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"Elorien" Written by hullabaloo22



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Chapter 2 (v.1) - Elorien - by hullabaloo22

Submitted: August 06, 2017

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There was a calmness to the air, a feeling almost of serenity and peace. Birdsong sounded out from among the branches of the tall trees, and the steady run of water as it dropped over the falls gave an extra sense of calmness. There was a pureness to the air that made it a pleasure to breathe in.

This atmosphere of calmness, however, did not extend to the inside of the Elven Palace. Normally at ease, today the hall was full of tension. It flowed from the Elves themselves who were usually quietly confident, correct in their behaviour but at ease with it too. This day found them tense, angry; maybe even a little fearful. They were uncomfortably still, rigid in their posture. The impression they gave was of waiting, but for what they were unsure of.

Eldien sat in his throne, his back straight, his head held high. Even so, the fury he was feeling was palpable throughout the entire room. “Are you sure, Coravlen? Perhaps there is some mistake, some confusion in the message. Perhaps....”

“With all respect, Father, there was no mistake. No confusion. He arrived back with a message that could not be misinterpreted.” Coravlen struggled to curb his impatience. There would be nothing to be gained by angering the king.

“Tell me again just what the message said. Exactly! No embellishments, no interpretations. Just the words.”

Coravlen looked steadily at his father, King Eldien, and said in a strong voice, “Woe be unto the Elf.”

“And that was all?” The king was perplexed. “Nobody put their name to the threat?”

“No, Father. There was no need. The bodies hanging from the trees were better than any signature.”

There was movement throughout the hall as the elves that were gathered there took in the full meaning of the messages; the words and the bodies. They did not speak, not wanting to disrupt the discussion taking place between father and son, King and Prince. Several of them exchanged glances that said as much as any words could possibly convey.

“The orcs?” King Eldien still resisted acknowledging the obvious, trying to cling to the belief that it was nothing more than a reversal of their own ‘Woe be unto the Orc’ battle cry.

Coravlen finally ran out of patience. His father was just refusing to see the obvious, did not want to admit the truth to himself or to his people. “Yes, Father, the orcs. But they were not speaking alone. The bodies and the writing both, they are the work of the Eants. The Treefolk have declared war with us, and have united with the orcs!”

“But why?” King Eldien’s already pale face was now almost white. “The Elves and the Treefolk have always had an understanding and an acceptance of each other. For generations that pact has existed. What has happened to bring about such an action of hostility.?”

The looks that passed between each and every Elf present was one of profound worry. Elven kingdoms were always amongst trees, the very forests were their homes. How could that continue if there was to be a war between themselves and the Treefolk? It was beyond belief, beyond comprehension. The full extent of the danger just could not be grasped, not instantly.

Coravlen seemed reluctant to continue. He knew more than he had said, that was obvious.

“Speak, Coravlen! We do not have time for your hesitation. You must tell all that you know!” Eldien was now fully in King role. Such was the danger of the situation not a moment could be spared.

“We brought it upon ourselves, Father. Or rather, a group of us did. They were hunting an Orc and got carried away. They kept up pursuit to the Temple of Urd, were warned off by a Dryad but chose to ignore it. A shot was taken inside the temple.....”

The King held his head in his hands while a gasp of horror spread around the Hall.

“That was not the end of it,” Coravlen continued. “They then attacked an Eant!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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