Children Of Silver; Heed This Call

[Supremacy 3361]

Birch boxes have appeared on the door steps of many elves in Leumaelin. The boxes are closed with small metal clasps and in the bottom right corner sits a grey painted on silver shape, similar to that of a helix. The light boxes contrast against the darker wood they sit upon.

One who opens a box will find a letter written on what at first glance appears to be clear, crisp and new parchment.

 
High Elves of Leumaelin,

It does not come easy to see such impurity so close to Haelun’or. Indeed, one has observed some who claim to be high elves preaching egalitarian prattle. It is worth noting that the concept of equality between mali is illogical to the highest degree.

Perhaps the falsity of such beliefs and the degree of magnitude which these false beliefs impact our blessed culture and the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya is best explained in parable. In this way those who have not understood the message before may come to understand our venerated culture.

Consider a beautiful home. A home filled with many ornate pieces of furniture and other objects. Clocks of silver, jewelry encrusted with diamonds, the finest chairs which may be found in all of existence, heirlooms of both cultural and in some cases magical qualities, trinkets of unimaginable worth and books of unthinkable wisdom. This home as one may imagine, although it is not particularly large is far superior to all those within the city which it resides with. Indeed, so superior is the home that the rest of the city becomes jealous.

In their jealousy they reason to themselves (quite illogically) that the owner of this home has wronged them and that they deserve what the owner had so carefully cultivated for himself. So they resolve that they must take some of these magnificent objects for themselves. It is then that the villagers take it upon themselves to illegally rip those objects from the blessed home. Despite the valiant effort of the home owner who defends many attempts to take, eventually one is capable of taking from him a small amount of what he had at a time of weakness.

One might ask: What is so wrong with this? Will they not be equally as beautiful as separate parts?

The answer quite simply is no. These new owners; unaccustomed and totally incapable of taking care of such ornate and beautiful pieces of furniture and trinkets slowly permit the objects to dull and lose their original luster. The objects which had once been the center point of the most stunning home in the entire city now lose their shine. As time passes the villagers slowly forget how incredibly they once were, and slowly they forget and the objects are tossed aside. Now broken the home owner who once took care of them finds some of them, and desperately tries to repair and restore them to their previous glory. But alas, it is too late. The damage is already done and the home owner finds that they those he did find are irreparably damaged and although he is capable of restoring some of their beauty, what once was is never to be restored.

Slowly the cycle continues as the villagers realize what the home owner to carefully cultivates in his home and continue to take and destroy. Eventually there is nothing left but the memory of the once beautiful home which slowly, as with all things gives way to the flow of time. The house which once blessed the city with all its luster and glory lost to the foolishness of the entitled villagers who wished for a part of its glory.

This letter, high elves of Leumaelin is written so that you may realize your potential, perhaps cast away the imperfection which you have brought upon yourselves and the culture of your ancestors and return to the glory that is Haelun’or before you too are irrevocably lost as the owners trinkets were.

~ Kalenz Uradir, Sohaer of the Enclave of Haelun'or

[Jistuma 1996]

*Rosso comes back to Mirlene's home in Leumaelin while holding his daughter Miri's hand as he sees the box by the door. Currious and never really caring about privacy, he picks up the box and opens, taking the parchment and reading it. After passing the useless chatter in the middle which he can't understand about, and reaching the end, he sighs, knowing how much his friend Mirlene would like their acceptence. But his eyes keep glued on one of the lines*

perhaps cast away the imperfection which you have brought upon yourselves

*Rosso turns his eyes from the letter to little Miri while she smiles while asking what the letter says. Miri, the daughter of Mirlene, the high elf the letter is suppose to go to, and himself, a Human. He smiles at Miri and picks her up*

"This is the proof that your mother loves you and will never trade you for anything. She will always give away anything to stay with you. But don't worry, she does it because she wants to, as I do it as well." He kisses her cheek "Now, do you want to play monsters?" Miri giggles before doing a cute "Rawr" sound. They enter the room as to await Mirlene, Rosso leaves the box with the letter inside in her table.

[emberhard 82]

* flips the letter over, checking the back for any additional text*
"hhhmmm...reusing old propaganda I see..." he states rather unimpressed, taking one last look before crumbling it up.

[dalia44 (Bacon Goddess) 10]

Dalia opens the small box, carefully reading over the letter. Tears stream down her face.

 

"Never.... Never again. You are so wrong, Kalenz. You never understand!"

 

She flings the box into the river,continuing to shred the letter, dropping the leftover scraps into a bird's nest.

[Moot 1719]

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