{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

Comments

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[disasdeer]

I've never heard of Elves before. So you're some long-lived species?

[ the name makes sense now ]

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[tauraran]

We are a race created by Eru himself. Unless we are felled in battle or with weapons in some other manner, we will not die.

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[disasdeer]

Ah. That's interesting. We don't have anything like that where I'm from.

Still, over 2000 years is a lot of years to live and learn and do fine.

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[tauraran]

What a shame. Such a race is meant to teach and guide.

In you estimation. In mine, that isn't much.

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[disasdeer]

That's hilarious.