The lonely elf

[Serenoli]

Linduile her name was. Pretty, some said. Plain, others dissented. All agreed she was clever, and all agreed she had sharp and lovely eyes. Clever and witty? Again, all agreed, and even those who didn't like her, eventually muttered, 'Well, one could call her clever... I suppose...'

Who was she? An elf, that was plain. But from where? None could tell. No one really knew why she had travelled who knew how far, only to live so quietly by herself near the river. Heads shook, tongues wagged. Something had happened in her past, that was for sure, something that had caused her to flee her home. Well, they were simple, hardy folk and though they had healthy curiosities, as long as her troubles did not affect them, they were perfectly content to let her live and be their neighbour. She did not disturb them, and the only business she did was weaving and dress-making. She excelled at both crafts, and she earned enough for all her comforts. No one knew what these comforts were, exactly, as no one had ever really been in her home by the river... but then, as she never had been in any of their homes, they could not very well expect her to throw her doors open for them.

It was lucky for Linduile that the townsfolk thought her aloofness due to her past troubles, for if once they had decided she was only lonely due to pride, her life would have been miserable. But they treated her with respect, and friendliness, and this was perhaps due to the hope they each had of finding out her secret.

No one came even close, for Linduile knew how to evade all their surmises, guesses, indirect and direct questions with considerable skill and experience. It was a chance accident that revealed it...

[Serenoli]

Ved was the eleven year old who first saw the 'monster'. He and some boys had been swimming in the cool, fresh waters of the river. There was a race, and Ved, older and larger than the others had soon outstripped them, and turning around, paddling the water with his feet, he taunted his friends. Of a sudden, a glint in the dark shades of the trees on the right bank caught his eye. He turned his head, and caught a face staring intently into his, eyes wide... face hideous. He screamed, and the face was gone, but while screaming, he had swallowed so much water that he had to be assissted back to the shore. That day, all of them assidiously spread the story of the monster they had encountered and scared away. No one, of course, thought of connecting Linduile with it all.

The strange face was seen again, every now and then. Just when he had disappeared for some time, someone would catch a glimpse of it. The descriptions, though varied, had this in common... the creature was small, and its body was dark and graceful. But it was the face, which once glimpsed horrified the viewer, and the horror was increased by the contrast with the lithe smooth body. And everyone reported that the expression on the face was, if you could look past the ugliness, curious, painfully so, perhaps.The children went raving about the 'monster' but the adults were uncertain whether to fear it or pity it; especially because it never approached them, but ran away in fear whenever discovered.

So far, no one suspected Linduile of any involvement, though some did think it strange, that despite the fact that she lived in the very area where these sightings took place, she never seemed to have seen or heard the apparition even once.

[Gordis]

Very interesting, Serenoli! Keep writing, you are very gifted.

[Lotesse]

This sounds like the beginning of a very compelling book, or short story; you really are quite a gifted writer. I want to read more! You've already got me drawn into the story. That monster is so interesting.

[Farimir Captain of Gondor]

Originally Posted by Lotesse

This sounds like the beginning of a very compelling book, or short story; you really are quite a gifted writer. I want to read more! You've already got me drawn into the story. That monster is so interesting.

I second all that. You know what i think the "monster" is? I think its really Linduile! She has one of those Princess Fiona from Shrek things going on. Where she transforms into a "monster" on certain occasions but still has a good heart. Some evil witch from her old town was jealous of her, put a curse on her, and everyone ran her out of town? Then again I'm the kind of person who always looks at the butler first.

[Serenoli]

*blushes*

Why, thanks. I haven't decided all of it yet, still have much of the plot to work out. Its funny, I was just browsing here, when her name sort of popped into my head, and of course I had to write something to go with it. Hopefully, the rest will be just as good as the start!