Post by sonvruku on Jun 1, 2012 10:11:23 GMT -5
I
Bolts of lightning shuddered the earth every minute, and thunder made the hornbeams vibrate loudly in Southern Ered Luin. Furry dark-grey clouds were so low, that Erulise could hear their humming.
The Elf woke up in the middle of the night with a strange anticipation of a thunderstorm. The urge to go outside and meet the nature's wrath was building up for many days, and now Erulise was ready. She climbed one of the hills and looked up: the rain drops started caressing her forehead and the tips of the ears. The Elves of Celodnim started coming out of their houses, all heading to the upper city where they could see the crazy Elf on the hill trying to catch the lightning.
In her mind, she yelled at it. She shouted at the lighting as if it was an animate being, threatening to catch it with her bare hands and imprison one of the lightning bolts in that sturdy Elven pouch of hers. She yelled at the clouds, warning that she could tame their winds and use them at her whim. Others were watching from the safe distance how one of their own was going mad.
Erulise felt the storm moving toward the river, so she ran making others gasp. When she disappeared from sight, they started to disperse. It became obvious that the Elven woman was not at peace with her mind, some suggested that it was the last time they were ever seeing her...
By mid-morning, when the storm subsided, Erulise appeared on the road near the bridge. She was walking slowly, her hair was undone, with streaks of grey here and there. Pale and dehydrated, she seemed to be heading back home.
And she was quietly smiling.
II
None of the Elves in Ered Luin remembered witnessing such an event before. Usually, Lore-Masters came from other places, where Lord Elrond or Radagast The Brown, or some other gifted Lore-Master, would teach them the skills of Nature. Erulise took a different path.
She mostly learns from Nature itself, taking long trips to the most isolated places. She finds rare woods and resin used in fine crafting. Erulise has become a better friend to Nature than to the other Elves, as she is disappointed with hubris of the Elves.
III
Seeking Radagast the Brown, Erulise headed to the Lone Lands. She was realizing at that time that her experience is not enough to understand all the intricacies of turtle speech. This wisdom was hard to take. The sun had no mercy beaming above Ost Guruth on that day. Some band was playing music in town. After the performance she stumbled on a very friendly halfling.
Sevanstarre was a little hobbit with an appetite of a big man! His friendliness was not any less. They both went on a boar hunt to provide the city with a good roast for that night's celebration. The hobbit was so friendly, that Erulise remembered him for a long while. It is so hard to find genuine individuals! ...or so she thought before Sevanstarre invited her into the Alliance.
Bolts of lightning shuddered the earth every minute, and thunder made the hornbeams vibrate loudly in Southern Ered Luin. Furry dark-grey clouds were so low, that Erulise could hear their humming.
The Elf woke up in the middle of the night with a strange anticipation of a thunderstorm. The urge to go outside and meet the nature's wrath was building up for many days, and now Erulise was ready. She climbed one of the hills and looked up: the rain drops started caressing her forehead and the tips of the ears. The Elves of Celodnim started coming out of their houses, all heading to the upper city where they could see the crazy Elf on the hill trying to catch the lightning.
In her mind, she yelled at it. She shouted at the lighting as if it was an animate being, threatening to catch it with her bare hands and imprison one of the lightning bolts in that sturdy Elven pouch of hers. She yelled at the clouds, warning that she could tame their winds and use them at her whim. Others were watching from the safe distance how one of their own was going mad.
Erulise felt the storm moving toward the river, so she ran making others gasp. When she disappeared from sight, they started to disperse. It became obvious that the Elven woman was not at peace with her mind, some suggested that it was the last time they were ever seeing her...
By mid-morning, when the storm subsided, Erulise appeared on the road near the bridge. She was walking slowly, her hair was undone, with streaks of grey here and there. Pale and dehydrated, she seemed to be heading back home.
And she was quietly smiling.
II
None of the Elves in Ered Luin remembered witnessing such an event before. Usually, Lore-Masters came from other places, where Lord Elrond or Radagast The Brown, or some other gifted Lore-Master, would teach them the skills of Nature. Erulise took a different path.
She mostly learns from Nature itself, taking long trips to the most isolated places. She finds rare woods and resin used in fine crafting. Erulise has become a better friend to Nature than to the other Elves, as she is disappointed with hubris of the Elves.
III
Seeking Radagast the Brown, Erulise headed to the Lone Lands. She was realizing at that time that her experience is not enough to understand all the intricacies of turtle speech. This wisdom was hard to take. The sun had no mercy beaming above Ost Guruth on that day. Some band was playing music in town. After the performance she stumbled on a very friendly halfling.
Sevanstarre was a little hobbit with an appetite of a big man! His friendliness was not any less. They both went on a boar hunt to provide the city with a good roast for that night's celebration. The hobbit was so friendly, that Erulise remembered him for a long while. It is so hard to find genuine individuals! ...or so she thought before Sevanstarre invited her into the Alliance.