Ok, yes, I am completely obsessed with elves...
Anyhow, this is all about my lovely little happy elves', although they aren't really happy for a while...
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A gentle wind carried the sounds of the settling eve up through a high window, rustling parchments as it blew.
Lisle fingered a bird necklace around her neck and breathed in the summer's haze. Through half-closed eyes she saw the little ones enter through the door, and through wide-awake ears she heard them. "We were told you'd tell us a story M'lady"
"You three must learn to quiet your footsteps, I bet the moles heard you coming"
The one who had spoken hung her head, "Yes M'lady"
Lisle smiled, it was impossible to stay mad at the three. "Now sit, my dear royalty, and I'll begin"
Encouraged by the smile, the three surrounded the elf and she began.
"Long ago, when your parents were a little younger than you are now, what was that, a few thousand years maybe? Well, long ago, few spoke the language we speak now. Elves like you and I were scarce. Look around you, great houses like this were impossible to find. We were scattered and weak. Some humans doubted our existence even, Comparing us to foolish little wood sprites and silly nymphs. We were few, the Lamonian king, Dartolia, threatened our very future. Your mother's parents, Melou and Tisme, were one of the few elves that were able to keep their family together. Many looked to them, as our race's only hope.
"Sit quietly my young ones, look into the depths of the fire and tell me what you see"
Retisame was the first to pipe up "I see your face, looking back at me, M'lady"
Lisle chuckled, "No no, my future elf king, look deeper, look so deep into the fire you find yourself looking back into your own souls"
Tisme, the namesake of her grandmother was next "I see mum playing, but she's younger..."
Haratylu spoke up "I see an elf, not one I recognize though..."
"Good my lovely maidens, hold those images and keep looking, as I tell you your parents' story..."
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No flaming of my lovely piece, I am very proud of it...
Anyhow, this is all about my lovely little happy elves', although they aren't really happy for a while...
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A gentle wind carried the sounds of the settling eve up through a high window, rustling parchments as it blew.
Lisle fingered a bird necklace around her neck and breathed in the summer's haze. Through half-closed eyes she saw the little ones enter through the door, and through wide-awake ears she heard them. "We were told you'd tell us a story M'lady"
"You three must learn to quiet your footsteps, I bet the moles heard you coming"
The one who had spoken hung her head, "Yes M'lady"
Lisle smiled, it was impossible to stay mad at the three. "Now sit, my dear royalty, and I'll begin"
Encouraged by the smile, the three surrounded the elf and she began.
"Long ago, when your parents were a little younger than you are now, what was that, a few thousand years maybe? Well, long ago, few spoke the language we speak now. Elves like you and I were scarce. Look around you, great houses like this were impossible to find. We were scattered and weak. Some humans doubted our existence even, Comparing us to foolish little wood sprites and silly nymphs. We were few, the Lamonian king, Dartolia, threatened our very future. Your mother's parents, Melou and Tisme, were one of the few elves that were able to keep their family together. Many looked to them, as our race's only hope.
"Sit quietly my young ones, look into the depths of the fire and tell me what you see"
Retisame was the first to pipe up "I see your face, looking back at me, M'lady"
Lisle chuckled, "No no, my future elf king, look deeper, look so deep into the fire you find yourself looking back into your own souls"
Tisme, the namesake of her grandmother was next "I see mum playing, but she's younger..."
Haratylu spoke up "I see an elf, not one I recognize though..."
"Good my lovely maidens, hold those images and keep looking, as I tell you your parents' story..."
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No flaming of my lovely piece, I am very proud of it...