Y Aiyehetian Part One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This tale is chapter two of the Abredallacht, essentially it tells the tale of how the elves fell from the stars and came to be. Since year 1 of the Second Era which occurred the moment Iailonor was sown this tale begins in year 3. Enjoy :) Some names have changed, Vulchor is no longer the God of war he is the god of fire and Ossra for a time is obsolete. Thus accordingly Polertes is now the God of war. And Dawe was later changed to Dyrwe, pronounced for the curious Duhr-way, because ÿ is pronounced like uh. any other u is pronounced like the oo in moon. This is probably useless but o well. :)

Submitted: November 21, 2007

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The Death of Mold:Mold Foul Breath bolted from Abh-Elammen, taking wing into the north he absconded o’er the lands of Thorel coming thus into the rime wastes of Iuim. Untroubled he steered within biting gale and hoary squall, till his ways went well beyond Meneth-Helebthein and he was come unto the gates of Isenbor set in Baurdruim. Helebgar was there, primeval ice drake, the gate warden. From afar off he beheld his kinsman advancing and having forewarned the Dark One had leave and thus drew open the gates of yawning darkness. “How now Mold,” Said Helebgar, “Long it has been since last the wind haled you in. The Vaiyar have been defeated, the Avar have won or did you not know this cowering in the shadows of the south?”

Mold looked on him in disdain, “How oft you prate a great deal of cringing and cowardice and yet here you lay, a fat waxing waste. Where were you when the Avar came? I conformed the will of my liege as behooved him so. Last I can recall from rumor you essayed naught to avail Isenbor. Therefore hold thy haughty tongue and say not of things you have not the knowledge of, when you are but a charlatan fraud!” And Helebgar shrunk back in indignity unmanned.

To Samparhonc he had flown, behind the withered vale of Belgroth. Utterly wayworn he sidled through the threshold gasping repeatedly for breath, “Hail Korbash, son of Aman, Lord of Edda!” Korbash stirred, his crownless head rose, he looked on his vassal and spake. “Tell me Mold, great ally what bids thee so far from where I gave thee to settle?”

“They are here, they have come, the Clur walk in Edda to again sow the seeds that from Alloth came, the scion of Onyalossa.”

Korbash bent his profuse brow, his flaming eyes burning in black fire, he inquired “How many moons ago? Say on for the urgency is dire.”

“Well nigh a year.” Mold pronounced and Samparhonc groaned. “It is certain though that they have as of yet not satiated the charge we still may set upon them whilst they least expect it.”

“No!” Korbash bellowed. “Not until they have sown the seeds. If the scion stands then when it is bereaved I may partake of its essence and thus be braced with power! We shall wait.”

Thence Carcobur the demon in raven fell assumed the Dark One conveyed to Thorel that from Dan-Dath-Lom he furtive haunted Bedwn’s every pace. For forty six years, he settled in Amdor in the remnants of Lepthoen that none within the walls of Menowebh wot his entity, not yet Bedwn’s omniscient mind. For three days eft the sowing of Iailor he slept upon its boughs marring its beauty by his blasphemous presence. Then he came again to Hell and to the swarthy son of God, afore his black siege, “It is done,” He spake, “Inor stands!”

Korbash inclined his neck, guffawing stridulous his peals of laughter pervaded all of Isenbor in his apprehensive malice, he impugned the divinity of Bedwn and charged Mold thus “Take it, raze it, burn it to the ground!” yet ere he departed Korbash gave him to drink of a magic draught that never would he yield to weariness in any form.

Now Mold set forth from Isenbor forging ahead and yet he would not fare to Amdor, nor bring to fruition the charge unaided. Thus he on thunderous wings mounted high the veil and descending again lowered upon Dathgor and the plains of Lagath-Ombra, far and wide. Swift he trespassed on Dom-Caug, the caverns of Mendurus and massive, dark-silhouetted unfurled his two vast wings, inciting a draft to stir what within lied. Arnbolg flinched, restive then at length he roused himself from dreaming and Mold insisted, “Rise brother, the night is fresh, being bereaved of her ornament, for Eye has gone to lie with ufin in the land of Chcalath, come again!”

“Brother long the years have come about. Scarce have I looked upon thee. Thou hast converted some faculty of thy being. ‘tis thy regard it is augmented in the shadow a fearful sight! And thy voice how it grumbles like the groaning earth.”

Indeed both the countenance and the voice of Mold had been altered all through the years of his sojourn in Hell. The features of his face had roughened and his voice made the sound as if from the nadir of Hell it had risen. He was puissant, almighty, whose vigor none could contest. “Once you craven cowered in fear of the Goddess of Youth, yet Korbash shall bequeath clemency.” Mold descended his wings. “Arnbolg join me and as one we might ravage what the years have spent to work. The tree of Iailor shall fall!”

Though Arnbolg was adread nonetheless he knew that he could not forswear the charge, for his dignity had been marred by shame, so he bowed his head assent and primed himself for the charge at hand.

Then as one from Dathgor they soared beyond the clouds, beneath the ancient stars beating the air with their colossal wings. Amain they glided and moved toward the walls of Menowebh, forging across them effortlessly for Bedwn had not yet risen the barrier of her power, that they were unhampered in their flight.

Yet they would not proceed with no surveillance, for on Emon-Coenyn, the goddess Cereionnobserved them through a window of Bar-Nephroth. She quit her abode at the coast of her island, therewithal she hymned into being a conduit of rock columns up from the profundities of Limnen, employing them for to convey her unto Prt-Ancassen that when her pace echoed upon that silent sward the bridge sunk again into the depths. Therefrom she went through the eaves of Linholt going up to the sleeping land of the narocks where Rhdim has her home in a quaint bowers, Barfinning and she beat upon the door rousing that goddess alone, as was her will. Lilt came earnest and drawing ajar her door she exclaimed “What purpose have you here Cereionnin the deep hours of the night?”

“A brace of dragons approach, they are come to Amdor, and I fear that their purpose be apprehensive we must give Bedwn notice ere their charge is made!”

Far swifter in pace than the dragons themselves the goddesses traversed into Mtor, flitting throughout those fields like shy does, they dashed the bridge of Draust-Alar into the silvery lawn of Gimltor. They came, now scaling the hill of Dom-Elossa and burst into the foyer of Crsolantamid peals of deep rumor. Standing upon the marble floor they beckoned and in their voices cohesive had caused the fittings to start from the places of their resting. Promptly Bedwn made her appearance aloft the balcony at the pinnacle of the stairs, donned all in her nightwear, she exclaimed, “Wherefore such alarm is to be brought to Crsolant” Suddenly, a roaring reverberated in the night and the chandelier came crashing to the floor in shards of perilous glass. Straight away Bedwn arrayed herself in the dress with which she came to Edda effortlessly and summoned to her Ela. Invoking Elumenon she descended the stairs in splendor, vaulting her fair frame unto the threshold. The goddess came without and stood aghast gazing into the east toward the hill of Dom-Ehaw. Iailor was burning. Its sacred light had failed.

In fear trembling Bedwn called to the dragons as they perpetrated sin “What happens here? Iailor is sacred, to burn its suchness worth is to incur the divine wrath of the Avar and the Children of Aman. Desist thy onslaught and here now repent! Then perchance Oroden will judge thee kindly!”

Mold surceased his assault and Arnbolg quelled his fire. “’Tis the son of Aman who has bid me fulfill the deed that now you bear witness! And I shall not make heed to a thought of one of who is weaker than my lord himself.” And so they assumed their assault once more.

“Then if words will not sway your mind, then I give death to have your minds and your bodies, and your wretched souls!” Bedwn susurrated, her eyes shining alight. “Vlvairos take thee in Uten! For Urwe and Gilvriel do not give evil to pass into the west!”

With haste Bedwn called upon her steed, Pelchallorth, mounting his unbridled croup. She seized Ela aloft suffering its candescence to fill the night with ethereal light. Thereat she rode on o’er the fields of Gimltor limned to ebony in the dark moon and the tufts of grass wert tattered by his hooves. In one fell leap he bounded across Sylvasior’s broad flow and rode through Mtor onward toward the dragon foe. Anxious thus Mold forsook the roasting and made a sheer dive for the goddess. She rode on rightwards thereby thwarting his assault whence immense the dragon struck home with the earth desecrating the lawns of Mtor and relinquishing many hassocks of golden sward. And she weened him felled, wherefrom she rode on going up to Dom-Ehaw and scaled its spurs to bring down Arnbolg. Yet Arnbolg breathed flame upon her, in vain for her power abjured the inferno casting it away as a spray of misty rain. Fearful of Bedwn Arnbolg took wing, ascending and fled away shamefaced and alone. “Craven drake coward, you dare offend me and flee away to deny my challenge. May shame have you for your cowardice.”

“Bedwn!” Cereionncried, the goddess veered Pelchallorth bringing forth what was veiled from sight. Lo, arrears the dragon Mold unscathed save for a bloodied nose loomed before her, he breathed his foul breath against her entire frame “You shall not be triumphant Bedwn of the fair tresses. Beauty and innocence does not win a battle it is force something in which I am well edified!” he lurched his neck for Bedwn now uplifting Ela cut the flesh of his lip giving way to spurts of black blood. Biting it seared her flesh and Bedwn cried out in pain. Mold laughed, “If mere blood is suffice to injure thee in pain then the Avar have failed!” Then Bedwn by the faculty of their thought healed her wounds and with Ela the goddess and drake quarreled it out.

And to Cereionnand Rhdim it seemed that Bedwn yet in her great power would fall short and by reason of the might of Mold were they afraid. “Come,” Cereionnurged, “We will go to Laurhwened, to Istirdein in hopes that he might make use his powers to avail our goddess.” With that they crept across Draust-Alar and forged ahead into the north toward the gardens of Lhrih whither stardust resides. To Laurhwened they drew near, rousing alive the goddess Tianach and Istirdein the Oiala, divulging all that had transpired and Istirdein was keen to prove his worth.

Therefore what time they came again to the battle on Mtor, Bedwn grown spent was failing and Mold waged just as vigilant as when he first commenced. Istirdein hurled his arms aloft uttering some imperceptible yet curt phrase in the tongue of the gods that at once the wings of Mold were gelded and he massive came flung upon the earth. He was laid still and would not move. Nine times then Bedwn and Pelchallorth encircled the fallen frame of the dragon, nine times she cursed his name in the tongue of the gods. Then alighting she climbed upon his belly going up to his face and looked into his eyes. She spoke with words of disdain. “Meseems that thou hast fallen and been defeated, Mold Dragon King. It has come to this and so it ends this day. You have failed in essaying now one query stands prominent. How shall you fare in hell to where you are bound for you served Korbash and so will have no peace nor respite but live in turmoil evermore until the end of time.”

Now having spoke her finishing words youth raised Ela high scintillating above the drake’s beating heart and primed herself to slay him. Alas Mold endeavored one final blow to spare the life he prized his own.

“You canst not defeat me Bedwn, for the son of Aman conferred me power and I can undoubtedly usurp the might of the feeble Oiala. Do not ween that for you nor you allies that I have fallen for I do so willingly to have you here. Thus you bear upon me in waiting, waiting for death. So falls Bedwn, Avie of youth, The Flower of The World.” whence he cast dragon spell upon her, now wholly swooned the goddess of youth came hurled from the belly of the dragon to the earth laying motionless upon the ground. Then Mold adjured to fail the will of Istirdein and the ancient conjurer was gelded and he too wholly swooned was felled upon the earth. To the mould came Tianach, Cereionn and Rhdim. Yet ere Tianach collapsed she made one final prayer, to ufin her lord on high “O ufin of exalted name hear me and come haled on wind from the west, from Chcalath amain and with Rego slay this wretched beast.” She collided with the earth, and Mold erupted into a clangor of heedless guffaws. “Do come hunter for I would covet to sunder thee limb from limb!”

Mold came again to Inor setting it once more on fire that burned like gold and golden sparks and smoke billowed up high. A whirring filled the air and Mold bellowed, stuck fast in the side by an arrow swift and true. He veered to the west and his eyes broadened, his heart raced tumultuous, and he gasped, “ufin!”

Lo in the west there did appear the Lord of the Hunt arrayed all in the splendor of his attire, crowned in horns, his quiver slung across his broad shoulders, the Idin of Rego glistening in the moonless night. Nympallorth whinnied each neigh echoing ethereal like through the fragrant veil of Amdor. “Be felled Demon of Isenbor!” ufin bellowed, and the whole of the dragon was given to tremblings.

He rode on gallant, Nympallorth’s dun hooves pummeling the hoary mantle, her mane glistening in the moonless gloom. Thrice he loosed arrows in twains for his foe, Mold cringed at his bile, alas he thwarted each assault with his blazes of Hell Fire and the might of ufin was allayed. Drawing on Taltuelos the Lord of The Hunt surceased the hooves of Nympallorth, now he bounded from her unbridled alighting upon the mould he looked on Mold holding his stance and spake “Come now dragon of Isenbor and fight me to the death for one this night shall die ere dawn arises and I can give surety that it shall be you!” Thus ufin, charged onward on feet unshod hurling Taltuelos high o’er the dusk of his head and by his power he invoked the essence of the earth into his blade bracing it for the kill. At that juncture Mold breathed fire upon him yet for the sword of Pertes was it quelled descending fruitless into the earth. Thrice ufin drove Taltuelos into the talons of the drake, thrice black blood spurted forth in spouts of seething flame, thrice Mold wailed in rhonc … anguish, and Heaven trembled. Then Mold with his talons jagged carved the chest of ufin exposing his upper torso scarred in deep wounds which shed forth golden ichor. With one fell swoop of his blade ufin bared the belly of the dragon and an odor likened to rancid flesh gushed out, the whole of heaven flooded in the dragon’s cries. So wonder his peals of anguish woke not the denizens of Amdor yea for ‘twas the will of the gods that they be insensible to what nigh Iailor came to pass. Then ufin through words of the Avarin kind quelled the fire that in the darkness razed Inor. Woe! For the tree was charred, its golden boughs now mantled in a thin coat of soot and ash, its fair fruits subtle shriveling, its leaves withering falling from the wings of the Divine Tree. Mold incensed, regarded his foe fuming his eyes ablaze of sanguine hue he roared strident quaking the earth yet ufin did not clambor holding his ground in peerless audacity. “Shall you have me in my own element?” with that he took wing into the sky, toward heaven weening thus himself far from the ire of The Lord of The Hunt. He breathed fire upon him and seared his living flesh.

At a loss yet ufin honed the wherewithal by which he might fell his foe beckoning unto him the raven Dhuru, from the towers of Crsolantand Dhuru came gliding swift that when his ways drew nigh did the Lord of The Hunt bound up upon his back. The son of night bore him aloft, atop dark wings unto the heavens, to the stars of the firmament children of Aigiadn Kavara’s daughter. Six times ufin loosed arrows from Rego into his foe, alas Mold lashed at him with his talons thrusting Dhuru to the earth, yet ufin jumped upon the back of the enemy, saddling himself in such a manner as to foil any essay the dragon might commit to fend him off. ufin brought three arrows to the string aiming them for Mold’s skull and struck the spine. Fearful Mold breathed fire into the air ascending lofty his torrents singed the skies and whelmed the stars of Nairas. Then ufin essaying one last effort with the faculty of his bare hands alone took the dragon’s long and sinuous neck into his grasp lacing his fingers about his neck and Mold knew it was the end, “Curses upon all the Gods of Abred and one day what you all most fear shall come to be and the Flower will wither!” Livid The Lord of Chcalath broke the bone of Mold’s neck propelling him plummeting towards the earth. So violent was the impact that it is said the very stars themselves were slackened of their lots and Belechthion quaked beneath its golden clouds. Great billows of dust sprung forth blotting the sky in raining filth. Bedwn stirred and with her the Oialar for Mold was dead and his spell thus was rent. They rose in a swoon though presently recovering coherence, and Istirdein threw his arms to the heavens speaking spells which had the clouds of dust disbanded and like to water they sunk within the earth. Bedwn embraced The Lord of The Hunt and spake “Ohuectliala … Thank you.”

Thus ufin hailed her name then taking up Rego and Taltuelos, and healing Dhuru by the power of words addressed the goddess bearing in all his godly grandeur. “Doom was written into thy name, Bedwn goddess of youth what but Gilvriel can be thwarted and so have I thwarted fate. Not this day will the most holy of the holy ones fall nor any other but it seems in wholeness that

Of the body of Mold not much is said save that Bedwn went up to it and spurt to mock him to shorn him of all dignity. Subsequently in divine fire the Goddess whelmed the corpse to afford it from decay so that no malodor would afflict the odorous airs of Amdor. In a trice of a juncture was it reduced to ashes which Bedwn gathered and filled to brimming a bottle. This she sat upon the mantle of her hearth in Crsolantto honor the victory of the Gods ever after. The Battle was over and yet Inor stood moaning in agony suffering from scaldings and Bedwn wot its pain. Therewithal she cried.

The Fall of The Stars:Bedwn alone could not wish to heal the pain of Iailor yet she required the aid of all the Oialar of Amdor promptly, for it would be mended that night for to salvage the denizens of the Golden Lands from suffering to see it as such. Hence the summons was made and straightaway from Bdath, Tinthauvir and Mhtanor came up to Dom-Ehaw and from Heryn-Peorl Dilifwyn and Ghelati, from Domyn-Meliam, Gwailal and Ivya. For this reason the gods were sorrow stricken that the fruit of all their laboring and suffering now was marred. Bedwn looked on them that there gathered and said, “By song it shall be healed, by song it shall mature anew!”

Together they the Gods clomb the shoulders of Dom-Ehaw and joined in hands, ringing round about the bole of Inor, clasping taut the wrists of the other and as one they denied the power of the Dark Lord, they abjured his will, and so all his devices were reckoned to naught. Well-nigh swooned in ardent faith in Oroden, son of God the Avie, the Oialar trembled whelmed in righteousness. Visions brimmed their fair heads and they beheld Iailor as it had been and with those concepts ripe in their minds did they give all themselves unto the glory of song. Thus Bedwn began to cantillate the Alaquemh, conducting their choir divine, their voices acute like the din of bells now their cadence low profound as from the earth it arose. In splendor they sung without words filling Nairas with hymns. Ten times Dhuru, Dilifwyn, and Ghelati encircled the golden tree raising their voices in lilting noise. And from within its heart Inor shone of silvery light again that when its rays caressed the lids of the Gods they lifted their eyes beholding now the light of Iailor as it had been in aforetime. Then in the midst of their song Bedwn called for silence and Tianach and The Flower of The World stepped forward setting their soft palms upon the bole they stroked it kindly. Lo! The burned and charred limbs at once were healed, tarnished tines were made renewed and honey dripped once more from its leaves and golden apples. And when the whole of Inor imperishable fire had been alleviated of all its agony did the Lady of Youth call for song once more and the airs of night were filled with music beautiful and divine. So voluble and so holy were their voices that those stars loosed by dragon brawl quaked and trembled tumultuously pending some miracle to transpire.

The stars groaned, they shimmered evanescent and ethereal, they flashed and dimmed set in the void of heaven anon a chiliad in the eastern boroughs of the sky came to fall as a shower of brilliant light. Mystery abounded and none not even the Avar could comprehend what in the heavens transpired and a melding of fear and awe beset them all at once, they were bewitched. And thus the earth partook of the hosts of heaven into her life-giving womb, so was she made fertile impregnated by the stars as if she wot that soon would from that seed spring life in a kind unlike any other extant. Furtive words took form in the mind of Bedwn and she uttered low the prophecy of Kavara spoken long, long ago in the Before Days when the world was still young, “Wan the stars, they fall like rain!” Indeed a jot discrete from the whole fell into the south near the mere of Mumurwuin, and as it were they the last of their kind rained down for by the finishing of night’s noon did all those who would descend cease to fall for Oroden cast open the leaguer of Belecthion and spake “It is done.” Yet the Gods in wonder even now wert taken aback. Then lo! A brace of stars brightest beyond all others fell, sundering the bosom of air, they came scintillating bright and alighted within the wings of Inor aloft and the Oialar in fear drew back. Bedwn alone upheld her stance. “Be not afraid!” she exclaimed, “Yet see this miracle as largesse of Oroden for he hath made it so as was forespake so long ago.”

With that fair youth quit for Inor, scaling its bole, she climbed the branches and sweet honeyed tines searching all that tree for the stars that fell. At last she found them sat in the highest arm of its wide wings, glowing faintly, little orbs of light. These she assumed in her hands and smiling clomb down to the earth again. She held them mounted for all to see, the Oialar gasped in wonder, and Bedwn spoke earnest. “Who shall house these stars in their own home?” But all were afraid and none were willingly to adopt the task the Goddess set forth. “They are to be kept in Amdor forever, who shall house them!” Then Cereionnher curiosity piqued came forward and solemn said “I will take this task as my own and house the stars in my abode” and so was she given the lamps from Bedwn’s own hands. “What of the others?” Tianach inquired, and Bedwn answered her query candid and forthright, “They shall lay whither they fell.” Thereat Bedwn swore them all to silence, never again would they speak of the miracle that had occurred that night to any other under the shame of exile. Alas secrets run quickest when forced into silence and have a method by which to make themselves known. Thus the Oialar came again unto their own abodes, Cereionnflitting shy o’er lake Limnen and the waters were still as she drew nigh. Into Bar-Nephroth she stole, to her bowers, where she had her bed and kept the stars near her bedside in the divine coffer Prainbt where their light was veiled from splendor and peered not through.

Nymphs are dreadfully meddlesome creatures, whose curious natures have as often as not brought about their inevitable doom, so wonder they continue to manage life. Ilphind veiled in shadow, observed of Cereionncome in Bar-Nephroth having been absent all the night long. She beheld the stars kindled in the lady’s fiery hands, ethereal bright. She watched her set the lamps in Prainbt’s brazen coffer and she was bewildered by their radiant beauty. Covetous of them the nymph queen laid restive in her bowers powerless to free her mind from thought, consumed in all her longing to possess of the stars. This she divulged unto her sisters Glamondand Nessem and by firelight they grafted shrewd designs to filch them for their own. Therefore on the day of the full moon, whilst Cereionnlaid in dreaming, stealthily the triad stole into her bowers and as thieves purloined Prainbt from her owning. Exuberant for their sin the nymphs fled unto the shores of Emon-Coenyn to wallow in the waters of their joy. Ilphind undimmed the box giving the light of heaven to shine upon her fair face and she took an orb into her hands and meddled with it rashly. “What beauty to possess of!” She exclaimed, her bosom glowing “Would that I might call it my own. We might do well to flee from Amdor if we are to keep these in our possessing!”

“Two there are yet three have risked to take them.” said Glamond“How shall we divide the prize equally?”

With that Ilphind set her star athwart its brother within the coffer and shut taut the brazen lid, “Brawl amongst yourselves and may the victor have her prize!” At once Glamondseized the hair of Nessem, thrusting her to the mould and for scores of minutes they like feral maidens on the earth quarreled till at length their flesh was blemished and they worn in skirmish, surceased and lay prone upon the island bloody and torn. “I deem Glamondthe victor!” Ilphind averred, “For she is less wounded than Nessem.”

“What due gives thee to possess of a star when you yourself have not been injured to take of it?” Nessem impugned, “Meseems that thou art crafty and seek to deny us both of the prize so rightfully ours. Therefore we shall have the twain and you shall have none!”

Thus Nessem and Glamondseeking to bring about her words, seized upon Ilphind throwing blows of the fists, clawing and biting. Alas for their affray the lid was cast open, the coffer jumped and the stars started from their couch, hurled into the depths of Limnen. They were gone. In antiphon the nymphs cast themselves upon the shores gazing into the waters of which they knew fear and thrice cried in anguish to know now they were foiled by fate. At that time they shamefaced came again to Bar-Nephroth rousing their queen alive to harken their repentance, confessing their covetous sin. Of such anger was Cereionnthat the whole of her abode trembled and the light of Emon-Coenyn dimmed, and the light of her eyes was fell. Yet she condemned them not for ‘twas the mores of Bedwn to edify compassion which bequeaths unto those who ill behooved would wrong them mercy and she gave clemency yet in her irate ire. They were forgiven.

Yet that night by some misfortune Bedwn bade Dhuru, the Raven unto Emon-Coenyn with a single missive clutched in his talons. This he bequeathed the lady, conveying all of the desire of the Avie unto her maiden. It said that she was charged thus to transport the stars into the keeping of the goddess, that they would bedeck Crsolantin their illustrious grace. Cereionns heart leapt yet she bade Dhuru away swearing him her will be done. By what means however this Cereionnknew not, and she paced Bar-Nephroth in confounding fear.

Natal Of The Elves:In the dead of night, the moon shone full uncheated upon the waters of Limnen late abode of the stars lost to the folly of the nymphs. Anxious Cereionnpeered through her encasement on Limnen praying some miracle to transpire … yet naught. Finally irresolute, Cereionnresolved to come before Bedwn and confess her negligence praying the mercy the Avie was inclined to give. Therefore she arrayed herself in majesty gathering her nymphs all together and they proceeding quit from Bar-Nephroth faring to the shores of Emon-Coenyn.

Lo! Eye gave her light in much amounts that by reason of the beauty her frigid sheath cast upon its starry face the feet of the nymphs were stayed and they in awe looked upon that mere their mouths agape. Suddenly a single bubble ascended the profundities. They took no notice. Then another and another, now their interest awoken. Then a light as bright as the moon herself though of a more numinous kind glowed faint, afar off in those bottoms coming up with brimming foam. Ebullient all of Limnen bubbled and seethed, the waters churning sent forth loud groanings. Now the nymphs adread took from the shores huddling like shy whelps arrear their lady and the delight of Cereionncame again for she knew now what afore her transpired. “The stars come, they seek breath!” she uttered. The wind whipped the veil, the trees bent and swayed and the light intensified to scintillating, pervading the whole of Limnen in light. Its candescence billowed steam from its surface and all those waters lapped about the shores like waves of the sea. Lo! A pair of shadowy silhouettes came about in the deep gushing bubbles of undying breath they donned the forms of nigh godly kind emerging for to meet the veil. Thus Cereionndrew back several paces from those waters yet not shying her gaze and she beheld as it were the coming of the stars into the world as from a womb they arose. At length a fold of golden hair broached the surface, it emerged a head of gold, now a face with eyes as green as is the earth, decked in features as fair as is the sun. Then a further broke the surface, a tendril of ebony hue, rising now a head decked with eyes like the azure blue came forth as fair as was his brother. And they threw back their heads and looked on the host so thronged, aghast. Straightaway Cereionncame onward beckoning Ilphind and the goddess brought to shore the golden haired one, so is he most blessed and foremost and is called Orwe, The First One. And the nymph brought to shore the ebony haired one, although he is not as blest as is his brother having not known the primal touch of a goddess and he is ancillary and so is called Dwe, The Second One. Now they the brothers unclad trembled by reason of the dread of the world into which they were haled, they held themselves to guard their own, but still Cereionnembraced either of the twain and kissing each light upon his brow, she spake “Thou art my children and I love ye so! Therefore harken to the choir of my maidens! And may first of all things you learn be song!” Thus Ilphind who stood to the fore of her nymph sisters conducted the choir of Ningalf into hymns of praise to Cereionnand to that miracle which before their very eyes came about. And as they sung and their voices rang hollow yet unto the thrust of the sky Orwe and Dwe joined them in song. The nymphs at once wert astonished in the beauty of their voices divine. Indeed so heavenly were the voices of Orwe and Dwe that Cereionnweened in heart and soul that they might vie in song with Rhdim and she would take them firstly to her in Linholt. Now when ended their lilt Orwe and Dwe whiled away idly numerous hours gazing deep into the heavens aloft toward the stars and their dazzling array of patterns. Eager Cereionnsummoned the brothers to her and spake “We are well overdue to the house of Bedwn, the queen of all your eyes behold! Come I shall convey ye to her as is her will!”

Thus they came again to the shores of their birth whence Orwe and Dwe put forth all the faculty of their frail wills into song of which betimes they had burgeoned in their love for. Singing reft of words they hefted aloft their peals of melody o’er the waters of Limnen much to the delight of the ears of the jaunty nymphs and their haughty queen so thronged about. Then Cereionncast her pale arms o’er the trembling mere uttering charms of dark bewitchment to ensnare their frigid depths. “O holy Limnen give unto us a way!” Lo! In her voice the waters gyred, they broached and brimmed and pillars of broad stone arose from the lake bottom a bridge of columns designed to convey their band unto the silent shores. Thus they traversed on nimble steps and when their footfalls fell on diamond sand the bridge of stone sunk upon its face. Together the nymphs, the goddess, and the twain moved their ways into the north through the quiet lawn of Prt-Ancassen bejeweled in silvery dew. And the need for words was kindled in them, an ardent fire glowing bright alas though they essayed ‘twas in vain for in all their attempts they could not form words.

Eftsoons they haled on came gathering unto the marches of Linholt the fair and passed beneath its crimson eaves, ogling the beauty of the stocks and wings. Lovely was the music of the elves and as it were the dwellers in linholt trowed that the nightingale itself called out its pale song and they in answer sung again. All save the proud lark who shamefaced and haughty took wing from Linholt to settle in Heryn-Peorlthereafter. They were seen in Linholt nevermore. Coming to the bowers of Rhdim Cereionnprayed they sing and so they abided. And they implored her with song, come forth from the keep of her bowers so set in shining glade, Barfinning and as on answer Rhdim came thereunto. For a while longer the Goddess harkened out their fair music, sat bright upon a toadstool and the birds of all array thronged about their forms crooning soft in saccharine melody. On a third time then Rhdim arose, now wholly sated and right away untied the sash that gird her waist raising it aloft into their eyes. Its hue was dun, embroidered golden on the hemming with beads of silver dew shot all about it. This she tore asunder and with tongs of leather veiled well their sacred centers. “Exult dear friend!” Rhdim spake “For the time has come, we shall yede unto the Goddess!”

And they came into the north from Linholt the fair, hid within the shadow of Dom-Ehaw whence their verdant eyes were gave to behold Iailor in all its wonder. Haled on they fared o’er the golden sward of Mtor, Lhaw-Mn unto the very shoulders of that jagged hill whose stock delved deep into the earth. Well-nigh dwammed in the aura of its divine essence the twain came unto their knees, kneading the gilded mould with their palms and limbs all in encomium of Inor which is divine. Then Tianach placid goddess clomb down to them from atop its crown having slaked its parched roots and beholding the stars now in her eyes cried in peals of joy. “What miracle is this which I behold for meseems that they bare in likeness to the Gods as no other entity to come afore them has since the woses of Pertes. It behooves me well then to bequeath them boons as the Clur are wont to bestow and I am inclined to praise Oroden for these of novel life.”

Then Orwe came up to her ogling her face in which was set the light of Iailolondhouse of Oroden raised in Belecthion on high. Stuttering for he coerced into existence words in his own tongue and the Gods knew them though ne’er before they heard it spoke. “What is that wonder of wonders which mine eyes behold! It is grandiose and divine. Would that I might caress its bole, then my heart in whole ‘twould be sated.”

And Tianach curled her lips to subtle smiling, looking on them with the highest esteem, “Thence come and I shall convey thee as I have done no other being and give ye alone leave to feel its bole.”

And she hasped their hands into her own, clutching taut now she pulled them up its broad shoulders to the tor where no wind blows and she herself kissed the stock and sacred bole. Then reaching out a hand Orwe and Drwe touched their fingers against its fine glossy surface like to metal gold, shining with an ardor of heart divine. Its golden light mingled in their auras consecrating them and a voice spoke to either alone within his own mind prayers that not yet the Gods themselves knew nor would ever know, “You are king, and your children and your children’s children shall come to rule all thine race.” Thenceforth none else would have leave to contact Inor and so the Elder Stars were evermore blessed and foremost beyond all else of their race. Suddenly eft the need for words was kindled within their souls yet unlike afore now for the power that Inor bequeathed the twain had they then the power to create and could speak, letting fly from their tongues the words first spoken in their own language, “Quivio awa tallaryn en onya, gw theryn palalo en apa! … awaken all ye stars of heaven, wan lights shining from afar!” Then Tianach sat her hand upon either’s shoulder and benevolent spake into their ears like a breath of wind upon a field. “We go to Bedwn, for she awaits in the house of Crsolant her own abode. She wants of the stars and the stars she shall have. Let us go.”

Faring westward they the twain were hauled unto Draust-Alar, The Divine bridge and thus were come o’er it to the hoary mantle. Mid crossing and Iuild spirit of that river rose up from its rushing flow to kiss them each upon his crown. Over Gimltor they advanced and the hill of Dom-Elossa rose sheer before them exuding its grace. And an awesome presence came o’er the fallen stars that they could not explain nor understand for it imbibed their utter being and they could not liberate themselves from the sense of piety that beset their whole frame. Climbing the hill they came within the courtyard of the house of Bedwn whither statues of the Avar were set all around and rose bushes grew in copious amounts. Cereionnleaned toward them down and spake to the twain as they gazed in awe, “Sing, as you sung before Barfinning so sing before Crsolantthat the goddess within might come to emerge.”

Thus Orwe, thus Drwe exulted in song and their voices heavenly resounded in the airs of Amdor, flaming the wan sun to brilliance. And the rose bushes blossom vivid, the fountain of Hennemed glowed, and the thrust of heaven was a place of song. Bedwn came forth. Her eyes were wet with tears, tears of joy and she looked on them that sung and clutched her chest for she as mortal in their presence. The stars surceased their song. “Nay!” Bedwn cried, “For thy voices art as of Alloth and Niessa my home from where I fared and have not seen in some many years though immortal I am. Nostalgia ye rouse within me and I feel as does a mortal in your eminence.”

“These are the stars of which you made request!” Cereionnspake, “These are those that fell from heaven and meseems that the prophecy has finally come to be the greatest of all races is now among us. What shall we call them.”

So Bedwn pondered pensive for a whiles passing till at length she smiled and weened that she would call them elves a title which she drew from her proper name in Anuish, though what that appellation was no one knows save the gods themselves. So elves they were. And the goddess came down to them taking each scarcely attired by the hand and brought them within her abode to tend them kindly. There she washed them clean in a bath of lustral waters drew from the fountain of Hennemed, embrocated their flesh in chisms white, and she arrayed them in costly habiliments sewn by the hand of Goebleith herself. Each she gave a chamber in her own abode and lavished them kindly to bequeath the best, to tempt them.

Many days the elves dwelt in the house of Crsolantliving in opulence as was their right, then what time she was ascertained of their solace the goddess sought to edify them in many things. Firstly she taught them of the Gods of Niessa, the office, attributes, and history of each and the means by which to do them honor aright. Next she lectured them in music which they loved most of all things in the world and instructed them in the ways of the poet and the bard. Subsequent Bedwn coached them in the ways of the earth, the tides of the seasons, the meaning of life on Abred as it was and they grew ever wise with the passing months and in the fullness of time burgeoned into renown, the most sagacious of all the dwellers in Amdor. Lastly Bedwn gave them her gift to endow and so for that reason she made the brothers twain immortal and unaging for all eternity. The elves themselves taught Bedwn to speak the tongue which they had designed and called it Shyn, The Words of The Leaves, in tribute to Iailor who first stirred their tongues to speak.

Eft the days of their learning, kept within the tutelage of Bedwn the elves were given authority to wander Amdor and its abundance of realms. So profound was their love of Iailor that Tianach appointed the twain to be the waterers of its roots to avail her daily, a task which they assumed kindly though they slaked it wet with their own tears. And the rumor disseminated all throughout the whole of Amdor of the stars that fell from the heavens on high. Thus was the secret exposed and yet it seemed that the vast majority of the denizens of Amdor begrudged the elves so for they alone procured the favor of the goddess Bedwn a prize which few of them had ever attained howbeit indeed she loves all things. Yet still they were alone, though they dwelt in paradise and for a first of a while the sun in Amdor shone wan onto the swards. All was dismal.

Having heard say from Bedwn that others like their kind came hurled from heaven that fateful night the brothers Orwe and Drwe made sojourn on the marches of Amdor, wardens of southern Menowebh ever watching, ever waiting. By the grace of Bedwn though her hope was scarce did they come into possession of the Larstrilt, to glow in the shadow with the aim to draw their kindred hither from whithersoever they may rove. And Orwe witnessed the passing of the seasons four of which there were one in Amdor and it bewildered him most and he began in naming the months of the year. In autumn he would walk in Vargessto view the changing leaves of which he gawked agape and the plethora of hues that decked the earth stirred the muse within. Autumn soon passed away as it was wont to do for the tides of the earth were changing and winter with its bitter cold came on from the north though it passed through Amdor as vernal as spring and the icy gale of Baurognir was hampered by the veil that the flower set forth. A strange thing it was when the elves beheld their first snow. Indeed they from the first were adread yet anon the inquisitive nature of their souls seized upon them and they came to frolic in that biting cold. Then on the twenty-fifth of Garmron year five of the Green Years and in the bleak of that night Orwe kept watch from the southern marches, the Larstrilt piercing through the shadow of the gloom. Then afar off as it seemed to him, swarthy shapes took form in the darkness and his heart drummed hasty within his chest. “What stirs in the night?” He queried, mounting the Larstrilt above his head “What comes unto Amdor, The Golden Lands whither Bedwn is queen? Say on or surely you mean us injury!”

Then into the light of the Larstrilt a scanty band of beings came, well-nigh blinded by its radiance and some shied in fear, others bowed in deference but all thronged about him in the snow. They were a sundry folk cold and unclothed in the eyes of nature, men much like himself and other beings like men yet apart for they roused his loins, womenfolk of which he knew not nor ever had his eyes beheld. And all the females of their kind were fair, decked in awful beauty as is their due. Yet there was one Orwe weened the fairest and she was topped with hair of gold, and buxom breasts, eyes as blue as is the sky, and in her countenance was set the light of sun and moon mingling. He approached her doubtfully, tentative and unsure, yet he took her by the hand and spoke into her eyes, “Who are you?”

“We do not know.” She spake in a tongue alike his own and he knew each and every word she said, “How it was we came to be, yet we swam from water and as thus come before thee praying relief. For a great evil we left behind and we do not wish to return. Will you give us shelter.”

Looking on them so gathered Orwe knew then his kindred had come and he smiled. “As for my part I am called TaunAuntrilich, which means Maiden of Sun Rays of The Solar Tresses. With whom do I speak.”

Orwe ogled her beauteous frame, being trapped unawares he uttered the words though they scarcely formed on his tongue “I am Orwe, First One, son of Heaven. My brother is Drwe, Second One. You have trespassed on the marches of Amdor, where the goddess Bedwn is queen of thine eyes behold.”

“Bedwn,” Tulaunuttered, “We have heard her name. It was for a vision that here we came, a vision of this Bedwn of whom you speak. Will she give us shelter?”

“Bedwn is all loving, The Virgin, The Goddess most supreme. In these lands TaunAuntrilich haven you shall find. Yet if I am to bring ye afore her throne then I am in need to know of the past you left behind, though it be horrid it is dire that you say on.”

With that Taunclutched her bosom with her left hand and with her right she reached out to caress the eye of Orwe’s brow. Visions suffused his mind, great lights, coercing him to suffer the grief which these troubled people tholed. And he knew well their pain.

Gorgoruch Hantaur is evil and yet dwelt deep amidst his unwieldy malice dwindles the dim vestiges of sagacity that which he gleaned throughout his arduous years extant in Abred. Long before the stars from heaven fell, ere the sowing of Iailor, and the coming of the Clur to Edda he forespoke of the natal of the elves and he coveted as none else have ever coveted blood. Six days eft the fall of the stars, The Serpent King sent unto the shores of Mumurwuin, his vassal Gilva braced by a chiliad of nagarin hosts bound with one incentive, to plunder. As one they marched and the clangor of their armor absconded unto heaven and therewithal their scabbards rattled. In great mounds they gathered all those seemingly frivolous lamps strewn about the shores of Thingraut, set them in carts of pewter wrought, and bore them again unto the hells of Dathgor. Whence at the behest of Gorgoruch they assembled their hauls alongside the other upon the shores of Nen-Helebgar and relinquished them each of their celestial cargo, pouring into the mere like a wave of light. Neither did they rest nor did they eat, nor sleep but for a fortnight remained vigilant and unyielding that when the moon was full and the waters of that mere, seethed and churned and thawed its ice up from the lake bottom there arose the forms of elves gasping their first breath in vain. Better to be dead or never born than to have your natal in the lands of Dathgor, for when first the eyes of the virgin elves beheld the night swathed sky they were at once hasped in searing iron fetters about the wrists, and thronged together like cattle haled before the council of the serpent king trembling in fear. For reason of this did the elves come to call him Gorgoruch, which means He Who Binds in Dread, and Bralchir, The Dire Oppressor. And they were made to be thralls laboring relentless so that the fruit of their toil would once more assume the crown upon the Serpent King’s head that he might in the fullness of time again reign o’er all of Thorel. Scanty rations and cloths of boiling water were their only sustenance, pain of death their incentive. Gorgoruch belabored them, he oppressed them, he beat them sorely and dealt with them as thralls, for in his eyes they were cattle tools to make use of. So many elfin women were ravished by the men of Gorgoruch and others were feasted on in his great hall. In his great weakness it was their life’s essence he craved and made use of to salvage him from death and he once again had power as in aforetime. However these elves were mortal and so offered up only several years of life upon the thread of The Serpent King that for this he slaughtered a great many so that from hundreds upon hundreds now dwindled into tens. What time they were at length a quarter of a hundred strong then Niawnechtor, The God of Freedom servant of Oroden, bestowed them power as was the will of the father and they had faculty therewith they absconded casting off their chains upon the lands of Dan-Mangm and in due time they were brought to the shores whither they fell. They mourned the fallen. Three days the escaped thralls remained in that covert thwarting the eyes of all those men Gorgoruch sent out to seek them for Cereidwen, The Lady of The Lake veiled them hid from their sight. Then on the sixth day of their tarry in Thingraut the goddess herself appeared before them and she spake to those thus thronged about. “Go into the north seek out Bedwn for she will give you shelter.” Thence they passed into the north avaunt from Mumurwuin and they elected two to be their leaders naming them Ce and Cthil respectively. They were free from the ire of The Serpent King.

Then his mind returned to him and he saw through his own eyes and thought with his own heart as the power Taunput upon him dimmed to naught; his eyes were moist with tears, and he looked on his maiden now with bleared sight and said “You shall come within and all thy kinsmen and know ye now the providence which Bedwn is wont to give. Hail and be welcome!”

Hence they each as his own gift lightly kissed Orwe upon his well garnished feet decked all in golden rings galore like a lordly prince. With great ignominy he watched as his kindred with much labor essay to cross the boundary from one world into the next whilst he in gaudy opulence stood robust and resolute. Their poverty cut him a wound deep and unhealing. None he could look on in their suffering none save Taunherself by whom he was smitten and in his heart he coveted her most beyond all things; a lustful love. That maiden was first to pass within the realm of Amdor and whenas her chilled body shivering in the bosom of winter, her fair foot unshod stepped across the gilded threshold of the southern gates, all the coldness that beset her frame thawed and a gentled warmth vernal and gay consumed the whole of her vital frame and she was both bedazzled and mystified all at once.

Aloft upon the southern strand of Caspirif were they given leave by the goddess Bedwn to raise the house of Sbr, Grey Court at the lips of Naus-en-Lalweth where wind of diamond dust doth blow. And atop the loftiest spire of the central tower they set to fly the standard of the Tawar gleaming afar off like the steel of many swords and it fluttered yet on days of windless still. In that house the Tawar with great pride settled and dwelt in ever, humble modesty isolated betwixt male and female factions as are the mores of the Gods. Yet the greater the distance to sunder Taunfrom Orwe the more he felt his love augment manifold. Evermore he pined in spiteful love for she at the start rebuffed his undying affections being thus confounded amid the melding of emotions to seize upon her. In time nonetheless she came to yield unto his wooing and she requited his affections thereunto.

Of all his kindred nearest to Orwe’s heart was Bthn as he had cleped him. Of the twain was it fore spoke that their descendents would beget many a house of mighty kings foredestined to lord it o’er the Tawarin kind and they loved each other as filial brothers. Not much is spoke of Ce at this time save that his enmity with Orwe ran deep, surging through his lodes like burning flame. Him he loathed from the depths of his soul. Now Drwe was beloved by Guardn in whom he was wont oft to confide and divulge his secrets most deep, and they united blood beneath a rowan tree what but a moon eft their arrival in Amdor. And Ce loved Cthil and they were wed and exulted in their marriage with tidings of happiness bequeathed by the goddess Bedwn. And Clauptor wed Priucris, Narvuor, Laurstil and of those they are the only to have wed of the twenty seven elves that now in Amdor reside.

So potent was the love Orwe bore for Taunthat naught could clove the ties they wrought of heart, of any sword even so Tinor forgeth it or Pertes it wieldeth. Long he pursued his dove and long Taunflit from his liking, till at last and when in T-Siwinion by reason of the magic of the enchantment of that realm she yielded and confessed her heart the whole. So were they in love, smitten by the guile of Migen divine. In Mtor they shared their first kiss, in Gimltor he bequeathed his soul. At feasts and when dark wine was poured out in libation to Htmuin Orwe would mutter prayers to guard his love from injury fondling her feet beneath both mantle and board. Neither was he abashed nor was his love covert for before even the highest of councils would he call her aside and name her, na mif which in Shyn holds the meaning, My Beloved; this he averred before all those thus assembled and they would kiss yet in their watching eyes. So oft they’d lie in one another’s arms upon the stock of the magic trees of Tbiryn speaking fluent the lover’s language and passing sweet kisses upon tender lips. Then in the month of Laurthon in the days of the year six eft the sowing of Iailor, the twain were betrothed. Then on the nineteenth of Sathron they were wed within the house of Crsolantbeneath the starry vault by Bedwn herself and ‘twas a merry occasion. And that day eke Bthn espoused Rhwen, O happy love! As dowry Bedwn bestowed unto Taunthe unicorn Pelchallorth her own and that elf maid thenceforth cherished it as the divine gift he was. And yet though they had one another, an emptiness consumed the being of the Tawar and they desired now to find the remainder of their kindred and deliver them thus from despair.

fate is not inexorable but destiny can be altered and so has it been made thus. Hail Oroden, King of Heaven and blessed be the race of the holy gods who are forever!” and so he the lord of the hunt beckoned unto his mare and they nimble as starlight sped o’er the earth into the holy west. Mists rose up like great quilts of rain girding the twain round about in shadow and they vanished, gone from Thorel and were seen nevermore.


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