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An Elervathar Contribution to the Silver State


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An Elervathar Contribution

To the Silver State of Haelun’or

 

 7th of The First Seed, Year 55 of the Second Age

 


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“Another sun onto Haelun’or…” Elesia Elervathar had bound herself to old tradition, a tall glass of wine held at the tip of her fingers, swirling the crimson liquid around it anxiously. Her mind wandered between the table and the door behind her, unable to conceal each twitch or tremble. Alcohol couldn’t ease her thoughts, the chatter from the Citadel bringing her great discomfort. 

 

“We return to the Silver State.” Her retort eager, aimed to convince herself more than others. There was a moment of mute thought, as she attempted to regain the wisdom of her grandfather Iatrilemar Elervathar, the confidence of her mother Iaria and the fervor of her father Dimaethor Elervathar. A promised successor, alone.

 

“ — And for centuries, the Elervathar talonnii have reigned superior as bastions of knowledge and progress for the Citadel and its children. On this morning, to commemorate the return of an incredible lineage, the Elervathar grant Haelun’or ancient relics from centuries past. We, children of Larihei, do not adhere to the lessers’ sword and shield...” Elesia had embarked on maddened ramblings, as though all the unanswered questions of the past within her mind ached — the Elervathar carried nostalgic demeanour as often as she carried her mother’s habitual arrogance, ocean-blue orbs squinted at the sunrise that beamed onto her with radiant warmth. 

 

“As the sun rises above the Silver State once again, it is clear to me that an impressive fate or destiny perpetually awaits us, and we have reached a turning point for progression and health within the walls of our Citadel. We are not meant to live idly, we are not meant to settle and to live in peace, at least in our current state.” Other dreaded recollections appear and fade, not for the first time. As she wandered the depths of her own meddled thoughts, she harboured hopeful ideals centuries-old.

 

“Long have the children of Larihei become accustomed to fear, daring not venture past the conventional truth of our mortal realm. And now, we refuse to settle within hollow actions or unavailing projections of what is pure. We welcome a new era of progress, education and health.” Elesia granted the room a final digestive observation, soft countenance creased into a weak grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. Another call, to the cat that followed her. “Come along. We’ve quite the trip.”


“ — And so, the Elervathar return to Haelun’or with an incomparable donation of five-thousand minae, incalculable relics of forgotten times and knowledge from all continents and realms, tomes and parchments centuries old. Ay'Haelun'or.”

 

MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

 

The Blessed Child,

Elesia Elervathar

 

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"Ay'Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, Ay'Haelun'or, Ay'Elervathar!" - exclaimed the elfess.

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“I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting an Elervathar myself, however I have heard they obtained quite the arsenal for making an entrance.” The An’asul would smile as the news reached her ears “A true servant of Larihei, the Elervathar talonnii. I now understand what Idendril meant, Ay’Maheral” She would conclude, the elfess shoving cloudberry cake down her throat while hugging a bottle of white wine

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A rather generous recovery of the antiquities of Elfkind. Minuvas would wonder who these folks were from his desk, scratching at his chin. 

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"The Elervathar daughter is returned to elCihi." spoke an elf known by the name Fi'inde, peering over the writings after they were handed to him by another. "A fine accomplishment-!" he'd direct to the elf next to him, a smile formed along pale lips offered over in gratitude. In careful murmur beneath his breath, he'd continue as he handed back the pages, a wandering gaze about the room. "Masulian indeed.. quite the merited Mali, especially with all this.."

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