Tal Dagore
17-02-2006, 22:47
Iruvel Celendil held her father’s hand as he lay motionless before her. How civilized and cultured elves were supposed to be. There was never any tale of an elven civil war. The certainly had chosen to omit that from all the tales. She looked into the mans eyes, what were once deep pools of blue that communicated the man’s infinite caring and wisdom were now blank. With a gentle touch she slid each one closed. A single tear ran down her cheek as she turned to the twenty-four nobles in the great hall. They had all come to bid a farewell to their great king and to hail the coming of their new Queen. Both queen Islazandí and king Erevan had now been lost in the elven uprising. It had lasted only days but it had claimed many.
The nobles all hang their heads as a moment of silence swept the hall. Many moments later one noble stepped forward. Arwen Illsesere, a dear friend of the king placed a hand on Iruvel’s shoulder. “You our queen now,” he said in a gentle voice. “Come, we must get you ready for your fathers funeral and then we must present the people with their new queen.” She nodded as she was escorted back to the palace.
Ellesméra was a deceiving city. It was a city in a forest. Little had changed in thousands of years other than the elves ability to build more magnificent things. They had long since discovered the secrets of the universe, space exploration, advanced communications, and weaponry that was something to behold. And yet, they all knew that with great knowledge comes great responsibility. It was decided it was their responsibility to stay traditional, to sing to the forest during the festivals, to care for all that lived within it. So, as Iruvel arrived at an all wooden palace that fell far short of architectural achievements met elsewhere she knew there was at least something good left in this forsaken world.
That night the elves voices rang through the forest with a harmony and melancholy that rang in every note. The king’s body was buried beneath a great tree. A tree that carried with it many myths and a deep meaning to every elf within the great forest. There was a feast in the kings name, stories were told, performances were put on, and they danced by firelight. On the last day of the ceremony each elf gathered around the great tree and presented their king with a gift. Something that held a great meaning to each individual. It was a great sacrifice for a great man.
At long last the ceremonies were coming to a close, but before all the elves returned to their dwellings they traveled to the great hall to see their new queen. They were ushered in to the massive hall whose walls and ceiling were made of closely spaced and overgrown trees. The nobles sat before of all the people and in front of them stood Iruvel in a magnificent flowing gown. She smiled as the gathered mass held their breath as she began to speak. “My friends. This is a sad time. Our king has passed and we have witnessed atrocities that have sickened me. But this is a new day and it is time for a fresh start. I hope to lead Tal Dagore on to greatness. I will strive fore peace and prosperity. I will reopen our borders that have been long since closed. We have been secluded, without contact for centuries. This period is over. We shall share our culture, our magnificent achievements, our beautiful forest, with all wanderers who wish to seek refuge, who wish to learn our ways, or simply those who wish to see the utopia that has long eluded them. It is time to move upward and onward to greatness and I am humbled to be the one who will take you there.”
Her words were met with a great applause as Arwen stepped forth to present here with the crown. “Iruvel Illesere Thilantira Boromeve Ehlonna Celedil, I place this crown upon your head, and with it comes a great responsibility to your people and your world. Are you prepared to accept it.”
“Yes,” was her simply reply, and with that the crown was placed upon her head followed by Arwen clapping his hands which was followed by thousands of flowers falling from the sky, showering the crowd who applauded with an intensity that one can only imagine.
That night Iruvel wrote an address to the world.
To the people of this world and others:
For hundreds of years the great forest of Tal Dagore has been inaccessible to any mortal. We elves have dwelt within its borders since time began. Now, as a new era is ushered in we look to welcome it with open arms. Our barriers are being lifted and we are prepared to welcome visitors to our great capital city of Ellesméra to behold the likes of which you will not see anywhere else in the world. We look to find friendly faces among the masses that inhabit our universe and to share our traditional customs and to learn of your own customs. We look to share our fine art and craftsmanship with you as you share your own wonders with us.
As I write this message I am only now assuming the role as queen of my people and have many promises I wish to uphold. I have promised peace and prosperity the only way I know how. I will be looking to establish strong international and diplomatic ties as well as open economic opportunities. To accomplish this I ask that all willing to meet with me respond to my call and come to our great forest at your leisure where we will house and feed you for as long as you wish to stay and immerse yourself in our rich culture.
Queen Iruvel Illesere Thilantira Boromeve Ehlonna Celedil
Queen of Tal Dagore
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The nobles all hang their heads as a moment of silence swept the hall. Many moments later one noble stepped forward. Arwen Illsesere, a dear friend of the king placed a hand on Iruvel’s shoulder. “You our queen now,” he said in a gentle voice. “Come, we must get you ready for your fathers funeral and then we must present the people with their new queen.” She nodded as she was escorted back to the palace.
Ellesméra was a deceiving city. It was a city in a forest. Little had changed in thousands of years other than the elves ability to build more magnificent things. They had long since discovered the secrets of the universe, space exploration, advanced communications, and weaponry that was something to behold. And yet, they all knew that with great knowledge comes great responsibility. It was decided it was their responsibility to stay traditional, to sing to the forest during the festivals, to care for all that lived within it. So, as Iruvel arrived at an all wooden palace that fell far short of architectural achievements met elsewhere she knew there was at least something good left in this forsaken world.
That night the elves voices rang through the forest with a harmony and melancholy that rang in every note. The king’s body was buried beneath a great tree. A tree that carried with it many myths and a deep meaning to every elf within the great forest. There was a feast in the kings name, stories were told, performances were put on, and they danced by firelight. On the last day of the ceremony each elf gathered around the great tree and presented their king with a gift. Something that held a great meaning to each individual. It was a great sacrifice for a great man.
At long last the ceremonies were coming to a close, but before all the elves returned to their dwellings they traveled to the great hall to see their new queen. They were ushered in to the massive hall whose walls and ceiling were made of closely spaced and overgrown trees. The nobles sat before of all the people and in front of them stood Iruvel in a magnificent flowing gown. She smiled as the gathered mass held their breath as she began to speak. “My friends. This is a sad time. Our king has passed and we have witnessed atrocities that have sickened me. But this is a new day and it is time for a fresh start. I hope to lead Tal Dagore on to greatness. I will strive fore peace and prosperity. I will reopen our borders that have been long since closed. We have been secluded, without contact for centuries. This period is over. We shall share our culture, our magnificent achievements, our beautiful forest, with all wanderers who wish to seek refuge, who wish to learn our ways, or simply those who wish to see the utopia that has long eluded them. It is time to move upward and onward to greatness and I am humbled to be the one who will take you there.”
Her words were met with a great applause as Arwen stepped forth to present here with the crown. “Iruvel Illesere Thilantira Boromeve Ehlonna Celedil, I place this crown upon your head, and with it comes a great responsibility to your people and your world. Are you prepared to accept it.”
“Yes,” was her simply reply, and with that the crown was placed upon her head followed by Arwen clapping his hands which was followed by thousands of flowers falling from the sky, showering the crowd who applauded with an intensity that one can only imagine.
That night Iruvel wrote an address to the world.
To the people of this world and others:
For hundreds of years the great forest of Tal Dagore has been inaccessible to any mortal. We elves have dwelt within its borders since time began. Now, as a new era is ushered in we look to welcome it with open arms. Our barriers are being lifted and we are prepared to welcome visitors to our great capital city of Ellesméra to behold the likes of which you will not see anywhere else in the world. We look to find friendly faces among the masses that inhabit our universe and to share our traditional customs and to learn of your own customs. We look to share our fine art and craftsmanship with you as you share your own wonders with us.
As I write this message I am only now assuming the role as queen of my people and have many promises I wish to uphold. I have promised peace and prosperity the only way I know how. I will be looking to establish strong international and diplomatic ties as well as open economic opportunities. To accomplish this I ask that all willing to meet with me respond to my call and come to our great forest at your leisure where we will house and feed you for as long as you wish to stay and immerse yourself in our rich culture.
Queen Iruvel Illesere Thilantira Boromeve Ehlonna Celedil
Queen of Tal Dagore
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