-~ The Declaration For Reformation ~-

[GloryorSolitude 94]

"One would complain about the inability of the Sentinels - though I must agree with the fact - but one also proposes that the High Council directs pay towards farmers. This leads to a conflict. One should truly consider and balance their proposals, and more importantly, how they plan to do it, before sending them out without preparation to the public. Great theories, yet no backing to it whatsoever."
 

[Fid 566]

Eleron strides among the people, arms folded behind his back. Upon his head is the Crown of Malinor, its living nature evident and beautiful to behold, and his eyes burn with their usual intensity. Ascending a hillock, he gazes at the dissenters with a calm smile.

 

“Greetings.” he says, regarding each in turn. “I think is about time I addressed these qualms, and others which are no doubt bothering you.” The elf-lord clears his throat.

 

“The world, brothers and sisters, is not as it once was... and when the world changes, the wise inevitably change with it. There is a foreshadowed change in Malinor... those of us attuned to such political shifts have sensed its coming for a long time. I know the heart of this nation. I feel its rhythms and tendencies as well as any elf. Malinor is angry. Malinor is hurt. Malinor is disjointed and chaotic.”

 

“Elves shout abuse at the Council and the Lumi’drin, their minds hardened with perceived injustice and lies... and perhaps some of these complaints are firmly rooted in truth. I have served upon the Council for a long time, I know the minds of those who serve beside me. Even before I became Prince, I saw in their hearts a true desire, not for power, but the betterment of their beloved nation.”

 

“I do not seek to absolve the High Council, Elves of Malinor. There is no doubt whatsoever that we have mis-stepped on more than one occasion, acting by the will of our hearts rather than that of our minds.”

 

“And yet… I would not blame the High Council for this disease of complacency, this catatonia, as Master Sertorius eloquently put it.  If you seek the true source of this plague, you need only cast your gaze about you. Your friends, your rivals, your acquainted workmates… the Elvish Nation is not made or broken by the High Council… it is made and broken by the people who call it their home. We are all sons and daughters of Malin, and the blame, if we must descend to pointing fingers, falls upon each and every one of us.”

 

“An organism with no corpus is as useless as one with no head. We are separate, the Council and the People… and that, if anything, is the root cause of our problems.”

 

The elf pauses, gazing at the crowd with a confident expression.

 

“There is a new High Prince of Malinor, and he is neither blind nor deaf… nor, for that matter, stupid. I know of the rifts between our people, and I can guarantee that my days as High Prince shall be spent in conversation, not with my Council-mates, but with you. There are good, wise, and brave men in Malinor who wish to better it from outside the Council…” his gaze drifts, seeking to find Sertorius, Mythras, and others in the crowd.

 

“...and to you I say, join me. Let us cross this wide division that separates us, let us reach out to one another with hands of peace and brotherhood… and let us together rebuild this nation, for it deserves far, far better than it has had.”

[Rig 17591]

Eleron strides among the people, arms folded behind his back. Upon his head is the Crown of Malinor, its living nature evident and beautiful to behold, and his eyes burn with their usual intensity. Ascending a hillock, he gazes at the dissenters with a calm smile.

 

“Greetings.” he says, regarding each in turn. “I think is about time I addressed these qualms, and others which are no doubt bothering you.” The elf-lord clears his throat.

 

“The world, brothers and sisters, is not as it once was... and when the world changes, the wise inevitably change with it. There is a foreshadowed change in Malinor... those of us attuned to such political shifts have sensed its coming for a long time. I know the heart of this nation. I feel its rhythms and tendencies as well as any elf. Malinor is angry. Malinor is hurt. Malinor is disjointed and chaotic.”

 

“Elves shout abuse at the Council and the Lumi’drin, their minds hardened with perceived injustice and lies... and perhaps some of these complaints are firmly rooted in truth. I have served upon the Council for a long time, I know the minds of those who serve beside me. Even before I became Prince, I saw in their hearts a true desire, not for power, but the betterment of their beloved nation.”

 

“I do not seek to absolve the High Council, Elves of Malinor. There is no doubt whatsoever that we have mis-stepped on more than one occasion, acting by the will of our hearts rather than that of our minds.”

 

“And yet… I would not blame the High Council for this disease of complacency, this catatonia, as Master Sertorius eloquently put it.  If you seek the true source of this plague, you need only cast your gaze about you. Your friends, your rivals, your acquainted workmates… the Elvish Nation is not made or broken by the High Council… it is made and broken by the people who call it their home. We are all sons and daughters of Malin, and the blame, if we must descend to pointing fingers, falls upon each and every one of us.”

 

“An organism with no corpus is as useless as one with no head. We are separate, the Council and the People… and that, if anything, is the root cause of our problems.”

 

The elf pauses, gazing at the crowd with a confident expression.

 

“There is a new High Prince of Malinor, and he is neither blind nor deaf… nor, for that matter, stupid. I know of the rifts between our people, and I can guarantee that my days as High Prince shall be spent in conversation, not with my Council-mates, but with you. There are good, wise, and brave men in Malinor who wish to better it from outside the Council…” his gaze drifts, seeking to find Sertorius, Mythras, and others in the crowd.

 

“...and to you I say, join me. Let us cross this wide division that separates us, let us reach out to one another with hands of peace and brotherhood… and let us together rebuild this nation, for it deserves far, far better than it has had.”

Mythras nods, "I concur, cousin, if you take what we all say into effect, then, you'd be the first to do so."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.