Steadfast Silver

[Supremacy 3361]

 

While other elves struggle to survive, while humans clash and dwarves grow old in their mines, while the uruk barbarically smash steel upon stone, Haelun'or endures.

 

The home of the Children of Silver weathers storms and seas. It does not erode, it does not erase, for silver endures.

Return to Silver, mali'aheral.

 

maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.

[osumanduas 1442]

[Parading 302]

Meanwhile elves and other citizens of Solum rest peacefully within their domicile, relatively unaware of global issues.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus exhales slowly, letting his mind slip off once again to the Void, leaving reality behind... but suddenly is interrupted with a wave nostalgia and melancholy enveloping him. He stumbles forward, and clutches his chest with his right hand, feeling an odd emptiness there. How long had he been away from people he could trust, with whom he had been familiar?

 

Ages, it seemed, he had been away from any member of his kin- yet would any recognize him as theirs? The feeling continues to linger in his chest, throbbing dully. A desire sweeps up from this melancholic feeling, a longing to be home... but where was home?

 

"I must try" he resolves "to become a citizen of the Silver City." He exhales again, trying to relinquish his reality back to the Void.

 

"I must go to Haelun'or."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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