 Lord Legolas "The true way to a man's heart is with an arrow" The darkness
crowded the outer walls of Moor Hall, but the candle at the table in front of me
burned bright, creating shadows that danced off Legolas' facial features. We had
been there but a few moments but the drink flowed freely and we both could feel
its warmth in our veins. He looked at me with those strange almond shaped eyes
staring in my direction but past me, like he was looking at something or
somewhere else. I waited patiently for it was evident he was getting ready to
say something and I did not want to interrupt his thoughts. Then, several swills
later, he spoke in that soft soothing voice of his, but still he looked over my
shoulder at that other time, that other place. - Wrenn we have fought and bled
together but you know nothing of me - I was about to protest claiming I knew all
I needed to call him brother when he raised his hand stifling any attempt. -
This is not because I do not wish to share with you my past, but I know so very
little of it. What I do know is I am a half breed, a mongrel some say. I was
born a long time ago in a time where there were still elves. My mother was an
elf or so they tell me. My time growing up was painful but I survived learning
the ways of the woods and the creatures that inhabit it. I made a trade in
hunting, tracking, and the like for those I cared not, but the money was good.
My trade brought me to yew home of Rangers and Druids, I gained peace here. I
have spent many a year here, a place I called home but never really feeling like
it. I saw guilds form, claiming to stand for this or that, none of any real
interest to me, then one day I met Maraxus Moor. Mara and I became friends, and
hunted together often, it was not till many moons later that I met his Brothers
Talcon and you. Mara asked if I would become one of them, not a guild but a
Brother, a Clansmen. I am here because you call Me brother and we call each
other family. This is something I have never known till now.- He adjusted his
gaze to meet mine and I saw his eyes only spoke the truth. I said nothing, but
simply refilled his mug and then raised mine in a toast. Our mugs tapped and we
drank mightily from them neither speaking but both knowing. To the Clan, To
Family, To you Brother. |
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