Post by Elkith on Dec 22, 2003 7:16:13 GMT -5
My birthplace was the beautiful woods of Lothlorien. When I was young, I would tend to stroll along the Nimrodel River and think about the world. One day when I was walking back into Lothlorien from a long day out at the River, I saw an Elder Elf practising Archery. To this day I have never seen anyone shoot better than that precise man. I stood for a good while, watching him, when he finally said, "Hail young one! Do you take intrest in my talent?" I stood for a moment wondering if he was talking to me and then replied by saying, "Yes, how can one aim so finely?" He laughed and said, "I could show you, if you would allow me some of your time?" He handed me his bow, it was an expertly crafted weapon. He told me to aim at a nearby wooden post. I pulled back the string and fired, my arrow went flying uncontrollably into the air. "Wow young one! Pull gently on the string and keep your front arm straight." I pulled the string again, and kept in mind what he had said. I pulled the string gently back, focused my mind onto the post, and realesed the string. The arrow flew straight, as if a bird, and struck into the post.
"Well done! You shall be an expert Archer someday." He said smiling at my achievement.
"I must go now, I have been trekking out along time." I said while handing back his bow, "Farewell, your name?"
"My name is Círdan, Farewell." My Father moved me to Rivendell because of the growing Evil in the world. My Farther and 14 of his Kin, were travelling to Rivendell when he was ambushed by Orcs and was slain North of Dimrill Dale. One survived. When I heard of the news, I rushed back to Lothlorien. The surviver was Círdan, I went to see him. He said he escaped back into the Golden Woods. He was wounded. I wanted full revenge over my Farthers death, I wanted to destroy all evil forces in the world. Círdan told me of a group of Elves who were attemping just that, their leader was a bold Elf named Imbeglin. I joined their group, who was moving into the dank region of Fangorn Forrest, to protect Gondor and Rohan from the spreading Evil.
Elkith Sîrfalas
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"Well done! You shall be an expert Archer someday." He said smiling at my achievement.
"I must go now, I have been trekking out along time." I said while handing back his bow, "Farewell, your name?"
"My name is Círdan, Farewell." My Father moved me to Rivendell because of the growing Evil in the world. My Farther and 14 of his Kin, were travelling to Rivendell when he was ambushed by Orcs and was slain North of Dimrill Dale. One survived. When I heard of the news, I rushed back to Lothlorien. The surviver was Círdan, I went to see him. He said he escaped back into the Golden Woods. He was wounded. I wanted full revenge over my Farthers death, I wanted to destroy all evil forces in the world. Círdan told me of a group of Elves who were attemping just that, their leader was a bold Elf named Imbeglin. I joined their group, who was moving into the dank region of Fangorn Forrest, to protect Gondor and Rohan from the spreading Evil.
Elkith Sîrfalas
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