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Tanna: A Chance Meeting ®

A young female elf walks through a flower garden on a beautiful day and a very casual breeze lightly moves her long blonde hair. Her fair complexion and light hair give her an almost glowing appearance. The blue elvish accents flow on her long white dress that floats across the top of the lush green grass as she walks through inspecting the floras. She smiles as she looks back over to her hometown. Nithpantiel is a beautiful elven city on the outskirts of the elven providence. Its tall white towers and walls are highlighted well by gold trimmings.

She goes back to her garden inspection and as she looks at a rose bush, she notices someone standing in her garden. It is young male elf who appears to be looking at the plant life in the garden as well. The sun shines off of his black silky hair as he walks through the garden. His athletic tone is revealed by a slight opening at the top of his long burgundy robes. He slightly bends to smell a rose and hide his occasional glances at the lovely female elf. When she catches him glancing at her, she realizes that she has been staring at him and quickly goes back to inspecting. He notices her reaction, smiles slightly, and goes back to looking at the flowers.

The female elf turns her back to him as she kneels to look at the plants and hide her interest. She has lived in Nithpantiel her whole life and has never seen this elf. Was he a visitor? Was he really there to look at the rosary and she was just misreading his glances? Was he still looking at her? The overwhelming temptation causes her to look back over her shoulder in just a few moments. She is shocked to see that he is no longer there. Confused and a little disappointed, she slowly turns back to the bush she is at.

“It was unwise for them to choose someone more beautiful than the flowers to tend to them.” A smooth, charming voice from the other side of the bush startles her. “These roses don’t stand a chance.” The handsome elf is looking at her over the top of the bush. She feels her cheeks heat up as she lowers her head to hide the blushing. “I am Beinion.” He says as he walks around the bush to greet her. He reaches out his hand to help her up. “May I ask your name?”

Her heart flutters as she tucks her hair behind her pointed ear. She is rarely approached by the men of her race. Though she is not born of royal lineage, her blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion give her a noble appearance. In the elven capital of Lostariel, the only elves that are accepted into high royalty have the traits that she carries. Any of the elves with royal lineage with darker features are only accepted into lower royalty along with other lords in the land. She is bubbling over with excitement but hides it well with her quiet response.

“Tanna.” Her response is quieter than she had hoped.

“I’m sorry.” Beinion says, turning his ear slightly closer to her.

“My name is Tanna.” Her voice resonates much better with her second response as she accepts his hand.

“Ah Tanna. Such an appealing name is fitting for a woman such as you.” Tanna smiles as he helps her to her feet. Beinion shares her smile and crosses his arms behind his back as he looks toward the nearby field. “The day is fair and this field is clear.” He gestures toward the field as he turns back to her. “Would accompany me on a walk?”

“Walk?” She looks back to the flowers in the garden for a moment then looks back to Beinion. “I, well, but,” She thinks for a moment, ‘I’m just inspecting today. If I come back soon I can finish before dark.’ Then her reasonable side kicks in as she thinks, ‘I don’t know this man though. This is crazy. Why would I leave with him? How do I know he won’t harm me?’

“I can help you complete your work when we are finished, and we won’t be gone long.” Tanna looks back at Beinion as he interrupts her thought.

“Well.” She looks back to her rosary and thinks once more. ‘He seems so nice. Just do it. You never do anything adventurous.’ Beinion can read the reserved excitement on her face as she looks back to him. “Ok.”

“Excellent.” As they walk through the field on the clear day, the uncut grass brushes against their lower legs. A slight gust of wind carries some feathers from a nearby nest by them as they stroll. The two are silent for a few moments as they take in the beauty of the day and breathe in the fresh, clean air. After a short silence, Tanna’s curiosity gets the better of her.

“I have lived here since birth and have yet to see you. Are you just travelling through?” Beinion looks at her and smiles, then looks back to the field.

“I will likely settle here for a bit. My studies of the KemenGûl have led me to this area. The location will be impeccable for my studies.” He turns back to her. “The locals seem to be remarkable as well.” As Tanna feels her cheeks flush again, Beinion smiles and looks back to the elvish town. “I will need to take residence here for my studies. You have lived here for quite some time then. Are the other tenants of this city as hospitable as you?”

“Yes!” She is taken aback by how excitedly she answered his question. After taking a short moment to calm herself, she continues, “Yes. Since our bordering plains are so abundant in wildlife, a lot of trading happens in our town. We are used to visitors, and our inns are well kept.” After she finishes her sentence she begins to ponder what made her so excited. ‘Why am I so eager to make him stay? Sure he’s handsome, and nice, flattering, and seems to be interested in me. But I barely know him.’ As she is thinking, Beinion begins to speak.

“I think I will be looking for something a little more, lasting, than an inn.” His words only briefly intersect her thoughts.

‘I never get this attached. I need to be more reserved, maybe not make myself so readable.’ She turns from him and looks back to the city. “Yes, well I’m afraid we rarely have any rental housing in the city. Our neighboring town is usually best for that.” She says quickly. Beinion smiles as he responds.

“Oh?” He looks back to the city and keeps his smile. “Hmm.” Tanna thinks that she isn’t being direct enough to hide her interest.

“Well thank you for the walk sir,” acting as if she had forgotten his name to further hide her interest.


“Sir Beinion. I must be returning to my duties.” She quickly begins walking back toward her garden before he can persuade her to stay. Because if he tried she would surely stay and she would have a hard time continuing to hide her emotions. Despite her efforts, as she is walking away Beinion responds,

“Good day Tanna.”

The rest of the day is spent looking over the town garden. Many flowers get overlooked and she inspects a lot of the some places multiple times as she thinks about her encounter. ‘He was so sweet. I hope I didn’t scare him away. I just want him to chase me a little.’ She shakes the thoughts off long enough to finish her work. Her normally short walk home from the garden is prolonged as she daydreams during the trip. She begins to ponder what about this area is so great for KemenGûl. There are plenty of open plains in the area, but KemenGûl is scientific studies. Perhaps the surplus of wildlife in the area provides a good study. She soon dismisses the thought and goes back to daydreaming.

As she walks into her home and closes the door behind her. She leans back against it, looks at the ceiling, and sighs. After a short pause, she rises back off of the door and begins her nightly house duties. She hasn’t been out on her own long, so she has to focus on what she is doing and limit her daydreaming. While she prepares dinner, eats, cleans up, and takes a hot bath, she thinks about him. About the way his black hair shined in the sunlight, how his robes complimented his physique, his kind words, and the way he showed his intelligence.

She finishes her bath, throws on her nightgown and wonders while she lays awake in bed if she did the right thing by trying to get him to chase her. ‘What if he doesn’t talk to me again? I think I was too direct. He probably thinks I’m not interested.’ Then she realizes something, ‘No. I am worth chasing. We women deserve to be chased a little bit.’ The thought comforts her as she rolls over to go to sleep. ‘If he is worth having, then he will come after me.’ Her last thought drifts off as she begins to go to sleep. A small noise outside wafts away her sleepiness though. She sits up in her bed. “Was that whispers?” She looks up to see a piece of rolled up parchment, tied with a piece of string, and carried through her window by cloudy-looking butterfly wings. The paper floats a little to the left, then a little to the right and as it lands in her hand, the butterfly wings blow away like a puff of smoke. She slowly unties the yarn and looks at the letter.

There is truly none

As fair in all Elqanah

Now or

Never has an elf existed

As beautiful or pleasant

I really enjoyed our walk today. You ran off so quickly, I hope I didn’t upset you. If you are up for it, I would enjoy another walk. Please relay your response out of the window.



She jumps to her feet to look out of her window. As the note said, Beinion was standing outside smiling up at her. Unable to hide her excitement anymore, she smiled back at him, from ear to ear.

Aeremar: Two Hunters, One Prey ®

The dew makes the air cool and crisp on an autumn morning. An elf is crouched down in some brush in the beautifully colored orange, yellow, and red forest. The hot seasons are normally moist in the elven forests, allowing the foliage bright and vibrant colors in this time of the season. The elf gazes through some shrubbery at a majestic elk that is walking through a glen in the midst of the forest. Leaves crunch beneath the elk’s hooves as it comes to a stop to graze. As the sun comes over the horizon behind the animal, it gives the elk an omniscient glow.

“This shot must strike well. Your graduation is dependent on it Aeremar. You’ve tracked the elusive creature here, now you must finish the quest.” The young elf thinks to his self as he rustles the feathers on his already nocked-to-the-string-arrow with the leather fingers of his shooting glove. Aeremar’s long, shiny brown hair reaches the bend in his back. He wears all brown leather armor to resemble his rank. His armor consists of a tunic, leather pants, both with darker colored armor pads, and dark boots that are folded over at the top. His cloak is tied around his neck with the bottom resting on the ground and his hood hidden under his hair. His bow is light colored wood with simple elven designs on the arms. His wooden quiver, under his cloak, puts his arrows over his shoulder, and his sword sheathes line the back of his belt with his sword hilts at each hip.

“With this last test, your graduation to the green class will be set and you can finally begin assignments in a regiment.” As he finishes his thoughts, he clears his mind and takes a deep breath. Another elf holds out a vial of venom toward Aeremar.

“Coat your arrow with this paralytic venom and your target will not flee.” One of Aeremar’s ranger trainers whispers. He is dressed similar to Aeremar, but his armor is dyed orange. His orange armor signifies his rank as a trainer with the elven ranger program.

“It’s extracted from the spiders that dwell on Mount Octentul. It will not kill your prey; only stun it to keep it from escaping. So your shot must be what is lethal.”

Aeremar nods his head and as slowly and as quietly as possible, lowers his two-blade broadhead into the liquid. He takes another deep breath with his eyes closed. He opens his eyes, pulls up his bow, and draws back the string in one motion.

“Remember to breathe. You have but one shot at this.” He thinks. He looks down the arrow at his target.

“She’s about twenty turs away.” He thinks. He places the tip of the arrow a little over the creature’s back, lets out his breath, and looses his arrow. There is a quiet thunk of the string, a rustle of the brush as the arrow flies through, quiet for a split second, then a thud as the arrow hits its mark. The elk lets out a quick grunt before falling to the ground.

“Excellent shot.” Aeremar’s trainer exclaims as he stands to his feet. Aeremar, however, remains close to the ground.

“Why do you not rejoice? You have passed your brown armor rank.” The trainer asks as he looks to the direction of Aeremar’s awestruck gaze. There is a silhouette of a large feline prowler staring back at the elves in the sunrise’s light. It’s now evident that the elves were not the only ones hunting the animal. The trainer jumps out in front of Aeremar, reaches back to draw an arrow, and shouts,

“Aeremar, get back to the castle!” Aeremar stumbles to his feet as he begins to sprint away. He looks over his shoulder and sees the beast swinging his mighty paw and knocking the trainer back into some bushes before the trainer can pull an arrow to shoot the beast.

As the cat lunges to attack the already fallen elf, it is struck mid-leap by Aeremar’s arrow. It falls to the ground but the shot only dazes the animal for a second before it begins sprinting toward Aeremar. The arrow tears from its side as it strikes a tree during the beasts advance.

Everything seems to move in slow motion. Aeremar can hear every leaf crunch as the large predator approaches him. He hears his heart thud loudly in his ears, and it feels as if it is going to leap from his chest. For the first time he has gotten a good look at the beast. “Sabretooth,” his thought echoes in his ears. He realizes the animal is approaching too quickly for him to have time to shoot another arrow, so he pulls the string to his bow and pins himself between the bow and the string. In one solid motion, as if instinctual, Aeremar grabs the swords from his back at his hips and spins them blade up in his hands. He fluidly side-steps as the beast lunges at him and he slices it across the ribs with both swords. The tiger lands on its feet and spins back toward Aeremar to attack again.

“Thrusts over slashes,” his trainer’s words rang in his ears, “slashes leave flesh wounds, thrusts land killing blows.”

By the time he finishes the thought, the feline has closed the distance between them. As it leaps toward Aeremar’s waist, he jumps over the cat in an aerial flip. His cloak flutters and while in mid flip, he spins his body and runs the swords through both of the cat’s sides. As they are still falling Aeremar pulls the swords back, spins them down in his hands, slides them back in his sheath, and lands in a knelt position in one motion while the cat’s body lands with a thud. Without hesitation, he rises from his knees in a sprint toward his fallen trainer. He glimpses at the sabertooth tiger as he passes over it for signs of life. His ranger training has taught him to be able to detect life in a creature in a blink. “Finished,” he thinks as he now begins to focus on helping the elf in the brush.

He reaches the trainer and realizes that he is badly injured, but not fatally. The trainer’s armor is torn at his side and reveals a deep wound underneath. Aeremar turns to the woods and yells “Saeldur!” The morning mist in the woods accumulates into the form of a green owl that flies over to Aeremar and lands on his arm. Its eyes glow a bright blue, and its feathers are an emerald green. He says something to the ghostly looking animal in elvish, and it looks over his shoulder at the deceased elk, then the sabretooth, then flies off toward the castle. The elves have been taught from birth to respect wildlife and nature, so Saeldur is sent to summon gatherers to retrieve the animals for food as well as proof of Aeremar’s achievement.

He bends over the writhing elf to speak to him. “I will take you back to the castle so someone can heal your wounds. Stay with me.” The trainer’s eyes are beginning to glaze over as he nods in response to Aeremar’s command.

“You’ve always been ahead of your class Aeremar,” his trainer mutters, as if trying to reserve strength,”I am confident in the hands my life has been placed.” Aeremar looks over his shoulder and whistles a tune toward the edge of the forest. A faint ‘neigh’ is heard in the distance and in moments his large, white horse is upon them. She has an elegant, green cloth draped over her back with gold embroidery and a beautiful leather saddle with elvish designs lining it on top of the cloth. He quickly runs over to the horse and jerks the cloth out from under the saddle on her back. He grabs three logs from the forest and attaches the cloth to the logs. “This should support him,” he thinks as he takes some rope from a bag on the horse and fastens his make shift gurney to her saddle. He drags the trainer onto the material and pulls a vial of liquid from a pouch attached to his belt.

“Ah, Sumpletine.” The trainer says as he coughs,”I’m heartened to know you expect me to survive.”

“Take this so you can sleep without pain while we travel home for help.” Aeremar says as he pours the liquid into the trainer’s mouth.

“I’m proud of the way you handled that beast, Aeremar. You are truly wor…” The trainer’s words trail off as he slips into a sleep from the medicine. Aeremar speaks to the horse in elvish and she begins walking back toward the castle. Aeremar walks alongside the horse instead of riding her to keep from slowing her down with more weight. He and his equine companion keep a hastened pace as they walk through the beautiful wood. The cool breeze and the beautiful scenery helps to keep Aeremar calm as he takes on his crucial task.

While walking down the trail, Aeremar is startled by a twig snapping on the forest floor. He quickly pulls his bow from his back, nocks an arrow to his string, and readies himself for battle.