swimmers away. The giant white marble that was actually three staircases winding into one near the base ended a few feet below the ocean. The last step and the banister were tinted blue as the see through blue-green water lapped against it.
A tall lone she-elf with strawberry-blond hair lounged casually at the base. Her small wooden sandals were on her left, as she watched, the next wave approach her ten small toes that were dangling over the step lightly touching the water often, causing slight ripples before the next wave comes. Her light skirt was held indecently above her knees, exposing her pale white legs. The next wave finally approached, crashing into the stairs. Ten small toes immediately felt cooled from the hot air. The seawater sprayed on the she-elf refreshing her. Her sharp elven eyes, identical to the ocean her feet were in, swept across the shore, left, right, and left again. Upon the second glance to her left, her eyes picked up a small white oval shaped door growing until it was around the average height for an elf, which is about six feet, in width the door only wide enough for one person. In one motion, the she elf stood up while adjusting, and smoothing her skirt. She bent slightly and grasped her sandals. She walked into the ocean on the final step, soaking her skirt and feet up to her ankles and went to the light, and waited.
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The white light entered her, filling her with joy, filling every fiber of her being, making her feel alive. She willed the power to surround her as she stepped into it. The satisfying pleasure of the power running through her vanished a moment later, making her want to embrace it again. However, she strongly resisted to it, and stepped out of the oval door she created. Her soft leather boots made a splash, as her they landed in ankle deep seawater. Without though, only repeat ion, she waved her hand willing the door to close and the magic to dissipate, finding its way back to the earth.
"Nae saian lumme'"(It has been to long.) A light voice called to her left. The dark mahogany long hair whipped around, as the she-elf's head turned to face the voice. Gold eyes belonging to the newcomer met the sea green of the strawberry-blond.
" Amin weera. Nae saian lumme'" (I agree, it has been to long.)
"Well? What happened? Is the daughter of the high house of Suns recovered? Is the Queen of the Fairies in good health, and the child?" The sea green eyes filled with seriousness, as she discussed their job, and the latest attacks from orcs.
"Fiona, am I a novice now? Can I no longer handle orc-inflicted wounds? Am I so incompetent that I can no longer deliver a fairy child" The golden eyes filled with mirth, as she glanced up at the other elf, beginning an old taunt again. Without missing a beat, Fiona replied.
"Rose, I know you are capable or these things, otherwise you would be likely answering to Zefira, or even me. I would be The White Rose. As keeper of written words I need to know so they will be on records." Fiona increased her step as they turned, and started up the white marble staircase.
"Risa was there, talk to her. Everything is true except I did every thing, not her. And I did not dishonor the Healing Order." She answered. The taller elf smirked in understanding. Risa, a powerful elf that was a high noblewoman, cousin to the Queen in Alexandria, she came to the Healing Order a millennia ago, unfortunately brining her noblewomen ego, and personality with her.
" News?" The ruling Healer asked.
"Solaire found, four young elven girls in Tallulah, on her journey to see the Regent of the Sea Elves. They are entered as pupils, and two maybe accepted within two years." Fiona told of the Silverwoods's closest and trustworthy ally (save Valinor) The Empire of the seas, or the sea elves, or underwater folk as they are called. They have amazing bonds with the ocean, and it creatures, unlike any on the world. The sea elves live in the ocean, in their underground and aboveground Empire. The ruling figure is a regent until the heir can take his place as Emperor of the Seas. The White Rose nodded.
"Age, rank?" she asked, as they neared the middle of the steps.
"All daughters of fisherman or breeders, none of nobility. The stronger two are sixty-seven, and fifty-eight. The others are younger, thirty-one, and forty. They do not know one another, but they bonded quickly since they are sea elves. I wrote up the reports, put one on your desk, and the copy in the Records Hall Katanya."
"Good, we will go into detail later, and I want to meet them. I have other things to discuss with you, however that will have to wait. Gather Zefira, Gabriel, Xanthus, and Laverne. Meet me at the Great Hall with them soon." We are going to north to Icicle Empire."
"North, surely not to Mirkwood? Rose?" Just thinking of traveling to Mirkwood, made Fiona almost sick up. Mirkwood still did not like Silverwoods, and what they did. Honor over happiness, was how the South was run. Honor was everything, it defined who you were and how. Up North, they lived more connected, and passionately. Like all elves, they believed they had a soul mate, other half, but went ridiculously far, by shaping their entire life around it. All northern elves search their whole live for their true love. It was accepted immediately, throwing away all status, and rules when two found one another. All elves believed they had a soul mate, but did not search, and care as much. Pairing was common, eventually after years, or respect and honor, for one another, it grew to love. The north had silly notions about sensing your other half, and being more connected, since your souls have been together since time began, being reborn again in different bodies, finding each other though each live. Destined to spend eternity with each other, happily, as if it were a fairy tale from the stories. Mirkwoods own King has hid the knowledge of free spells, from his own people, letting them believe they can connect only to their own forest and themselves, being hunters and all. Improving their bodies, by lasting longer, and asking the forest to tell them where enemies were, on and so forth, however not much else was know, for it was guarded.
Silverwoods, like Valinor, and the sea elves, and Icicle Empire, had many more magic's than that. Rank was based on power level. A commoner could only do one thing like make it rain, for his crops. Merchants and stronger elves could wield all of water, including ice and steam, melting and heating it with your mind. A Nobleman, or warrior, could control a storm, water, lighting, wind and all. Other elves thought it was barbaric. How could they live, not connect to the power, of the Valar, and the Earth? If the Southern elves, and the Ice elves, went to long without using powers, it would kill them. Using magic was an every thing for them.
"By the Valar No! To Icicle Empire, to war." The White Rose responded to the formality, without any. The White Rose is not called a queen or princess, for The White Rose is higher than royalty is. She is formally addressed by her title or by Rose. When in the castle of the Healing Order, she is called Mistress of Healing. She shuddered thinking, or Mirkwood. Fiona, the Pure Healer, curtseyed, and continued up the left banister, while Katanya started up the center staircase, to the Great Hall.
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Quick chapter I know only 7,000 words or so. Sorry, I had to go. I will try and update at least once a week. Legolas is coming up in the next chapter, or the one after I haven't decides yet. Anyway please tell me what you think, I would like to know both way what I can do better.
Thanks,
Cerelina
Enjoy!
Cerelina
Disclaimer: I own noting, because I am not a genius like Tolkien. Katanya and her siblings and her friends, co-workers, and all are mine!
"Hi!" = Talking, in elvish and common tongue. Every elvish word in here is from a site so do not know much, so correct me if I am wrong!
'What?' = thinking, or telepathic conversation (only between elves very connected to another, like twins.)
**** = Change in time, or view, or place.
**************
It was mid morning as the sun's warm golden rays shone through the tall leafy branches of Silverwoods. The golden rays blended perfectly with the silver tinted leaves, giving them the appearance that they glowed the color of flower nectar. Most of the dews from the morning had disappeared leaving only a glistening cover on the leaves. Traces of yesterdays storm had faded away, leaving only the wet ground, littered occasionally with branches from their home, and the giant waves that crashed upon the white sparkling sand, warning even the strongest of swimmers away. The giant white marble that was actually three staircases winding into one near the base ended a few feet below the ocean. The last step and the banister were tinted blue as the see through blue-green water lapped against it.
A tall lone she-elf with strawberry-blond hair lounged casually at the base. Her small wooden sandals were on her left, as she watched, the next wave approach her ten small toes that were dangling over the step lightly touching the water often, causing slight ripples before the next wave comes. Her light skirt was held indecently above her knees, exposing her pale white legs. The next wave finally approached, crashing into the stairs. Ten small toes immediately felt cooled from the hot air. The seawater sprayed on the she-elf refreshing her. Her sharp elven eyes, identical to the ocean her feet were in, swept across the shore, left, right, and left again. Upon the second glance to her left, her eyes picked up a small white oval shaped door growing until it was around the average height for an elf, which is about six feet, in width the door only wide enough for one person. In one motion, the she elf stood up while adjusting, and smoothing her skirt. She bent slightly and grasped her sandals. She walked into the ocean on the final step, soaking her skirt and feet up to her ankles and went to the light, and waited.
***************
The white light entered her, filling her with joy, filling every fiber of her being, making her feel alive. She willed the power to surround her as she stepped into it. The satisfying pleasure of the power running through her vanished a moment later, making her want to embrace it again. However, she strongly resisted to it, and stepped out of the oval door she created. Her soft leather boots made a splash, as her they landed in ankle deep seawater. Without though, only repeat ion, she waved her hand willing the door to close and the magic to dissipate, finding its way back to the earth.
"Nae saian lumme'"(It has been to long.) A light voice called to her left. The dark mahogany long hair whipped around, as the she-elf's head turned to face the voice. Gold eyes belonging to the newcomer met the sea green of the strawberry-blond.
" Amin weera. Nae saian lumme'" (I agree, it has been to long.)
"Well? What happened? Is the daughter of the high house of Suns recovered? Is the Queen of the Fairies in good health, and the child?" The sea green eyes filled with seriousness, as she discussed their job, and the latest attacks from orcs.
"Fiona, am I a novice now? Can I no longer handle orc-inflicted wounds? Am I so incompetent that I can no longer deliver a fairy child" The golden eyes filled with mirth, as she glanced up at the other elf, beginning an old taunt again. Without missing a beat, Fiona replied.
"Rose, I know you are capable or these things, otherwise you would be likely answering to Zefira, or even me. I would be The White Rose. As keeper of written words I need to know so they will be on records." Fiona increased her step as they turned, and started up the white marble staircase.
"Risa was there, talk to her. Everything is true except I did every thing, not her. And I did not dishonor the Healing Order." She answered. The taller elf smirked in understanding. Risa, a powerful elf that was a high noblewoman, cousin to the Queen in Alexandria, she came to the Healing Order a millennia ago, unfortunately brining her noblewomen ego, and personality with her.
" News?" The ruling Healer asked.
"Solaire found, four young elven girls in Tallulah, on her journey to see the Regent of the Sea Elves. They are entered as pupils, and two maybe accepted within two years." Fiona told of the Silverwoods's closest and trustworthy ally (save Valinor) The Empire of the seas, or the sea elves, or underwater folk as they are called. They have amazing bonds with the ocean, and it creatures, unlike any on the world. The sea elves live in the ocean, in their underground and aboveground Empire. The ruling figure is a regent until the heir can take his place as Emperor of the Seas. The White Rose nodded.
"Age, rank?" she asked, as they neared the middle of the steps.
"All daughters of fisherman or breeders, none of nobility. The stronger two are sixty-seven, and fifty-eight. The others are younger, thirty-one, and forty. They do not know one another, but they bonded quickly since they are sea elves. I wrote up the reports, put one on your desk, and the copy in the Records Hall Katanya."
"Good, we will go into detail later, and I want to meet them. I have other things to discuss with you, however that will have to wait. Gather Zefira, Gabriel, Xanthus, and Laverne. Meet me at the Great Hall with them soon." We are going to north to Icicle Empire."
"North, surely not to Mirkwood? Rose?" Just thinking of traveling to Mirkwood, made Fiona almost sick up. Mirkwood still did not like Silverwoods, and what they did. Honor over happiness, was how the South was run. Honor was everything, it defined who you were and how. Up North, they lived more connected, and passionately. Like all elves, they believed they had a soul mate, other half, but went ridiculously far, by shaping their entire life around it. All northern elves search their whole live for their true love. It was accepted immediately, throwing away all status, and rules when two found one another. All elves believed they had a soul mate, but did not search, and care as much. Pairing was common, eventually after years, or respect and honor, for one another, it grew to love. The north had silly notions about sensing your other half, and being more connected, since your souls have been together since time began, being reborn again in different bodies, finding each other though each live. Destined to spend eternity with each other, happily, as if it were a fairy tale from the stories. Mirkwoods own King has hid the knowledge of free spells, from his own people, letting them believe they can connect only to their own forest and themselves, being hunters and all. Improving their bodies, by lasting longer, and asking the forest to tell them where enemies were, on and so forth, however not much else was know, for it was guarded.
Silverwoods, like Valinor, and the sea elves, and Icicle Empire, had many more magic's than that. Rank was based on power level. A commoner could only do one thing like make it rain, for his crops. Merchants and stronger elves could wield all of water, including ice and steam, melting and heating it with your mind. A Nobleman, or warrior, could control a storm, water, lighting, wind and all. Other elves thought it was barbaric. How could they live, not connect to the power, of the Valar, and the Earth? If the Southern elves, and the Ice elves, went to long without using powers, it would kill them. Using magic was an every thing for them.
"By the Valar No! To Icicle Empire, to war." The White Rose responded to the formality, without any. The White Rose is not called a queen or princess, for The White Rose is higher than royalty is. She is formally addressed by her title or by Rose. When in the castle of the Healing Order, she is called Mistress of Healing. She shuddered thinking, or Mirkwood. Fiona, the Pure Healer, curtseyed, and continued up the left banister, while Katanya started up the center staircase, to the Great Hall.
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Quick chapter I know only 7,000 words or so. Sorry, I had to go. I will try and update at least once a week. Legolas is coming up in the next chapter, or the one after I haven't decides yet. Anyway please tell me what you think, I would like to know both way what I can do better.
Thanks,
Cerelina