Restore Malinor

[Goldrim 1422]

 

A Wood Elf sits at his desk, gently tapping his quill into the abyss colored ink as he scribbles like mad on a pieces of paper, his fingers grow weary and it is more that noticeable by his handwriting, the parchments are hung around the Cloud Temple of the Fringe and Haelun’or, it reads the following.

 

"My dear kin, we are scattered all over the Fringe, there is no place for a common Elf to call home anymore, once tall trees stood proud and strong, our homes protected by Wardens which wouldn’t shy away from an oncoming threat, we were once a prestigious race, but that was in the olden days."

 

A single tree is drawn under the text, with the single phrase below “Restore Malinor.”, the posters remain unsigned, only fingerprints are scattered around the parchments due to the sloppy handwriting.

 

He then mutters to himself, shaking his head wearily. "If they keep telling themselves a united Elven nation isn't possible, then it surely won't happen, but one can always hope."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Come live in lin'ame if you want a home among elves."

[Lego XBOX 915]

Goroth shakes his head at the text.

 

​"Restoring Malinor is just like restoring a target for the hate of this world."

 

​The dark elf strolls off back to Tahn'siol to the dark elf 'district'.

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

Proyce, generally put off by the flier decides to consult several historical texts. After briefly researching the topic of Malinor for the umpteenth time, he looks up from his text, reaffirmed in his opinions.
"This is a bad idea." He says, snapping the book shut.
The next day he would return to the flier with a well of red ink, and a quill.
He leans over the flier, and traces a large red 'X' on the top left-hand corner of the parchment.

[Bircalin 332]

Bircalin sits at the comfortable tavern in Lin'ame, a sheet of paper splayed over the bar as he puts quill-to-parchment.

"This is being written from the very home of the Mali'ame kin, and arguably the joint home of all Mali. Lin'ame is located quite literally beside Healun'or, you can find solace there."

[Malaise 1570]

Anonymous elfski says,

 

"This has been said hundreds of times. This has been done under a newer, less hated name. Go live with the Wood Elves, High Elves, or Dark Elves."

[Timayameyameha 18]

A Druid would come across one of the hanging parchments scattered in Haelun'or. Despite the obvious penmanship of the fatigued author Delfyr manages to make out the paragraph.

Standing still in thought, his luminescent eyes glow even more intense as he ponders the idea written on the parchment. He walks away reminiscing the olden days with a smile....  

[Cat Evocation 3728]

"Elvish settlements still exists? Haven't seen any around. Huh."

[VonEbs 1224]

Let the young make their own mistakes. Malinor does not belong in this world, and this world does not deserve Malinor.

[Samoblivion 532]

A middle aged dark elf man looks up from his dice game to respond with a cursive note in cyan ink.

 

"Malinor is gone, sadly. Like all flowers it had its time of beauty and glory but it withered. It's seeds landed in the blood fertilised soil of the world and sprouted the towns and states we know today. While Malinor is gone, the dream of a Mali'nor is not."

[PtahWithin 1320]

Asthil Haumel peers at the poster, plastered upon the gates of Lin'ame. He reads it, and his lips contort. His stoicism drops, and the wood elf lets out a chuckle. And a second one, a third, until his laughter echoes through the settlement. Some turn to see: is the Bronze Elf, the Restrained himself, laughing?

 

He turns swiftly from the poster, facing those who listen. "So they linger! Yes, the old glory, the old fall, the old madness. I can see them even now." More elves gather, perturbed at the unusual sight of the stoic Annilir expressing himself so openly. "I give my blessing to them! Their bravery is admirable, and one wonders where it was when the cancer of Malinor spread and ate its own people. We did nothing as the deranged grew in number. We are all cowards. We are all guilty. Strength, prestige? Sinners do not deserve these. The cursed do not deserve these. Regretful murderers cannot bring back the dead. And so they will fail. And my blessings are worthless for I have only curses within me.

 

"This is the torment of elvenkind. Know your sins. Give penance for them, for you cannot undo them."

[Samler 1565]

Meanwhile as Haumel is laughing, is a hooded and masked elf watching high above from the gate of Tahn'siol, the golden mask which symbolises a sorrowfull elf stares down in silence at the noisy elf, he hears most of it only to make his way back further into the city.

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur shakes his head and clicks his tongue in a show of distaste as he regards the poster.

 

"Malinor died long ago. As the last of its Lumi'drim, even I do not wish to see its return. Digging an old grave will only yield a rotten corpse."

[Pureimp10 5691]

Elrohan read the poster and at the words "Restore Malinor", he walks away.

 

"Malinor does not need to rise again. The small city-states we have are good enough."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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