The Forsaken Inn

-elfearz- · 10-13-2004, 11:51 PM

Mirilya was not drunk. She knew she was not drunk; but her mind throbbed achingly as she struggled to follow the conversation. She had expected that beyond the borders of her own country, lay a wild, unfamiliar world, and had grown restless in Hollin. Life there had a sombre calm to it; the elves' very existence seemed suspended in a nostalgic memory that was wilfully heedless of the change that surrounded it and seeped in through its pores. Eregion had been a wild land for many years, but it was growing unmistakably darker, though this was seldom spoken aloud. Black birds hovered high above Hollin when she had left...
Yet the news here astonished her. The world was changing, certainly, but in a way that was more grounded in history and memory than she could have imagined. Legends seemed to rise from the depths of nowhere – ancient earth spirits that looked like dwarves drank ale with wood elves as scale-breasted dread-worms woke from their sleep.
"The elves of Hollin practice metalwork", she managed, "though our skill has lessened over time. Our ancestors were great smiths – it is said that the pieces they crafted – weapons, rings and the like – became imbued with some of their power. But we have long lost that talent, or it is not employed. Perhaps it is no more than legend anyway."

After the stories she had just heard, she did not believe this disclaimer.

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10-13-2004, 11:51 PM	#17
-elfearz- Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: followed by a moonshadow... Posts: 738	Mirilya was not drunk. She knew she was not drunk; but her mind throbbed achingly as she struggled to follow the conversation. She had expected that beyond the borders of her own country, lay a wild, unfamiliar world, and had grown restless in Hollin. Life there had a sombre calm to it; the elves' very existence seemed suspended in a nostalgic memory that was wilfully heedless of the change that surrounded it and seeped in through its pores. Eregion had been a wild land for many years, but it was growing unmistakably darker, though this was seldom spoken aloud. Black birds hovered high above Hollin when she had left... Yet the news here astonished her. The world was changing, certainly, but in a way that was more grounded in history and memory than she could have imagined. Legends seemed to rise from the depths of nowhere – ancient earth spirits that looked like dwarves drank ale with wood elves as scale-breasted dread-worms woke from their sleep. "The elves of Hollin practice metalwork", she managed, "though our skill has lessened over time. Our ancestors were great smiths – it is said that the pieces they crafted – weapons, rings and the like – became imbued with some of their power. But we have long lost that talent, or it is not employed. Perhaps it is no more than legend anyway." After the stories she had just heard, she did not believe this disclaimer.