From: merricb@mundil.cs.mu.OZ.AU (Merric BLACKMAN)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Del Micek's story: Meeting an Elf
Message-ID: <9214014.6841@mulga.cs.mu.OZ.AU>
Date: 19 May 92 04:49:51 GMT
References: <1992May18.005637.14291@ucc.su.OZ.AU>

mar@physics.su.OZ.AU (David Mar) writes:

>Del Micek calls to Littlefair for a refill of his mug with Mary's famous
>herbal tea. "And is your boy around?" he asks as Littlefair brings the
>steaming mug over, "For I am ready to tell a story."

>"Just let me fetch him," answers Littlefair, "I am sure he would not want
>to miss out on a story!"

>A minute later, young Bob Littlefair has seated himself by the fire, on the
>floor in front of Del. Del takes a sip of his warm drink and settles into
>position to tell his tale. Those in the inn who wish to listen pay their
>attention to Micek as he speaks.

>"As I promised earlier," he begins softly, "this will be a tale of elves
>and, in particular, the first time I ever met one of their kind. Needless
>to say, it was many years ago, before I was full grown and had travelled
>the world to any degree. In fact, I had never been more than a few hour's
>walk from my home city of Taljenik."

>***
< the story deleted >

>***

>Del Micek pauses in the telling of his story and takes a long draught from
>his mug of warm tea. The flickering sparks of red and orange light from the
>fireplace are reflected in his dark eyes, the clarity of the reflections
>betraying the glistening surfaces of eyes that stare into the fire.

>"I returned to the Gralvich Forest each summer until I left Taljenik, and
>have returned there a few times since. Each time, the message I have left
>under that rock, now moved to a third position, was still there." Del draws
>a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

>"I surmise that, because of the differences in aging between elves and
>humans, Bethadriel is now a young woman, perhaps about to be released from
>the care of her family. I wish that I could meet her now, and assure her
>that, indeed, I have not forgotten."

>Del finishes his tea with a final sip and places the mug on the table
>beside him. He shivers slightly, and readjusts his cloak, moving to better
>catch the warmth of the fire.

The weary traveller from a nearby table approaches Del Micek upon the finishing
of this tale. He bows to him as he introduces himself.
	"Greetings, Del Micek. Your story has made me remember many things long
forgotten about myself. I am known as Silverbreeze."
	Silverbreeze smiles, "Well I remember my childhood in the Silver Wood.
I too made friends with the elves, though in my land they were friendly with
us, not feared, as it seems they were in your land."
	Silverbreeze pauses a while to readjust the silver circlet he wears.
	"I must confess, that I do not know where I am now. And," he says,
looking down at his hand, "my ring seems to have disappeared.
	"Do you know where it has gone? I have been through great hardships
recently, and my memory is faulty."
	He runs a hand through his shoulder-length reddish brown hair and waits
for an answer.

[Silverbreeze entered the inn in the post with the subject: Another arrival,
 some time ago. Check those posts for other information on him.]
	
	

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