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Ah, elven tongue is prospering it seems. Good! I've seen many worlds since the foundations of this work, but I still come here now and then to look and feel myself content.

OOC: The tremendous job you've done here my friends (special bow to Sporadic and his bretheren) is astonishing! I was somewhat pessimistic about future of elvish language when I had to depart from Aegis, but I clearly see that it lives. Thank you for nurturing it and keeping it alive!

I am glad you are willing to help, and I will contact you once we need the help, friend. ((This language has nothing to do with Tolkien or his elves. This is elven language under development by me and 2 my colleagues specially for elven of Aegis)) I am glad you are eager to know everything, a noble goal indeed. And I'll be sure to contact you once I have something to propose. Best regards, lliran.

I thank you, friends. That was a great honor to me as I said. I appreciate you support.

I think it'll be best if you tell me your place, I am wandering all the time. Though I have a small estate at Laurelin south, not far away from market.

Truly amazing story, my friend. That actually could be the same language which is being revealed word by word these days. And you're welcome to work along with us.

Well, I'm hard at work at the moment sorting and adapting all that ancient texts to present to people of Aegis. I'm sure this'll not only help me recover elven tongue but will shed some light on human-elven historical relations, and that after-exodus period of elven history, which was lost to us almost completely. But still, my heart longs for adventures, ancient ruins and artifacts and I'll let myself free as soon as it will be possible.

As I stated before, I'm working on adaptation of ancient manuscripts, found in tomb at south land far away. Following are writings of Johnas of Wingskeep, who was the librarian of human keep in times of Elven exodus from Evaral. I will publish them here from now on.

As I stated before, I'm working on adaptation of ancient manuscripts, found in tomb at south land far away. Following are writings of Johnas of Wingskeep, who was the librarian of human keep in times of Elven exodus from Evaral. I will publish them here from now on.

Fully agree with you, llir Enadael. That's logical conclusion.

Well, good decision to keep elven people together. But where? On the street? There's not many elfs capable of starting a new protected settlement. But there are many who needs a home. His Highness really should consider large numbers of elfs fresh-from-temple, who has nowhere to go and create a new houses for them in Laurelin as soon as possible (Ravenhold doesn't count at all because there's no elf who has 10000 minas minimum in first several months/years of existence). I'd love to live in Forest City myself but I never had any chance to buy a plot or a house there. So yes, all newborn elves are miserable and homeless, until they just stray out to human colonies in the north or try to make their living in the wilds, attacked daily by monsters and thugs. I myself, had to hire as a guard in Winterfell to make my living, and I was astonished to see two more elfs there (one of them came there exactly to find any home). So it is a problem that noone wants to see, elfs drift away from motherland of Malinor, because motherland doesn't have a place for them.

Good. I'll be sure to find you. ((Hope your forum name = mc name)).

Well, I see we elves became very supportive and kind last centuries. Thank you for bringing me back to ground. And still, if there's any elf who wishes to help me in this titanical work, I'm open for dialogue. Ayla karinah, lliran.

Greetings, graceful of the forest. Following is the story of my journey and greatest finding in my life. I'm explorer Aerin Lissar. Well, at least I was an explorer till recent time. In my journeys I saw many great things, but my goal always was to find any remainings of ancient elven culture. Through my experiences I gathered pieces and scratches of information about geographical origins of elven race. And in the end I was almost certain that the answer lies somewhere in southern mystic lands. Of course "almost certain" shouldn't be an excuse for a dangerous one-elf journey, but I couldn't sleep, I couldn't cut my thoughts about the prize, the sacred knowledge. So I packed my bag and went south. I walked whenever I could and used my boat as a shelter from night's dangers and vehicle in case of long water passages (exactly in this order of priority). I was walking through incredible landscapes, breathtaking and beautiful. And then came one night when stars stopped to shine, I was standing on a tiny piece of ground atop of sky-high mountain, surrounded by primeval darkness and I was almost certain that my "almost certain" wasn't the best excuse to be there. By morning the only thing I wanted was to turn back home. But my fate or will of forest made it another way. Trying to find my way down the moutain in strange fog I slipped on wet ground and rolled and fell into deep hole. Trying to keep myself together I got back on my feet and realized that there's no way back up, the cave is too deep. So I had to go deeper with dim hope of finding an exit. But I found the ultimate prize, the goal of my life there, at piece of rock amidst deadly lava. How could these manuscripts survive surrounded by fire is still a mystery to me. But I managed to reach them and felt that my life as an explorer maybe ended that moment. These papers are multiple documents, correspondence and other texts written in common language (which was human language at ancient times) and translated into elven, the ancient language of all elfs. These are the Seeds of elven tongue, preserved by time itself to be found and planted. Seeds of our language. So I found my way out of that dungeon, and I found my new purpose. I'm starting to categorise and process all these manuscripts to bring our language as huge part of elven culture back to life. And as it was said maybe hundred of thousands of years ago last time: "ame kaean'leh evareh, leyu'mali" - "may the forest preserve us, graceful elven". Aerin Lissar.