Post by aurora on Jan 26, 2013 1:02:30 GMT -5
I was born in Mittelmarch in the spring. My mother is an elf named Gwynnestri. She has long, dark beautiful, flowing hair. She has pale, ivory skin that almost shines in the sun. Her figure is slender and stretches as tall as any man, including my father. He is a man named Arthur. His hair is dark like my mothers, but it greys from his age. He is tall and strong, and he has led many great men into many great battles.
When I was quite young, he left often for battles. I told him I was scared without his sword there to protect me. So, on the morning of my birthday, he woke me very early, just before the sun rose. He brought me into the yard behind our home and handed me a very long, heavy object wrapped with cloth and string. Once I untied it, the cloth fell open and revealed the sword. Its blade was long and thin. Its hilt was ornamented with blue and gold leaves. My father showed me how to grip the sword, but when he let go of my hands the sword fell to the ground. It took all of my strength to lift it back up again. Now, every morning for the rest of spring he took me out in the yard and taught me things. Every day I grew stronger and more skilled. No longer was I afraid when my father left. After this, my fate was sealed.
When I was of age, I left my home and wandered the lands. I met dwarves, hobbits, wizards, men, women, and even other elf clans. I have fought in a few battles and feel like I have made my father proud. Now I just have to figure out where I belong. Being half elf half man keeps you pretty neutral among all the other races, but it doesn’t help you belong anywhere. I have been invited into homes here and there, but I have never found people that I can really belong to. I can always sail to the Undying Lands with my mother and other elves, but who wants to live their immortal days among people she doesn’t really belong with? So for now, here I am. I’m staying close by my parents, hoping that one day I can find either my purpose or a real place to call home.
When I was quite young, he left often for battles. I told him I was scared without his sword there to protect me. So, on the morning of my birthday, he woke me very early, just before the sun rose. He brought me into the yard behind our home and handed me a very long, heavy object wrapped with cloth and string. Once I untied it, the cloth fell open and revealed the sword. Its blade was long and thin. Its hilt was ornamented with blue and gold leaves. My father showed me how to grip the sword, but when he let go of my hands the sword fell to the ground. It took all of my strength to lift it back up again. Now, every morning for the rest of spring he took me out in the yard and taught me things. Every day I grew stronger and more skilled. No longer was I afraid when my father left. After this, my fate was sealed.
When I was of age, I left my home and wandered the lands. I met dwarves, hobbits, wizards, men, women, and even other elf clans. I have fought in a few battles and feel like I have made my father proud. Now I just have to figure out where I belong. Being half elf half man keeps you pretty neutral among all the other races, but it doesn’t help you belong anywhere. I have been invited into homes here and there, but I have never found people that I can really belong to. I can always sail to the Undying Lands with my mother and other elves, but who wants to live their immortal days among people she doesn’t really belong with? So for now, here I am. I’m staying close by my parents, hoping that one day I can find either my purpose or a real place to call home.
