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He looked up at the man he has known as his father all his life, a large burly man with long blonde hair with a hint of gray threw it, his giant arms that looked more like tree stumps then anything, his piercing bluey white eyes staring straight at the boy “What are you staring at you whore's child?” The boy looked at the man a moment longer then scurried away into the inky black forest where he had lived all his life. As far back as he can remember he had lived in this forest with people called Elves, tall people standing roughly 8 feet tall slender athletic and strong all had no ear lobes and had pointed ear's, most if not all had long hair which seemed to stay the same length as every other elves. The boy peered into the inky blackness of the forest lay listening and waiting. There was a slight and sudden noise in the bush about twenty feet in front of him to his left a bit, as if someone had tried changing pressure off one leg onto the other, slowly rising the boy held his hunting knife is his right hand and with elven taught skills slowly crept up to where he heard the noise. Slowly lowering himself down into a crouch ready to act, he took a few slow breathes, gripping his hunting knife tighter he lunged forward into the bush and struck out, taking the man full blown in the chest nearly severing his right arm off, the man screamed in pain and with wide eyed amazement collapsed in a heap on the floor of the forest. The boy stood amazed at what he had just done, he though a deer or other animal was in the bush, not a fully grown man. Slowly the bow knelt down beside the man, looking at the wound. It was bad, the man probably wouldn't live longer then ten minute's at the most unless the youth got the man to the spell casters, whom were sacred Elven magician's whom were amongst the most feared on this planet. The man looked up at the boy sweat drenching his face.
“You got me good lad, you got me good.” The man said, the boy smiled slightly and what he knew as humans tongue said, “I'm sorry if I had known you were not an animal I wouldn't have acted so.”
The man tried to laugh but all that came out was blood, wiping the blood on his good arm, he said “Not your fault lad, I shouldn't have been snooping around these wood's anyway they are cursed and forbidden by all mortal being's, but you, why are you here?, how do you. The man's voice started gargling with blood. Suddenly his body started shaking violently frothing blood and frothing out his nose, ear's and mouth, he died a horrible painful death, the boy looking down at the once talking man sighed at closed his eye lid's. As he started rising he heard another nose to his left and glanced something out the corner of his eye, ducking instantly saving his life with elven like reflexes, where his neck once was an axe now replaced it with a whooping sound as it sped past, rolling over onto his feet the boy seen an enraged human looking at him with murder all over his face, facing the boy the man screamed “You murdering little bastard! I will cut your heart out and feed it to you!” suddenly the man looked surprised and looked down then feel forward, behind him a few yards away another boy stood with a bow out and a worried look on his face, the boy started running forward with his hunting knife out. “Are you ok renilf?, both boys put away their hunting knifes are embraced each other, “Yes im fine thank you Galredn, how is mother?”. Crouching down to examin the man, the one called Galredn crouched beside his boyhood friend and adopted brother, “She is not well renilf, she grows weaker by the day and her breathing shallows she is ready to pass into the realm of light”
renilf looked up at Galredn, he had known this boy all his life they were brother, but not of the blood Galredn's mother had addopted Renilf when he was brought to Elvenor but a dryad, a mystical creature that dwells within the forest. Looking at Galredn he said “Let's go home, it's been a long day and im tired and sore, all this fighting with humans makes me tired, and now we have to report this to Emlor”.
“Renilf, Wake up!” gazeing apon him was Emlor warchief for the Elvenor people, “Why didnt you report to me yesturday what happened in the forest?, you know it's law to report it.”
Renilf slowly got up and started getting dressed sighed and said “Im deeply sorry Emlor, all this fighting with humans, goblins maknor's and troll's is getting a hold on me. I come home late at night sore and tired I wake up in the morning feeling like ive been fighting a war that isnt yet here, It's exhausting”. Emlor looked at the youth, looking as if he was thinking hard as what to say next, rising his hand to his lip's, he slowly put his hand out toward Renilf, “Im sorry about this lad, no hard feeling aye?”. Suddenly Renilf felt hollow as if a ghost, then he felt whole again and was on his knee's emptying his stomach contents, Looking up to see where he was he was surprised to see he wasnt in his mother's home facing at Emlor but in actual fact he was kneeling outside a human castle. It was huge by anyone's standard's with giant watch tower's that looked a thousand feet in the air, with walls two hundred feet high, nestled into the rocky hillside made it damn near unreachable by any army. Gazing into this strange place Renilf felt strangely intrigued by it, slowly rising he found that he was fully dressed with his long bow over his shoulder, his most favored weapon of all, along with his hunting knife, throwing daggers, one on either side of his brown leather belt a quiver of lion arrow's, the Elves most famous arrow's they could sail a mile at still fly straight. He had a full quiver which meant a thousand arrows or so. He was dressed in his green hunting top which was cut at the elbow's along with his long brimmed brown hunting boot's with his leaf green pants he was barely noticeable at sight, any human with could be standing mere feet away from him and still not see him, he glanced down and seen his travel pack on the ground with his bedroll, he opened his travel back and inside was some small bread loaf's, some cheese some venison meat some duck and some salted pork, along with two flask's of water. What struck him most was the brown oiled ralok leaf, within it had a note, he opened the leaf and opened the note, it was in the human tounge “Dear King, Or Queen of the people, my people and I are sick of being at war, sick of constantly fighting and arguing. We wish you peace and well being and let it be known that all humans are welcomed in the forest of Elvenor, We send a youth held precious to us, he has impressive talents with the longbow and sword we hope you accept him as the Elves royal official messenger and defender of title.” Renilf sat back on his rump, he was struck at his newly affixed title, this was one of the most major roles in the Elven people. Only the most highly skilled in fighting, scouting, hunting and noble talent's were selected for this role. But yet here Renilf sat, yes he was the best hunter scouter and fighter by far, but his court manner's were lacking. None the less he would carry the message to the human king. He glanced up and stared at the immense city, he was troubled as to why he was picked for this role, none the less it was mid day light and he was fully rejuvenated, he started rising when he heard a woman scream, “Help, somebody help me!” quickly rising putting his travel pack on tightening it. And pulling his bow off his shoulder he started running at inhuman speed, reaching the area of the plea he spied a woman laying on the ground her leg's covered in blood and a man atop of her raping her, she was a temping to claw at him but failed miserably he nocked a lion cloth arrow into his bow and let loose, striking the man in the ear tearing the man off the woman and shooting him across the clearing. The woman looked up stunned and afraid at the sight of the elf, “Tha....Thank you..?”, Realizing the woman was asking his name, he looked apon her and without any feelings or emotion said “My name is Renilf, Im a royal messenger from the Elves.” The woman looked Renilf up and down then with fear all over her face slowly got up, within the beat of a heart Renilf was beside her giving her a hand up, startled by this the women accepted his hand and rised, walking over and pulling free his lion cloth arrow, whipping it on the man's trouser leg he placed his bow back over his shoulder and placed his arrow back in his quiver walking back over to the lady he asked, “can you escort me to the king's place?” Blushing the woman said “You would be a special case indeed to get into the king's court, I can show you a way in and a way out, but you must not tell anyone, do you understand me?”. Looking around to see if anyone was listening he nodded, seeing no one he simple said “Lead the way woman”.
She looked at him with a face of murder and eye's not even the most vile demon would posses and almost spat out the word's, “My name is Tilda, You call me Tilly or I will cut your eyes out.” laughing a rich and odd tone to the lady, Renilf looked at her and smiled a broad cheeky smile “Please try so, but I must warn you to strike an elf is to put your life at end.” looking as if she needed no further warning Tilda started walking without further comment.
What you think aye?