New Hope and a New Teleri

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by Shawn Daysleeper

Nole Eambar, the wise sailor, knowledgeable about the world, both the mortal and the Undying, docks at a minor port along the western coast of Middle-earth to gather supplies. His ship, weary from the journey from Lannell, moans into dock. Nole jumps skillfully ashore, and begins to make preparations for the next portion of the journey.

Elenwe Morefindesse has wandered through the market, and listlessly drifts down toward the dock. She has seen a strange ship, and, longing for anything exciting, goes to see this vessel. Nole senses a new presence near his swanship, and looks up from the crate of supplies. "Blessed Eru!" Nole exclaims "Could there indeed be another?" Elenwe exclaims  "A swan! As a ship? What manner of sailors be these?"

Elenwe whirls around as she hears someone approaching. She stares in amazement while Nole exclaims. "By the grace of the Valar, please let my eyes not decieve me," Nole pleads as he approaches the woman before him. "Are you, are you really, a Teleri?"

Elenwe hears the stranger's anxious question, which echoes the thoughts she has. "Aye, I am Teleri," she replies. "And you, are you....?" she trails off to stunned silence. Nole bows before the woman before him as she speaks. "Teleri." Nole smiles and speaks gently. "I aplogise for my strange questions, but perhaps you are not aware..." Nole trails off. "I am Nole Eambar of the fair port of Alqualonde, wise sailor and former merchant, and I now serve as the Voice of King Olwe and as his ambassador. And who are you, mi'lady?"

"I am Elenwe. I thought there was none like myself," Elenwe says almost in a whiisper. "I have roamed from port to port for as long as I can remember. Tell me, are we the only ones of our kind?" Nole nods sadly "My lady Elenwe, I fear that it is so. There are very few of us left this day." Tears come to Nole's eyes "My friends, loved ones, have vanished. All of our outposts are empty of song, of laughter. There are none left, except the kinslady i travel with, and my King. But now, to my joy, another stands before me." Nole smiles. "But, you have seen none other?"

Nole helps lady Elenwe sit, then smiles "Fair Alqualonde, it is beautiful, it's buildings coated in pearlescence from the sea, it's harbour as tranquil as the night sky, it's streets live with music and song..." Nole suddenly stops then frowns "but no longer. There is something amiss, something evil. I fear, all signs point to a new malevolent power, seeking to destroy or separate us. The streets are empty and quiet, not a breath stirs."

Elenwe feels a chill in her heart as she receives this news. A beautiful land, but threatened. And no music? What would life be without song? "My Lord, are you leaving that place, or returning to it?" she asks. "My lady, we are returnig to Alqualonde, to our king. My mission abroad was to secure an alliance with the sylvan realm of Lannell, which" Nole smiles to his companion " I have managed to accomplish. But our kinslady Teleri here Feamahtar, reports there is new danger nearby, and Ambassador Naeya's people have fought a Balrog in the forests. I fear for our king, for he is alone with his guard, there are no others to protect him. We must report to his majesty our news. I fear we must depart soon." Elenwe's mind is racing. Danger? Depart? "Oh, My Lord, this is almost more than I can bear," she sighs. Almost afraid to voice the hope that awakened as she learned about this land, she whispers, almost too quietly for Nole to hear, "Could I....would you...can I go with you?"

Nole's sensitive ears pick up Elenwe's whisper, he smiles and takes Elenwe's hand "mi'lady, we would welcome you. Now is the time for all of our kin to bond together and gather swiftly to his majesty's side. Let us stand together and face this new darkness." Elenwe hears the kindness is Nole's voice and feels the first touch of a fellow Teleri she can ever remember. She bursts into tears with the joy of knowing that she will be with her own kind, after living in a hostile land. "My Lord, please forgive these tears," she sobs, "Tis joy, not grief, that makes me weep." She stands unsteadily to her feet.

Nole helps Elenwe stand and wipes the tears from Elenwe's face. "aye, my heart is likewise filled with joy" Nole whispers so softly the others can't hear. He then gestures to his ship. He smiles to Feamahtar and Naeya, whom have finished the preparations and readied the swanship for the last leg of the return journey. Nole helps Elenwe down the dock towards his ship. Elenwe does not look back or waiver, stepping resolutely toward the swanship with Nole's help. She will not weep for the land and people she is leaving. It meant nothing but survival to her. "It's as if I am finally going home," she says with a laugh through her tears.

Nole helps Elenwe board the ship,  happy to have found another of his kin. The stars that make up the constellation Menelmacar shine brilliantly overhead. Nole smiles as he gets his bearings, mentally plotting the course to take. Nole smiles to Elenwe "yes, it is time for us, whatever evil waits for us there, it is time for us to return home."

Elenwe is reassured by Nole's obvious familiarity with the sea. She nods and looks about the beautiful ship, shyly looking at the others, unsure of what to say. "Thank you so much for taking me with you," she says to Nole. I will probably do best out of the way, as I am no sailor." Nole smiles "I hope to convince you, mi lady, that you are in good hands. Perhaps it would be best for you to take a rest. I pray that you have pleasant and beautiful dreams. Worry not what the morrow brings." Nole smiles and shows his new friend Elenwe a nice soft place to rest.

Elenwe  lays in the spot Nole showed her,but sleep will be long in coming. So much has happened in just a short time. "My life will never be the same," she thinks, and smiles. Soon, however, the gentle rocking of the ship lulls her to sleep, and her eyes close. The smile, however, remains on her face.
 
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Nienna in Mandos

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by Lihan Taifun

The Valië Nienna drifts soundlessly through the Halls of Waiting. A spirit among spirits, she needs no body, nor even the illusion-shape she customarily wears among the living. The Halls themselves have physical shape, since they exist in the physical realm, on the farthest western shores of the Undying Lands. Yet their physical form is only the least part of what the spirit inhabitants perceive. The rich wood paneling, the stone tile floors, the carved pillars go almost unnoticed. No lamps illuminate these Halls, for the inhabitants need no eyes to see.

This is Mandos, the Halls of her brother, Namo, who keeps the spirits of dead elves. Here the Dead tell their stories to Vairë, the Valië of History, Namo's wife, who weaves those stories into great tapestries. Here, with the help of Nienna the Compassionate, the Dead must learn to understand their lives.

The tapestries hang close together, in an intricate three-dimensional arrangement that no one hampered by a physical body could move through, nor see the images. Each panel is a story, told from one person's point of view. Follow the panels in one direction, and see the story of that person's life. Look in a different direction, and see an event, from the perspective of each person present. Reach out to touch a panel, with bodiless senses, and feel the emotions of the one who lived that story.

Here she passes the spirit of Eirein, a elven child tragically drowned. Nienna sends her a warm greeting-thought. "Up!" laughs the child, and Nienna guides her to the tapestry of her favorite memory of playing with her parents. Someday, when this little one is full and content with the memories of the love in her short life, Nienna will introduce her to the tapestries of her relatives' memories, and let her learn the history of her clan.

Here is a crowd of spirits, hovering around the cluster of memories of a great wedding feast. Some spend centuries studying a pivotal event from their clan's history, experiencing the intrigues and undercurrents from each participant's viewpoint.

Those spirits who finally learn that their quarrels were petty and pointless, and who feel only a wistful sadness for the follies of their life, those Nienna recommends to her brother that they be allowed to again take a body, and return to the lands of the living.

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Gwindolyn and Olwë Meet

[This scene is intended as practice -- character studies -- rather than actually taking place within the storyline.] June 18, 2010 Gwindolyn Spiritor and AelKennyr Rhiano [19:52]  Gwindolyn Spiritor walks into the room. The males fall to their knees, bearing an elf down with them. She ascends her throne. As she lowers herself down with a dark grace, a sensual movement. She arranges the few slips of silk that magically stay put across her body. She turns her head and murmurs to her dragon as she scratches his head a bit. She lowers her hands to the arms of the chair. She drapes them there. She looks to the males and says "rise all and bring him forward." The males instantly rise, bringing the elf upward with them. They bring him forward whether he likes it or not. "Unbind him and leave us." She watches as the males take away his bindings, leaving him dressed and alone, but stripped of weapons before her. [20:00]  Olwe struggles weakly between the two dark elves that are holding his arms, the ropes tight about him.  He watches a dark skinned female, elvish in face and form enter the room and the males knee as one.  Someone kicks at the back of his knees and he kneels, unwillingly.  As she seats herself upon the throne, he looks up through his hair and gazes boldly at her face.  He watches her every movement, taking in the dragon, the reaction of the males around him.  She speaks, and the males rise, dragging him to his feet and push him forward, shoving him to walk toward the throne.  His eyes widen in surprise when his bindings are cut, and the males leave the room.  He casts a glance about him, the throne room empty but for the woman before him and himself.  He licks his lips and swallows. [20:02]  Gwindolyn Spiritor sits quitely a moment, letting the music of silence unnerve him. She watches him intently to see his reaction. She says nothing and makes no hint that she speaks common yet. She tilts her head slightly to intensify her gaze. Her long braids fall to the side to betray the small movement. She holds her body still, excpet her chest which rises minimally for breathing. Her daggers the only weapons in clear sight except for her silver tipped manicure. Those things are filed like dagger tips. [20:06]  Olwe rubs absently at the rope burns on his wrists and gazes at her, sitting still and watching back.  His eyes flicker over her clothing, and a slight blush rises to his cheeks.  He looks to the daggers, then her face, his own face reflecting a frank curiosity.  He shifts a little, nursing his left side, and an arm wraps around his waist and the hand presses to the left side.  He continues to  wait in the silence. [20:10]  Gwindolyn Spiritor smiles suddenly. The smile is not warm nor welcoming, but condescending and smug. "Good, you know your place already," Her voice is as smooth in common as it is in drow. LIke she was born speaking it. A spider crawls out from under her hair and meanders its indirect path about her face to sit upon a cheek and rest. The dragon is well trained in not eating the spider. The dragon sits there, interested in the shiny ring on the elf's hand. "You have questions. I may grant an answer. Ask." Her voice is not quite granting permission so much as commanding. She sits still and unmoving, relaxed possibly. There is an alertness in her though. Like a cat that sits in resting position but is able to pounce at a moment's whim. [20:15]  Olwe's eyebrows rise when she remarks upon him "knowing his place" but is quiet, watching the spider crawling up to her cheek.  He never looks away from her face, though the dragon is obviously watching him.  He can hear in her tone the voice of command, of being used to being obeyed.  He stares at her face intently for a few moments, searchingly.  Then, when he speaks, although his voice is a little hoarse, it is strong and resolute.  "I would know before whom I am brought." [20:22]  Gwindolyn Spiritor dips her head just slightly "That is always a wise first question. You show intellegence. A rare thing among your kind." She pauses as she tilts her head in the other direction. Her braids slip over the other way, covering the dragon. He rumbles a little growl and fidgets until he can see again. New rivlets of blood begin on her shoulder. Normally she would not make a note of it, but she cared to do a little show of things. Her blue eyes begin to pulse from the thin red lines through them. A kiss from her Goddess. A bit of chaotic energy flows through her and her skin knits back up to a perfect smoothness as if it was never even punctured. Her grin only becomes more smug "I am Ilharess of this fine home. I am a favored priestess rising quickly through the ranks and so much more. You may now recite your titles for me." Her voice is only a touch softer, but there does not seem to be so much softness as to leave one with the idea disobedience is a good plan. Besides that if one listens well, you can hear the breathing of the guards outside the room. Not that she isn't more dangerous alone than her whole army is together, but appearances are often more intimidating than truth. [20:30]  Olwe's eyes narrow a little at her dubious praise.  He follows the tilt of her head with his eyes and watches the dragon fidget, his rumbling vibrating under his feet, through the stone floor.  He grows still and watches the blood flow on her shoulder.  The pulsation in her eyes causes him to catch his breath a moment, and he lets out his breath softly in astonishment when her flesh knits of its own accord.  He murmurs something in another tongue, the tone betraying his suprise.  But her smugness is answered by his drawing himself up to his full height.  Her tone is soft, but also deadly, and he glances again at her daggers. "Does Ilharess mean 'priestess' or 'queen?"  He asks.  "Are you 'dark elves'?" He watches her face carefully. [20:36]  Gwindolyn Spiritor takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, her blue eyes back to normal. The thin lines barely visible again. She holds her hands still on the arms. She seesm to be accustomed to sitting so completely still during interviews like this. She does not seem tense at all, or uncomfortable. She says slowly but purposefully. "Your tongue is unfit to speak the language of the drow. I grant you a single word. My title. Do not press your luck in asking for knowledge of that word." Her tone carries a slight growl to it. It existed as a warning. Her voice goes back to normal. "I granted you this one time to not answer my question straight away. Do not test my patience. List your titles." [20:42]  Olwe keeps his voice even and tranquil as he answers her, his face, though showing open surprise at times, does  not show fear.  Wariness, as he is obviously in the hands of those who are not friends, but there is an patient air to his manner, though he, now and again winces. "I do not know this term, 'drow.' I am Olwe, of Alqualonde."  He tilts his head up and gazes into her eyes. [20:47]  Gwindolyn Spiritor waits a moment as if waiting for you to continue. When you do not speak further, her face grows cold and the smile is gone as if it never was. It is possible that her face looks more natural now. She says in a very controlled, but evidently unhappy voice, "you hold no title? No power?" She leans forward as she speaks. She looks about to rise. The pulsing in her eyes begins and steadily picks up speed and intensity until her eyes are almost a solid red flare. Her fingers begin to flex. "If you are the wrong drow...." her words trail off. [20:52]  Olwe watches the woman as she leans forward  and looks ready to rise.  He watches her eyes, his own blue eyes widening.  "Drow?" he echoes again, the word very much a question.  "I am King of the Teleri elves and Lord of Alqualonde and Tol Eressea.  My people are one of the three eldar clans of elves.  But elves such as your people, these I have never seen." [20:56]  Gwindolyn Spiritor growls and reaches a hand out. She unleashes a wave of chaotic energy. it is designed to inflict minimal wounds. so about 10% of your full health at most. It is more pain than damage. She releases her connection to Lloth and lets her eyes go back to pale blue. "I'm no elf. You are but a pervsion of our race. Do not mistake your place." [21:03]  Olwe gasps and staggers back as the energy courses though his body.  He bend overs a litle and holds his left side tighter, his breath hissing as he slowly recovers from the pain.  Looking up from this position, he looks at her eyes, and there is a hint of pain still in his gaze.  "Perversion?" He said, a hint of anger in his voice.  "If you are not elf..drow...." his voice is steely at the word 'drow'...." then perhaps you are a perversion of my race. What mean you by my 'place?'" [21:06]  Gwindolyn Spiritor rises, tall and proud, regal and terrible. She steps down with the grace of a dark dancer. She steps until she has your full eyes. "I am drow. We are born of Lloth. We are the first concept, the first idea. You were just a stolen attempt to twist the ideal. A betrayal. Nothing more." She would lift a finger to the side of his face. Her hand is not in a threatening pose, but looks as if she means to stroke the side of his face. "There fore you are beneath us." [21:12]  Olwe straightens up as she rises and walks down. His eyes lock onto yours, but the anger is gone.  He listens, his hand still nursing his side, but otherwise still.  His gaze switches from her face to her hand as he catches the movement from the corner of his eye.  "I am of the firstborn of the Children of Illuvatar.  I know not your Lloth.  But I cannot believe my kind beneath any other being as we are beloved of him."  His face is a bit quizzical. [21:15]  Gwindolyn Spiritor lays her finger on the side of his face and leans her head forward to the other side of his face. She whispers softly to him as she draws her nail down along the side of his face "You are stolen by a god who had no original thought, who had no original love, an inferior." She begins to pull back, hoping to see the blood on the face. [21:20]  Olwe feels her nails rake down on the side of his face as she speaks and clenches his jaw at her words.  He feels the braids of her hair tap against his shoulder and whispers back, "You are allowed your illusions, of course.  But I doubt not my 'place," nor my Creator. You have displayed many sides to you, here, but not one remotely connected to love.  Yet you accused my race's beginning spring for a lack of it."  He turns his head  and leans close to her face, lips close but not touching.  "What is it that causes you to dispise my kind so?  What is it we have that you lack or desire?  For one to react so...there must be a cause...a reason that is personal, intense." [21:26]  Gwindolyn Spiritor laughs loudly in his ear. She does not hold the volume low nor pull her head away from him as she laughs at his words. "The elf admits no knowledge but tries to teach the teacher. Amusing. Perhaps I might let you live. I broke my last toy." Her words are non-chalant and full of dark mirth. She might actually be amused. "Other than amusing me, what would a lesser being as yourself have to offer me?" Her voice is almost sweet, taunting and mocking in its sweetness. She remains close. Had it been another place, a different set of skins, one might think 'lovers' rather than 'cat with mouse'. [21:30]  Olwe is a little startled by the laugh that spills from her, puzzled at the mirth. He searches her eyes and sees no anger. "The elf has a name," he answers softly.  "Your people descended upon mine when we offered no violence to you and yours.  Unless it be that you are servants of the Dark Lord, and Loth is but the name he is known by.  He has many forms and many faces, but all of them false."  He draws back a hair's breath. "As to what I offer you, what would you have of me?" [21:38]  Gwindolyn Spiritor smiles to him and with movement so quick that even an elf would pause with admiration she leans in and takes a kiss from him. Not for any sexual pleasure, but to let him know who the aggressor here was in case he forgot. "I have had my fun this day, you may go home." She flips a hand and guards appear as if out of no where to escort you home. They have a blindfold prepared, it would not do to leave you able to see. She takes a step or two away and then halts and holds her hand up to stop her guards. They freeze at once. She tilts her head as if seeing you're hurt for the first time. She says "it would not due to send my newest toy away broken from first meeting." Her eyes pulse bright red and she reaches a hand out to touch you lightly. Almost tenderly A lover's graze of arm. Through the touch, she releases more chaotic energy. It is a double spell woven as one. Healing and inflict minor wounds. She does not heal lightly and it hurts as much as any pain she delivers. And the spell this way prolongs how long it takes to heal, allowing the pain to last longer. Still, when it ends health would be fully restored, but broken bones would still be broken. [21:44]  Olwe gasps as your lips pull away from his, his eyes reflecting his utter surprise.  Still gazing at you, face a little flushed, he does not react at first when guards appear.  He hears their footsteps and shakes himself as though waking up, his eyes catching the blindfold in one's hands.  He watches as they all stop and turns to see your hand raised.  He opens his mouth when he hears the word "toy," but before he can speak, you touch him, and suddenly a wave of pain floods his body, crushing him even as it heals.  He hears a moan and a brief cry and realizes, dimly, it is his own voice.  He bites down on his bottom lip to keep another cry from escaping but cannot help but double over and moan, his breath coming in painful rasps. [21:58]  Gwindolyn Spiritor takes in a deep breath and holds it as he crumples in pain. She smiles as if savoring. She could have just taken a deep sip of a favored wine for the look on her face. Or perhaps just enjoyed a lover's spasm? She laughs as he moans, the pleasure in her voice quite evident. She turns and walks from the room, leaving her capable guards to show him back to the surface, back to the known word. She left them with instructions to not harm, but not letting you find your own way either. They have instruction to keep you blindfolded the whole walk. She left it to their own imaginations how to handle any resistance. None of this was said allowed, but through silent hand signals as you lay on the floor writhing in pain.

Vána, Linfëa and Nienna

< Previous by InyaRay Oktomica Evil Flowers The Nightmare tears have been found growing in Orome's precious garden, where the Vala Vana has found them.  The beauty of the garden seems to be blighted by this poisonous flowers.  How can such evil invade the Undying Lands?  And can they be repelled before the Garden is destroyed? Vana, younger sister of Yavanna and wife of Orome, walked the forest of her husband.  Flowers sprung under her feet as she walked, and birds burst into song. Yet Vana the Ever-Young was troubled in heart and mind, for she sensed a difference in Orome's forests, a wrongness, something out of place.  As she puzzled this feeling, a wind swept over her, the smell of sea salt on the breeze.  "What is this?" she asked.  In answer, she heard the soft voice of Linfea, Wind of the seas.  "Greetings." "Ah, the winds," said Vana.  "There is the tiny sea."  She looked around the forest. "Do you feel the ocean wind?" "Oh, my," answered Manwe's wind."  I am called Linfea Nensule."  Vana smiled with delight.  "It is my honor, Linfea.  Welcome, Sister!" "Not at all, it is my honor to be here.  I was at the last Council, and saw the tree you brought." It was then that Nienna, Lady of Mercy and tutor of Olorin joined them.  The Vala of Mercy and Compassion greeted them with a heartfelt, "Cousins!"  She came up to them, catching Linfea's words.  "Yes, Vana, such a terrible sight." Linfea and Nienna exchanged pleasantries until Vana spoke again. Vana nodded and gestured to her flower."  As you can see the garden grows but....there is something...so terrible..." "Terrible?" asked Nienna.  "It is beyond a bad dream, I fear."  She looked from one to the other.  "Come, I will show you."  As she guided them through the forest, Linfea spoke.  "We are concerned about this blight of plants."  "Ever has my garden bloomed, as if eternal Spring...but now...."  She quickened her pace.  "Come."  "Of course your garden should bloom," said Nienna. Both Linfea and Nienna followed Vana until she suddenly stopped.  Both gasped sharply at the sight before them.  "More trees withered?" asked Nienna.  "How can this be?" added Linfea.  Suddenly Vana seemed to wilt and fell to the ground senseless. "Vana?" called Nienna.  "Vana, are you alright?"  Linfea cried out, "Nienna, do you see?? Vana has fallen!  How can this be?" "But what could have happened here?" Nienna cried.  Linea continued to speak, in shock. "She was fine and then fell, as if dead." Nienna bent down beside the fallen Vala.  "Vana, can you hear us?"  She looked around.  "But...how is this even possible?  Surely her spirit can hear us." Linfea looked around, at the withered trees.  "Look how dark it is here."  She turned to l ook at the fallen Queen of Spring. "She is a spirit.  What can this mean?" "Nothing good," answered Nienna.  Linfea blew a cooling breeze over the prone Vana, who gives a small moan before her eyes flickcered open.  In a small voice she said, "We must move from this place."  Nienna and Linfea helped her to her feet. "Vana, what happened?" she asked as all three move away from the blighted area. "Thus Orome found me," said Vana. She pointed with her head over her shoulder.  There, among the withered trees were flowers of a vibrant hue, at odds with the dead and dying plants around them. "It is the flowers.  They harm even me." "In your own garden?" asked Nienna. "If I had not Spring with me, I would be truly gone." "Your own flowers hurt you?  How could they?" "They are not flowers," answered Vana.  "Vile imitations!  Weeds!  I shall call them thus ever more!" Linfea stared at the thriving flowers.   "The blossoms that look like the reddest of roses?" she asked.   Nienna looked at the flowers as well. "How can they grow in your own garden?" she asked.  "Such as this, " Vana answered, "do not grow." "These where we are now standing?" asked Nienna, alarmed.  "These, yes, " replied Vana, "but on the other side, the purple ring...never.  Yet even this close, the shadow is darker than it was.  And soon this garden, too, may host that ring." "It is growing?" asked Linfea.  "If they do not grow, their influence does.  This is a new shadow."  "There are two shadows?" asked Linfea, stricken.  "This rose garden," answered Vana, "was all light." "There are very few who are powerful enough to disturb a Vala," mused Nienna, "very few indeed." "This garden has never known a weed or a withered tree," said Vana.  "I do not recall seeing anything like this in all my travels," offered Linfea. "This isn't 'in your travels'.....this is Vana's own Garden, " answered Nienna.  "In the Gardens of Vana, there is only one who could do such as this," said Vana, "once.  "Unfortunately, true," Nienna agreed. "And that one should be locked away where he can do no harm." "And that's the last place one would think to find such as this!" Linfea eyed the offensive plants. Nienna's words made her turn to Nienna.  "Is he not?" "At least we thought he was locked away," answered Nienna.  "Have you checked your lands?" asked Vana.  "He is playing, showing that he is here."  Nienna said, quietly, "No one else could be responsible." "So far it is only this place," said Vana,"but if he is free...there is more lurking."  "I haven't seen anything else amiss...but would we see it?  Strange that he would want us to know he is about." Linfea shuddered.  "To have Vana fall as if dead...like the blighted plants...that is cause for alarm." "The weeds and the blighted plants would be cause enough for alarm," said Nienna.  "Yes, that is why I came to see for myself," said Linfea. "Yes, anything that can strike down a Vala....surely he wants us to be afraid." mused Nienna. "Too bad.  I won't play his game of fear," declared Vana. Vana turned to Linfea. "I was only faint last time, and Orome found me. This time....Linfea, have you noticed a change in the wind?" "Not yet," she answered, but I will be watchful, now." "Nothing?" asked Vana, "Yet  you came.  Perhaps it is faint....my own sadness at this may have hurt the roses.  I cannot bear to think of it.  A garden is made of joy." "I came," said Linfea, " because I wanted to see your garden and the trouble for myself.  If there are more areas I know now what to look for."  Vana nodded. "But what shall we do?" asked the Lady of Spring.  "We know what we have found here could come from only one.  It may be our only warning."  Linfea nodded Asked Nienna, "What can we do?" "How could such have escaped from a prison where there is no escape?  Knowing that he has could help."  "He couldn't work such a strong effect, striking down you, Vana, from a distance, could he?" "Such boldness, thought from hiding.  Perhaps he is not entirely free.  Maybe there is a chance to yet contain him.  Perhaps one of his creatures would know.  An interview with one..."  Nienna suddenly noticed Linfea was gone. "Linfea?"  "Gone with the wind," Vanna answered.  "Always flightly, said Nienna. "This is so," agreed Vana. " I think it just a whim, the winds, coming and going." Nienna returned to the subject at hand. "Do you think one of his creatures--even if he knew anything-- would tell you?"  "Perhaps if you were to help it," answered Vana.  The wind rose again, the scent of sea and salt, and Linfea was back among them.  "Linfea, you scared us, vanishing like that," Nienna said sharply.  "Yes," chimed in Vana, "This place...it may no longer be safe." Linfea blushed.  "Pardon me, there was a small matter that called me away."  Hurriedly, to change the subject she said, "Perhaps we should first determine just how is locked away."  Nienna gave a smile at the ways of the winds.  "Yes," answered Vana.  "Is there a balrog that might know?  Or perhaps a clue that has been left.  Have you noticed any odd items in your lands, Nienna?" "I suspect a case of 'bad seed,' minions from the darkness," offered Linfea.  "A 'bad seed', no doubt, " agreed Vana, "to grow such a vile thing." "I have not noticed anything, but I was not looking so closely," answered Nienna. Vana mused.  "It would be like him to lead a chase." "A bad seed," agreed Nienna, "and a very potent seed." "Potent as poison," responded Vana.  "And like a mold, if not taken care of, can spread quickly," added Linfea, " toxic."  "Indeed," agreed Nienna. "I cannot remove it, "confessed Vana," as you have seen.  Evil."  Nienna asked,"Have you talked to Yavanna about it?"  "I have not," replied Vana.  "It was my wish to show what there is to see.  It is our only clue yet." "She knows a lot more about plants than I do," responded Nienna.  "Have you tried salt water?" offered Linfea. "Yes, my sister could surely assist.  But it may return, or appear elsewhere.  The root of this we must deal with."  "Let us not panic yet," said Linfea.  "There is rumor of a balrog on the move again."  "Such weakness I felt, and amid my own flowers," said Vana.  Linfea patted Vana.  "Such a nightmre for you."  "We must stop this." said Vana. "We must," agreed Nienna."And we know the Ainur, together, are stronger than he is." "Let us try salt water on the 'bad plants,'" suggested Linfea.  "Salt is a purifying agent."  "Certainly," agreed Vana.  "Although," added Linfea, "Not good for the rest of the Garden."  "I would rather nothing could grow in that place," answered Vana, "than what is there now.  Perhaps we can try it?" "The best thing will be when that area thrives and new growth flourishes." "I'm sure Vana can manage the new growth,"offered Nienna. "Meanwhile, if this is deliberate," continued Linfea, "then we must not let it affect us in a negative manner." "Linfea," asked Vana.  "Can you place the salt water on it now?"  Linfea nodded.  "I cannot think while it is still here.  I dare go not closer."  Linfea called her power of wind and flew out to the seas surrounding the Undying Lands, pure and untouched by any evil, unknown to the mortal world since the separation of the Shining Lands from the mortal plane.  Using her wind, she gathered a quantity of that purest of sea water and hastened back.  Like rain, the sea water fell in the garden of Orome, on the deadened trees and deadly plants.  Vana stared hard, offering a prayer to Illuvatar, that this desperate plan work, that the salt of the sea water would retain the purity needed to restore her beloved forest.  It seemed as though the trees seemed to grow strength from the refreshing downpour.  "Yes," she whispered.  Nienna called up to Linfea, "Linfea!  Vana says it is starting to work!"  Looking around, the Vala of compassion murmured, 'I can't see anything in these weeds." Linfea, floating gently back over the poisoned area, lets another sprinkle of water loose over the affected area. Again she gathers up the cleansing sea water and spreads it across the flowers.  "Blessings," said Vana.  The plants seemed to dissipate before her eyes.  "Gone," she breathed. "Amazing," said Nienna.  "The trees will heal. I will take care of them."  Vana felt a healing breeze.  "Now I will able to rest and think.  It is all gone." "Linfea, that was wonderful," said Nienna. "Truly," added Vana. "I am most grateful."  Linfea clasped her sisters in joy.  "I am always at your service, and have learned a great thing today."  " Valar valuvar! (The will of the Valar be done!)" said Vana. "Yes," said Linfea.  "Together we are stronger than he," said Nienna. "Hope," said Vana, "is what you have brought this day.  Already my head clears of this poison." "We need not fear," said Linfea.  "Together we are as strong as a bundle of twigs is stronger than a single stick." "Now we know how to defeat these weeds, if any more appear," said Nienna.  "There is no choice but to fight," said Vana.  "We can hardly give up," agreed Nienna.  "Linfea added, "And we shall prevaill. Illuvatar will prevail." Nienna looked pensive for a moment.  "If he is causing us this much trouble, what must be happening to the Children?" "Oh, my," said Vana. "They may have no idea yet, " said Linfea,"There is danger to them if they allow rumor and fear to weaken them." "Yes," agreed Vana.  Nienna asked."Do they not speak of a strange new darkness?"  "New?" asked Vana.  Linfea nodded."Yes, I have heard them speak of it, but all rumors and tales."  Looking at where the plants once were, she continued.  "This was certainly darkness." "This is new," said Vana.  "Could it be something else?"  "But this was not fatal," said Linfea.  "Not to me," answered Vana.  Nienna said, "Not to a Vala."  "But it was placed here for a purpose. Whoever placed it wants us to stir."  Nienna nodded. "I think you are right.  It is a message." "Perhaps to move to the Children. But a predicted response we shall not give!"  "We could hardly move them, even if we wanted to," answered Nienna.  "Perhaps saltwater from our shores would work on these plants if they are among the Children," suggested Vana.  "I shall try, if needed," answer Linfea.  Vana smiled for the first time in days.  "It must have been a terrible shock for you.  You must renew yourself." Vana nodded."It is so."  "It is good Orome found you," said Nienna.  "His anger," said Vana," shook the sky." Nienna nodded.  "None of us should wander far alone.  "Even now, Orome is seeking this, across our lands."  "Good, " answered Nienna, "he is always good at finding things."  Vana looked at Nienna and Linfea.  "If you find a balrog, do  you think you could talk to it?"  Linfea turned to the Vala of Compassion. "Nienna?"  "Probably," said Nienna. "I don't know how talkative balrogs are, or even what they like."  "You are the patient one," urged Linfea,  Vana chimed in. "Perhaps your compassion could soften the heart of a balrog enough to tell us what we need to know."  "Yes," agreed Linfea," my thought also."  Vana continued, "If there is no other clue, it may be the only source of information." "Well,"replied Nienna.  "Just because some of the dragons escaped the darkness, there are still plenty of creatures under its influence." "I know these dragons, and they may be able to help, do you think?" asked Linfea.  "Yes, at the least, the dragons may have seen or heard something." "They may even have had a message planted, if unwittingly.  A riddle would please such as he.  A dark joke, this weed, a suggestion born of dread," said Vana. "Ahh.."Linfea nodded.  "A brillant suggestion, Vana. He is that type that likes to appear wise." "Watching us chase clues..to feel clever...yes." "Yes, bull behavior." "Perhaps your dragon friends will have a message for us. Do you see them often?  Can you summon one?" "I can put out a call.  Dragons and wind have an affinity. I can try." "Perhaps, again, you will of great help, Wind," Vana smiled and said.  "But for not, I must rest.  My deepest gratitude."  "You have had such a trying time," consoled Nienna. "This affects all of us," said Linfea.  "Usually I stay detached, but this time I felt compelled to come and if I can help. Well...I am here." Vana looked at where the poisonous flowers were.  The ground was now bare. "This poison...is gone now."  Nienna smiled at Linfea.  "You were such a help!" "Be well, "said Linfea, gathering the wind about her."  Refresh and renew."  "Thank you," answered Vana. "Yes, indeed, sister, rest now."  Vana waves at both. "Until next we meet," said Linfea, drifting away on her wind.  Nienna tiptoed away quietly.  Vana smiled as she went in search of her slumber couch. "So kind," she murmurs.  Linfea gently blew a healing breeze over Vana as she stretched upon her couch. Then she floated out to sea in search of a dragon. Upon the ground, where once the poisonous flowers had taken root, a tendril shot out of the ground, its movement serpentine.  It swayed back and forth, as thought directed, then stilled, the tip curling and uncurling.  Then rearing back, the tip flew down at the ground, like a snake striking a hapless victim, and the plant buried itself under the ground, the very dirt settling over it . > Second Ainur Council        > Next Nienna

Nolë and Naela Find a Teleri

< Previous by Shawn Daysleeper Ambassadors Nole Eambar and Naeya sail from Lannell and arrive in Port Luth to resupply for the long voyage to Alqualonde. Both of the Elves disembark and request supplies from the Sylvan dockhands. Nole lovingly rubs his hands over the hull of the swanship, and chances to look up along the dock. His eyes gaze upon an astonishing sight. There, standing before him, was an elf woman, but not of the Sylvan. The maiden speaks first. "Greetings .. am sorry but am speechless... be you Teleri? Nole looks at the stranger before him, his eyes wide. "Indeed.  Are you Teleri". The maiden shows astonishment on her face and says, "I thought never to see another Teleri face. Welcome" The maiden turns to Naaeya. "Greetings, mi'Lady" Naeya smiles. "Greetings, Milady. My name is Naeya Archamethel, and I am an ambassador from Lannell to Alqualonde." Nole asks "And who are you, mi'lady?" The maiden answers "Ahh I am Feamahtar Nasse, a warriormaiden of Alqualonde." Naeya replies, "A great pleasure to meet you." Nole smiles "I am Nole Eambar, the voice of King Olwe, and ambassador to Lannell". Feamahtar says "I am most grateful to see you, have you just arrived? Nole nods  "Yes, we have just arrived in this fine port to resupply." Nole smiles. "How is it, that you, a Teleri, stands before me now?" Feamahtar bows her head. "I am sorry to tell you, but  I believe I am the last of the Teleri here." Sadness clouds her face. Nole opens his eyes wide. "Yes, but to see one here before us, praise Eru!" Naeya asks "Your kin have left?" Feamahtar nods. "Yes, My Lady, all have vanished with no trace that I can discover" Naeya looks shocked. "It is as you warned, Lord Nole." Nole nods in agreement. "Yes this has become all too familiar. Our kin have vanished from all of our outposts and cities, all save for a few." Feamahtar asks, "You speak as though  others have also gone? Is this true?" Nole nods. "All of the outposts I regularly trade with have been abandoned, as well as beautiful Alqualonde. Yes, I fear that the Teleri have abandoned this place as well, but we are fortunate to have Feamahtar before us. Maybe she knows what happened?" Naeya looks hopeful. "Yes". Nole turns to the warrior maiden before him while Naeya asks, "Do you have any observations about the disappearances, Milady?  We must take care" Feamahtar shakes her head with dismay. "I know not what to make of it .. they disappeared with no trace. Pray tell me is it your mission to hunt for them?" Nole replies. "Yes, that is part of the mission set before me by our king." Naeya also nods. "The commander of the Knights of Lannell has requested I offer every assistance that I may." Feamahtar stands with a look of relief on her face. Naeya says, "Elves are few, and this is of great concern to me personally as well." Feamahtar asks, "Let me assist you for the sake of my people and my king which I serve." Naeya agrees. "Your assistance would be most appreciated, Milady." Nole nods in agreement Nole smiles to Feamahtar. "Perhaps you could tell us what you saw or any clues to their dissapearance?" Feamahtar reports, "I wish I could offer you some clue to their disappearance, but I was away from the outpost, and when I returned all where gone without a trace. I have been searching but have found nothing." Naeya inquires, "There were no signs of a struggle?" Feamahtar shakes her head. "No no nothing like that.. their cups where still on the table full .. nothing was disturbed .. they are just gone." Nole face clouds with dispair. "It is the same as I have observed as well." Naeya frowns and looks at Nole. "It is very strange" Feamahtar asks, "Has some great evil befallen us?" Nole looks fearfully around at the dock. "I fear that the effects of evil have been felt here as well." Naeya nods in agreement. "It would seem so." Nole nods to Feamahtar, "Yes, there is a new evil, that seeks out the children of light as so the rumours and evidence seems to point." "So I feared .. we have had some unusal disturbances lately," she replies. Nole looks around with urgency, but looks at Feamahtar curiously. "Disturbances?" Naeya listens. Feamahtar says "At the time I thought of it as just.. but now .. on the way home to the outpost I found a portion of a forest burned. I investigated it .. it was unusal; nothing done by nature... I was returning to report this to my commander .. but then .. chokes." Tears appear in her eyes. Naeya nods " Even near Lannell the servants of the dark one are active, and once I have seen is a creature of fire. She turns to Feamahtar, "Oh, I am so sorry" Nole smiles comfortingly to Feamahtar, then quickly rushes through the remaining preparations and readies the ship to sail. "We should depart. I fear even now that there is evil about. If something should befall us... we must get to King Olwe quickly."  Naeya says,  "If any Teleri try to escape, I would think they would make their way to Alqualonde" Feamahtar pleads, "Take me with you. I wish to avenge my friends and comrades." Nole smiles and nods.  Naeya smiles at the warrior maiden of Alqualonde.  "I am glad that you come with us." Feamahtar says, "My lady..  My Lord, I thank you" Nole says with urgency, "Then perhaps we should depart. Thank you, Lady Feamahtar, for your insightful words. They will help the investigation." Nole nods to the swanship. Feamahtar nods to Nole who responds, "After you, mi'lady." Naeya boards the swanship. "it is good to see  you." Nole guides the ship out from Port Luth and out to sea. Naeya taps her sword. "I shall keep my sword by my side now." Feamahtar agrees. "Aye, Lady, that is wise"  Naeya scans the skies. "I hope the Balrog does not wait for us in Alqualonde." Nole nods. "I hope Alqualonde and our King is safe." Maeya suggests, "Perhaps we should rest soon so that we are strong when we arrive." Feamahtar agrees "Aye and I am ready." Nole nods in agreement as the swanship leaves the shores behind, the winds blowing favourably out over the seatowards the horizon beyond which lay the beautiful Alqualonde and its unknown fate. > Next Nolë       > Next Naeya

Ksoltar's Story

Ksoltar Mistwood
June 7, 2010?

Ksoltar was an ancient dragon prince that spent much time in humanoid forms to better understand them. He settled on the form of an elven thief in an attempt to better understand the motives of humanoids  and to have information on how to protect his hoard from their evolving intelligence and their greedy nature. Learning the ways and desires of human kind, he learned they were not to be trusted, in general, but there were those that gave them a purpose in the greater scheme of things. They showed great promise and if they could be taught to harness the inner strengths of their nature, they would do great things. Great and potentially terrible things but still great. He believed they needed to be guided and led till they were able to understand the true power within themselves. His memory has images of battles from 2 clans of dragons but there has always been one dragon family and these images confuse him. He spends his quiet hours and days sleeping and pondering his dreams, trying to understand them.

Through the course of his travels he met many races and learned many  languages. His preferred forms are  his biped form, and elven form,  when he travels in the lands of the bipeds. He is from a long line of warrior dragons and has knowledge of human magic,from his time apprenticed to a human wizard. He also has his knowledge of natural magic.

Ksoltar has a natural distrust of dwarfs and their love of gold, (although they can be quite tasty). Elves he finds interesting due to their contemplative nature even though they tend to be a bit boring with no sense of adventure. His experience with vampires is limited but he finds them an interesting study due to their long life spans and particular view of life, or the lack of it perhaps. Halflings and kender races is a subject best kept away from his hoard and him as they are in general too curious about things that belong to others.

He met Dhelorah many Milena ago, he knows, but a lot of his past is a faded memory. It only appears in dreams to remind his inner dragon so the mistakes of that time will never be forgotten (or repeated). He has spent most of his time, since the great war, sharing caves with his mate as they traveled and avoiding the other races as he had already learned to be suspicious of them. He moved his hoard to the lands near Arador, where they found others of their kind. From here they could watch the nearby lands of Yu Lung, which was home to a clan of mixed races called Jade. He had hopes that he, and those he had gathered to join him in noble concerns, would be able to live peacefully and not be hunted or be targets of wizards. (who often seek dragons for their knowledge of magic and the magical properties found in their horns and scales)

Now, on the subject of wizards, the afore mentioned wizard he was apprenticed to found out what Ksoltar really was and has become determined to gain the dragons secrets. He has chased him and sent an assortment of creatures and mercenaries to harass him and to steal his treasures. This is an ongoing problem he has dealt with and has so far been successful in defeating the enemies sent to him. He has made many friends and many enemies in his time since hatching and always keeps a watchful eye out for them.

While observing the  land called Yu Lung, Ksoltar has found them to be of like mind and thoughts. They and are kind and have a respect for dragonkind. He and Dhelorah have brought the remains of their dragon clan and what is left of the Royal dragon family to the mountainous area near this land to begin rebuilding the dragon family and to gather all they can of the remaining dragons to learn and share knowledge between dragonkind and humanoids. Still, he is haunted at night by the forgotten memories of his past and something he just can't quite remember that keeps his soul unsettled and restless.

Dhelorah's Story

Dhelorah Primswitch June 7, 2010?           Dhelorah was raised a princess, the only daughter of the civil dragon royal family. Her family not only lived in peace with the humans of their lands, they catered to them. She was taught from an early age to answer when they called and help them when they asked, never asking how it was that they had become so "tame" it was simply the way it was. She never questioned that the dragon supremacists who threatened her family and her way of life were the enemy. They believed that dragons were like Gods and should rule the "lower" races. In her mind, they were an evil breed and should be destroyed. Especially the supremacist's prince, Ksoltar. He was always there. Every peace talk, every summit she attended with her family, he was there, arrogant and uncivilized as ever. They had encountered each other in the forest as children, not fully understanding that they were enemies but certain that they did NOT like each other at all. He was too loud and selfish, nothing but a bully. She was too soft and spoiled a silly "pet" for humans. Then, one day, he was gone. Rumors of his travels would sometimes reach the princess but information about him was a rare thing.       When Dhelorah was old enough to understand, her mother took her deep within the mountains and taught her a great secret. The 2 waring families were once one. They shared the same family name (a name kept secret to outsiders) She showed her the ancient dragon ruins and the forgotten knowledge within. She introduced her to the old Gods and ancient ways. She passed to her a great legacy and with it a great burden of power. For the first time, she knew her full potential for destruction. She felt the full power of her race and anger at her family's subservient ways. However, she now knew, as well, how the fighting had begun with this ancient power and she knew she must have self control. Some dragons feared it and chose to turn away from it, always afraid of unleashing what they feared could NOT be controlled. Others wanted to abuse it, to use it to destroy the "weaker" races and rule the world as gods themselves. In the end, even the royal family had split in two, becoming over time the two families who ruled the dragons today.  Few were left who knew of the old Gods. Meeting in secret, they worshiped and taught, keeping to the shadows always guarding their secrets from the outside world, often even from their own families.      Who can say how that final battle started. Perhaps someone felt insulted, perhaps it was over land again, maybe someone sneezed, who really knows but the fighting was out of control before anyone could stop it. By the end of it, both sides were nearly wiped out including both royal families. Coming back from a hunting trip, she heard the fighting long before she reached her home, flying as fast as her wings would let her, she arrived just in time to take out the 2 enemy soldiers still standing over her mother but she was too late to save her. She had never killed before. Never let go of her control, never felt that kind of rage. She went wild with it, flying over the countryside, burning everything in her path, destroying anything that moved (and even much that didn't) Finally landing far into the forest by a stream. That's when she saw him, she heard his ragged breath, saw his family crest and charged in an instant. This was his fault! His family had caused this! His kind were to blame and he was going to pay for it! She reared up, ready to strike but just then, caught sight of something unexpected. The son of her enemy, severely wounded was crouched over, protecting a hatchling in his arms. Even through her fury , she could see the brand on the little one's shoulder. It was a brand used by the supremacists to mark the "unworthy ones" he was protecting a civil! Drained of her uncontrolled rage, she sat down beside him. Exhausted, defeated and without thought, she numbly reached out to him, letting the magic flow from her, healing his wounds. No words were spoken. they stared at each other for what could have been minutes or days. Then, in silence still, she took the hatchling gently in her jaws and they walked together the long distance through the forest back to the ruins of their once beautiful homeland.      Years went by, the couple had children of their own and they tried together to mend the rift between their kinds. It was hard. They were two opposite forces trying to coexist. His distrust of anything biped went against her natural affection for them. Over time,however, they found themselves taking on some of the beliefs and characteristics of the other.  They found balance together teaching others that they are NOT pets or cattle but neither are they gods. They are dragons. They have a proud and noble heritage. They are the ancient ones, a position that should be respected but it is a respect that must be earned. A new crest was formed.  Taking a dragon in the civil's royal blue and one in the supremacist's royal red, they entwined them together in the form of a star. A symbol of unity and hope for their kind. (it was also a very powerful ancient symbol)  Even though the war was long over and the two families were again united as one, fighting would erupt without warning over old insults or more often over old land disputes. The ground itself seemed to seep out hatred and intolerance. You could feel the sorrow in the air and no matter what they tried to do to stop the fighting, it continued. Determined to prevent the war from reigniting , together, the two did the unthinkable. They called upon the elements and asked a question never asked before or since. They asked the elements to abandon their homeland. To their horror AND relief the elements agreed. The land was left baron and lifeless with no wind, no rain, not even fire could ignite there. The earth itself released the bodies of those who had fallen during the war, freezing them in obsidian at the moment of their death, lifeless monuments to the millennium of violence the land had suffered. All turned gray around them, never really light or dark, no color could remain here. A magical barrier was constructed to surround the area keeping the unsuspecting from wandering in and falling victim to the emptiness of heart and soul within. Dhelorah and Ksoltar set out with what was left of their family to find a new land where they could start again.      Time went by, who can say how long, and they began to hear rumors of a far away land where all races lived in peace. A place dedicated to preventing evil from ever gaining power. A place of life and beauty. They followed the rumors, finally, to their source and settled in the mountains and valleys nearby, calling to the last of their race who had scattered to the winds. There they waited and watched, wanting to be sure that this place was all it was rumored to be before, very slowly, starting to let their presence become known. The only questions that still deprive Dhelorah of inner peace are these. "Why does my mate never talk of his long ago travels?" (He seems to not remember much) and "Why do we keep getting bothered by random unfriendly creatures?"

Valahari brief - 4th age

Xavi Villiers

Valahari

STRUCTURE
Valahari is composed of two SIMS, Valahari and Valahari Mists. Each has a sky market which serves as the landing point. Valahari Mists hosts the Elven Kingdom of Mal'anar and the Fae Kingdom of Silver Hollow.  Valahari hosts the Human Kingdom of Westenguard and the Drow Kingdom of Unra'eth. Drakkenguard, the floating realm of the dragons, is above. While all of these Cities are racially themed, they are not racially exclusive. Each has its own rules for admission varying by the lore of each.  At this point, we are proposing participation of the elven realm only; however, in the future other factions or their members may chose to participate as well. No combat meters are used in Valahari. All combat outside the arena is verbally roleplayed.


THE KINGDOM OF MAL'ANAR
The Kingdom of Mal'anar sits on the northernmost coast of Valahari Mists and is ruled by a King and his council, all of which have administrative authority.

The Aran en' Mal'Anar or King of the elves is Xavi Villiers
Morrigan Orellana, Fiancee of the Aran
Oralia Itano (Minya, or Second of the Elves)
Daisy Teardrop (Cora or councilwoman)
Jaydah Ricantaur (Lindar, or Bard)
Gavyn “Uru'vir” Crumb (Heru en' I Carad – Steward of the Estate of Mal'anar)
Seraf Clip (Tura, or General of the Army)
Fitz Seriman (Elear, or Keeper of knowledge)
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RACE OF MAL'ANAR AND ENTRY TO THE CITY
This is the Kingdom of the Elves of Mal'anar.  As certain races are allowed to stop in and visit or to take up residence, there are also exceptions. The Ancients and Fae are allowed within the gates of Mal'Anar provided that they are light aligned, as has always been custom. Humans are allowed in Mal'Anar, but may be inherently distrusted and closely watched until they are well known. No undead thing, Lycan, Vampire, Orc or Drow will be admitted into the city. There are guards posted throughout the city...  If you are of the dark aligned races, you need come only by invitation or as an ambassador in an official capacity.

CURRENT ELVEN STORY LINES
The Elven King has recently taken a mixed drow woman as his fiance, which initially caused quite a stir. Recently the elves rallied in support of Morrigan in spite of her darker heritage and chose to judge on the basis of her character although bastions of suspicion still remain throughout the population.

Morrigan is pregnant with the child of the king, which will be born before they are wed. The child will be hidden in king Olwe's SIM for it's protection. After a time she will return to Mal'anar.

Previously, the City of Mal'anar was home only to the elves. Fae and Dragons were always permitted. Mal'anar has recently shifted to a society based structure rather than a racially based structure. Currently, all are welcome to reside in the city as long as they are light aligned and loyal to the crown of Mal'anar... though many of the elves blame this new openness and suspect that it will be trouble for the old ways.

The previous Tari, or queen, has fled the city maddened by the deal that she made with a demon in order to save the city. She occasionally represents herself in a nearly schizophrenic state.

POTENTIAL FOR 4th AGE INVOLVEMENT

Protect Alqualonde and King Olwe, from any invasion as this will be the realm where Xavi and Morrigan's child will be hidden for protection. Xavi has Teleri ties as well.

Nightmare's Tears can appear in Mal'anar as well (Where might we get a copy of the flowers?)

Mal'anar is also open to defending in any realm as well.

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