Okay, folks. Sometimes I don’t know quite what to write for Mortality, Interrupted so I’ll write something else. I just wrote a chunk for Royal Redemption but I have no idea what to do with it. I like it, but it’s full of narration and I can’t seem to figure out how to convey this information in a way that pulls the reader into the story. Here’s what I’ve got:
Of all the Elven races across the entire face of Chalandris, none are as mysterious or as secretive as the Sylvan elves. While other Elven races might seem to be more ancient or more civilized by human eyes, particularly in their approach to life and learning, all elves are quick to point out this is not so. The Sylvan elves, it is said, possess skills and knowledge beyond that even of other races of elves, and they guard their secrets with great care and devotion.
Unlike the other elven races, the Sylvan elves regard none as kings or queens, not even the great King Calethor seated upon the Sapphire Throne in Estmere. Instead, while Sylvan elves trade openly with their kindred in other villages, each village only acknowledges the authority of its own Lord and Lady.
One of the secrets of these Sylvan elves is that they are unmatched in the arts of war. While other races of elves avoid the bloodshed and perils of war, the Sylvan elves train for it constantly and they deliberately establish their villages on the wilderness frontier where they can keep a close eye upon the orcs and their wretched kin. For the Sylvan elves, it is a point of pride and they consider it their sacred duty to protect the Elven races that lie deeper within the rich glades of the Halewood. Every so often, the short-lived orcs and ogres, who have no great love of lore or skill with the plow, forget the history of their grand-sires and covet the rich land protected by the canopied forests of the Halewood. And every so often, the Sylvan elves’ prowess with spell, blade, and bow gives a new generation of orcs and ogres a new opportunity to remember.
It was in thirtieth year of the twelfth century of Calethor’s reign in the month of Merry, when the day becomes the night’s equal and the snows give way to the new grass, that once again foreign boots invaded the Halewood. The Elven warriors who kept watch from the upper boughs along the borderland had seen the tell-tale signs of glittering campfires slowly approaching night after night in relentless procession across the wilderness landscape, slowly encroaching upon the Halewood. Once again the Sylvan elves were prepared to do battle and they met the foe at the treeline. But it was not orcs or ogres or any of their kin they met. It was a great company of men, veteran warriors who had brought war to the great wilderness, slaughtered the orc hordes, plundered their camps, and scattered their remnants. Now they were advancing upon the Halewood.
For millennia the elves had fought their eternal enemies and they knew their adversaries well. The orcs knew nothing of honor or of valor. They engaged in war for the love of blood and death and were in such a hurry to rush into battle that they rarely developed any true skill in it. They made up for their lack of prowess with sheer numbers, but these men were a new threat. They fought in organized fashion with disciplined leadership and thoughtful tactics.
It took more than a year for the Sylvan elves to adapt to the way these men fought, but this incursion was also repulsed though not before paying a significant price. Several villages were overrun and occupied before the tide could be turned. Food, gold, and even elf-maids were considered spoils of war by these men who showed no mercy and respected no law.
Lynkariel was an elf-maid of rare beauty and joyous spirit. She had been born in the thirty-first year of the ninth century of Calethor’s reign and as she neared her Initiation ceremony on her three-hundredth birthday anniversary her young life was full of promise. It was well-known in her village of Morannon that Halthalion, the young Lord of Morannon was in love with her, and she with him. They had spent several summers together and the announcement of their impending nuptials was eagerly expected.
Okay, what do y’all think? Is this useful stuff and I’m just being hard on myself, is it potentially useful with work, or is it just the product of a writing exercise?