Lore for the purest of the Wood Elves and only the chosen ones to know.
IG name: Swifty_Digger
IC name: (Soon will be) Aikanáro Lúthien
Type of Lore: A special order for tree speakers.
Lore:
Elkithan spoke from his tree within Elandriel "All Wood Elves of Elandriel!I have found the secret to the nature of our lands!Speaking to the nature itself!" he whispers under his breath "The trees" all the people on the forest floor stare at Elkithan with a confused look on there faces, "I have learnt for many years in secrecy the pure Elven language!I have been studying inside my home and have come to the conclusion on how to speak to our homes! The trees!" Elkithan shouted, all the Elves stared at him thinking about what he had just said, one yelled out "You sir are crazy!" Elkithan frowns in displeasure and walks back into his humble tree.
Papers of Elven writing are neatly tucked away into the bookshelves of his room, Elkithan whispers to the trunk "Leyu'llir, Ame'ito narne." ((Graceful friend, I walk within this forest.)) *The trees branches shake and the wind whistles through them causing a very quite word to be heard* "Laureh'llir" ((Noble friend)) Elkithan hears the tree respond to him and says in Elven "I shall serve the forest in its time of need unlike the druids who abandoned us."
*Rain begins to fall, sinking into the leaves, feeding my tree "Thill"* The other trees in Elandriel blow in the wind, all the citizens take shelter as I stand in the town centre and let the rain drip down my face while enjoying nature feeding and growing the life around me. I stumble over a fallen branch and mutter "Nature falling apart again...probably those dam travelers who don't care for what we live in."
3 years later.
Elkithan was killed by a dagger through his spine, he had one son which he named Aikanáro, he had been taught the way of nature from his father and was gifted his tree Thill, Aikanáro has sworn to prtect the forests of Elandriel by teaching his fellow Wood Elves how to speak to trees and how to care for nature, he named this group the Laurir'ame ((Name may change)) and has begun his journey to growning the Wood Elven tree of Namridia.
This is Lore that I want accepted for my next character I may be making, it is a special group of Tree speakers who contact nature and assist nature to flourish and grow. (These will be in no way like the druids.Please no flaming or inappropriate comments, thank you))