Tales of an Elf - Prologue
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It was not a large battle. Just a minor army of orcs and other beasts trying to bring down our beautiful home. But, of course, we must start at the beginning.
I grew up in Rivendell, raised by my mother, Kiraley. My father, Rondor, was killed in battle. I also had a brother, Baird, who was older than me by three summers. He was also killed, but at a young age. He was only thirty-four, and, as you should know, Elves are meant to live forever. We had a hound, named Beowulf. He was such a lovable friend.
Thankfully, my mother is still alive. She was almost killed once- during the War of the Ring. She rushed off after Beowulf, who had chased a creature of some kind towards the mountains. An orc attacked her- but she killed it. Unfortunately, we never found Beowulf. We believe he was killed by a warg.
I am now 2,084 years of age, and I have had many adventures of my own. I miss my lost love ones terribly- but I know they would not have wanted me to die of grief. So I struggled to stay alive through my depressing years.
After a while, I decided to become a warrior. But Elrond and my mother refused to let me go off into battle. All because I am not a man. They would only teach me a few skills, such as archery and sword-fighting.
But, one day, like the great heroine, Eowyn, I had become fed up with this unfair situation. So I disguised myself as a man- and I fought in a small war against an army of orcs. But I've saved that tale for the last chapter.
In many of my chapters, you will hear about an Elf named Roark. I grew up with him, and I could not make up my mind: Did I like him more than a friend, or not? It was a hard decision- but you will know in the end how that went.
We will also cover my personal training sessions with Elrond. Yes, he taught me how to battle. I learned a few other tips from Roark as we discussed these lessons together.
Even though I do not want to, I will also write about the more depressing stages of my life: What I thought about when my loved ones passed on, when we couldn't find Beowulf, and who lifted my spirits when I thought there was no point in living anymore.
There are many interesting tales in this book, if I do say so myself. They are tales of romance, adventure, depression, and friendships that you never want to end. I hope you enjoy them.