Chapter 2

Wow. I haven't even looked in this story in over a year, but since I have a bunch more that I could post, just in case anyone was interested... I thought, why not? So here you go! Merenwen, chapter 2!

Arle the elf skipped along the plains merrily from the Hills of Lions. He was a fine young elf, clad in green, not too thin and in good shape. A quiver was slung over his shoulder and a bow lay in his hand. He was a merry type, compared to some others of his kind; he ignored negatives and was optimistic. He lived with his mother, Lisle, who was immensely fond of him. Laughing quietly to himself, he spilled out a song that had welled up inside his heart,

Away, Away I run from you

Pockets filled with your food

And you sit there without a clue

Without even saying goodbye, how rude!

Arle was tackled from behind, he reached for his dagger but it was snatched from his reach by a slender hand.

"Hush Arle" It was Lisle, his mother. "What kind of fool are you? Skipping across wide-open plain, belting out that you have pockets full of Lamonian food? Do you want them to curse this land next?" She rose, dusting herself off, "Come and help me prepare an invisibility potion for the pixie king, he wants to study the Larmonians a little closer."

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Melou watched as the Larmonian raiding party searched the woodlands, he had already warned all those in the area, and he was now taking count of every home destroyed, so that Tisme and him could provide necessaries for those families affected.

As the party headed home, he turned and flitted back to him home within the willow.

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"Who else saw him?" Asked Ishi, the commander of the Larmonian raiding party.

"Me"

"Me too" spoke up two old-timers.

"Good, let's follow the elf, see if he's got another little rebellion going, because ya'know what that means, right?" The Larmonians licked their lips and nodded, and the party headed off in the direction of the elf.

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Tisme was cooking when Melou returned, and Wishela was playing near the door. Tisme turned earnest eyes up to her husband. "How bad was it?" She asked, afraid to hear the answer.

"Not too bad, they completely missed the dwarves, but the two humans families on the east side of the river were hit, but they had gotten away with many provisions, all they need is their houses rebuilt"

"Good, Good, here love, try this gravy I made for the dwarf pie" She was about to ladle some gravy onto Melou's plate, when the door was kicked open by Ishi.

"Well, hello there" She grinned evilly. Melou, who still had his quiver on, strung it and aimed.

"Now, now, don't get hasty" The Larmonian replied cooly, "You wouldn't want to hurt the little one, would you" And Tisme and Melou both saw, Wishela was in the hands of the Larmonians.

It's strange how my writing style has changed. Tell me what you think, I'd love to reflect .

I have to say though, I will probably never rewrite this, I'm still suprised I managed 60 some-odd pages!