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Elflore has a minion!

Lovers of the Stars

Elflore

The

Galactic Rreign
Owner:

Age: 11 months, 2 weeks, 1 day

Born: June 8th, 2012

Adopted: 11 months, 2 weeks, 1 day ago

Adopted: June 8th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 24
Strength: 50
Defense: 12
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 0/10
Intelligence: 34
Books Read: 34
Food Eaten: 1
Job: Veterinary Technician

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In the distance, you see the fuzzy likeness of a tall lean man in a cloak of no color, though at times it seemed mostly gray. You're not sure if he's really there or not, but your senses tell you that this is no ghost, whatever it may be. His figure seems to flicker and disappear around trees and reappear with each swish of his colorless cloak.

You hold up your lantern in the last rays of the sun, curious and strangely unafraid near the safety of your summer cabin. The stranger stops and hails you in the distance, beckoning you towards him. You feel a little uneasy about stepping into the forest, especially in the dark of night with a stranger in the wilderness, but... the skies were clear and the stars bright; the moon smiled in a most perfect crescent and a gentle early autumn breeze swept you towards the forest. The night bade you meet this stranger, and you follow.

The cloaked stranger seemed far off, and walking took you no closer to him. He then took three strides towards you and suddenly it seemed he was only twenty strides away. You beheld his face. He had light skin and a fair, nay, beautiful face which almost seemed to glow like distant starlight. He seemed to not be of around these parts... but then again, you cannot place his features to be of any ethnicity you've ever seen, and you are very well-traveled. You judge him to be a man in his prime of years, perhaps around 35 years... but his deep, wise grey eyes told a different story. Gentle locks of dark hair framed his face and joined together in a simple ponytail at the nape of his neck. And you could not help but notice the small but elegant point of his ears that barely peeked from under his hair. He dropped his axe and the large sapling he was dragging behind him and raised his arms in greeting. The hair on your neck and arms rose, too.

Greetings, child of Men. It has been a long time since I've had good company from your kind, he smiled.

You furrow your brows, seriously. weirded. out. Why did you come out here again? There was something... fey about this man. Even weirder how you thought of that word first.

As if reading your mind, he laughed (a merry sound like birds and bells), You may call me Bronw�, which means lasting or enduring or steadfast in my tongue, for I am the last elf in Middle-Earth. You may know my peoples as many different names... elves, fae, huldufolk... and if you know much of the lore of my people, I am a son of the Shipwright. I am to join my him on the Last Ship, but I tarry.

You give this guy a quizzical look. It grieves me to think that the legacy of the Firstborn on Middle-Earth is little to nothing, and that we leave mankind in a blank, empty ignorance.

There is little magic left in this world. I've gathered what I could and managed to create a magic scroll for the Second Children of Illuvatar. While I am here, this scroll can slow time. If you care, it will show you the lore of the Elves. I must set sail before dawn. I entrust you to the keeping of the last remnant of elflore and magic in Middle-Earth.

Your head is telling you this dude is crazy, though those pointy ears look pretty legit. Deep in your heart, you know you want to believe this man. The stars seemed to shine a little brighter through the foliage. Ah, what the heck.

You open the scroll.

I am annoyed at this.

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This fanpet is based on the world of JRR Tolkien's literature. All characters except for the Sindarin elf who identifies himself as Bronwe belong to the Tolkien universe.

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