A Speech To The Elven People

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

((Please be aware that if you are not usually in Malinor you would not be apart of this.))

 

 

((Play with this playing for epicness. And read steadily and do not rush.))

 

 

Walking the streets of Malinor you notice a large noisy crowd at the front square. You walk over to investigate and notice a man standing on top of a local wagon. Some of his followers stand next to him on the ground. The man is a dark elf. He wears finely tailored clothing.

 

*The crowd goes silent as the man addresses the people. He speaks in a calm and steady tone.*

 

 

"Just as we sit here today,

Every waking minute.

We swiftly shut the elven race in itself.

The barriers are slowly rising,

As us elves are isolating ourselves from the world.

Malinor has become plagued with instability in the time of which we need it the most. The ashes will soon follow the marching of troops on our land. Dozens of men; women; and children, all victims of what the coming months will bring. The intelligence of our race has made us ignorant and arrogant to our abilities.

We think too much and feel too little.

We do not believe in one another. Our races stand alone.

We discriminate against each other.

We should be living by each others happiness. Not by hate and misery.

We should be looking to help one another instead of trying to despise one another.

The lands offer room for all men not just one kind of men.

Our way of life is threatened by these invaders. We must not loiter our land while the other nations come to pillage us.

These men are brutes. Controlled by hate, a passion that drives them further into our lands.

 

*The calm tone of his voice begins to get louder until it is in a more charismatic and more suspense filled tone*

 

Elves don’t give yourselves to these men!

Men who enslave you, abhor you! Who control your lives!

Telling us what we can and cannot do! Too long has our race been oppressed by these men!

These men with hearts of steel! They do not feel for anyone or anything!

They only care about their own succession!
 

Do not let them take over our lives and exterminate our people!

Too long have we relied on our superiors who have been unfit to lead us!

We have created chaos and hate!

We are elves, we are better than this!

You the people have the power to determine your own destiny!

You the people can determine the path of our race!

Our race that is facing extermination!

Not Mali’aheral or Mali’ker or Mali’ame, but Mali!

Us the elven people we have the power to lead our people to glory!"

 

*The man finishes his speech as the crowd roars with excitement. He raises his hand up to the people before stepping down from the wagon.*

 

The man departs into the city with his followers. Whispers of the man's name, Ferahar, are heard throughout Malinor throughout that rest of the day.

 

 

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

(( I'm not a fan of Elfie stuff, but that was pretty damn epic. Music is appropriate and has perfect timing. Kudos.))

[Watty_Banker 172]

*Connor Adelardi stays close to Ferahar almost protecting him from danger. Inspired by the Elf who he has known for so long*

[Lord_Sauron_ 43]

Vanir opens his mouth, about to speak a response, and then reconsiders.

"I'll say my piece when the time comes to decide, rather than just now," he says to those who noticed him hesitate.

[TheNander 241]

((Nice speech, Charlie Chaplin.))

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

((Nice speech, Charlie Chaplin.))

((Lol it was heavily inspired by him yes))

 

(( I'm not a fan of Elfie stuff, but that was pretty damn epic. Music is appropriate and has perfect timing. Kudos.))

((Thanks Jullius))

[Samoblivion 532]

Kaelin leans against a tree listening to this. He smiles sadly.

 

"Would that all of our kind had such spirit... Hope is never too far away."

 

((I have to say that Charlie Chaplain's speech from The Great Dictator is one of my favourite speeches of all time. You've done a man's job, sir; hats off to you for a wonderful adaptation. ))

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Kaelin leans against a tree listening to this. He smiles sadly.

 

"Would that all of our kind had such spirit... Hope is never too far away."

 

((I have to say that Charlie Chaplain's speech from The Great Dictator is one of my favourite speeches of all time. You've done a man's job, sir; hats off to you for a wonderful adaptation. ))

((Thanks really appreciate it. Expect more speechs and literary works as my character is kind of a scribe.))

[Lord_Sauron_ 43]

Vanir stirs again, this time deciding to speak - but not in his usual offensive-defensive manner.

"I agree with what was said here... but we cannot drive these people from our home if they were to choose to come. Not now, anyways. We have no choice but to meet their demands until a united, in spirit if not body, Mali people stand tall. This is why I cast my support with Azel. I see it a welcome change, what he proposes...

But, more importantly, I see salvation from obliteration...

Is that not what we all desire?"

Vanir bows his head as he falls silent, unusually subdued.

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

*Ferahar's voice is heard from the forest as he departs*

 

"Salvation is within the hearts of our people.

We are the change Malinor needs.

Obliteration would just leave the city in ruins and weaken our people."

[Lord_Sauron_ 43]

Vanir shakes his head, sadly.

"Inspiration with no direction. Poetic tongues do naught to resolve the issue. Though, you may be right... for the people will be in control soon enough," he says to no one in particular.

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

*His voice is heard once more*

"This poet's tongue knows of what is to come."

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Wolf Druid Ouity hears the speach, and his old, wizened face crinkles into a grin. "Perhaps all is not lost." He thinks to himself.

 

Ouity walks over, limping heavily, and leaning on his old, gnarled staff. He moves to the place the Dark Elf had held just moments before, and nods in respect to his back before speaking a few words, hoping the stranger can hear them.

 

"Elves... once a term of laughter, of revelation, of reverance and decency. Long ago, the Elves of old gathered under High Prince Native in joyous celebreation, jubelee and peace reigned among the peoples of Malinor."

 

Ouity looks at the crowd sadly, his ancient eyes full of sorrow as he gazes around at this new people, the not-quite elves he had become accustomed to. The warriors, the plotters, the power hungry, and the fools gathered below his gaze, though he saw others, whose faces hinted at the old ways. Men and woman alike with hair braided with flowers, who opted for loose vests instead of chainmal, and whose faces were well worn with faint laughter wrinkles.

 

"You... have lost your way, Elves. You took on leaders who sought war, and backroom deals. You took leaders who elevated themselves above the Princes of the council, above all Elfolk, and above any mortal man. They saw themselves above the people and thought it well, beginning the destruction of your race...

 

There was once a council. They lived among the people as easily as I live beside ye now in the Druids' Grove. They talked, and smiled with their friends, and made merry within Malinor. When money came to issue, they saw that Malinor recieved its due funds. When war broke the dam of peace they toiled so hard to build, they rallied the people! And what an army! The elves, so fierce in their celebration were so fierce in battle! None dared breach Laruilen's walls, for the alien nature of the woods caused for even the bravest warrior's heart to falter, and his feet to stumble!"

 

"Look at you now, you cheats, you decievers, you war trodden fools! You create problems for yourselves that no elves ever had before, you alienate yourselves with Mali this, and Mali that, raising yourselves above the other races, unduely, I may add. Ye elves, who once lived in harmony with the natural world readily now seek to pillage this virgin land, to destroy, to conquor nature! I say no! Live among the forest's lfie in peace, seek to nurture and protect, not to harm. Here among you stands a darkling, often renowned as a decietful people, of cunning and trechary, even among the old Elves, and yet he knows better than any of you what it means to be an Elf!"

 

The old Druid steps back a pace, surveying the scene with a strict eye. He glances back towards the retreating elf, his eyes holding curiosity.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

If pretty words were what was needed for the mali to thrive, we would rule all of Anthos. How does this speaker to the masses acr in times of action?

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

If pretty words were what was needed for the mali to thrive, we would rule all of Anthos. How does this speaker to the masses acr in times of action?

Ouity glances over at the stranger, his face dropping into a dissapointed frown.

 

"These are no pretty words, boy. The only way for your race to thrive is for each of you, every last elf, to clean up your act. You have a long way to go, an attitude like that."

 

Ouity huffs in frustration, slowly lowering himself from the cart, his old legs wobbling a bit. Once he hits the ground, he slowly begins to limp off, his rough face set in lines.