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Post by silverxtwilight on Jun 25, 2006 0:21:59 GMT -5
Hey everyone. I just recently found out that I'm an elf and I've done so much research on our kind but obviously the internet is no help unless your looking up stuff for LOTR or Santa's lil' helpers, it's kind of aggravating that everything about us is so incredibly obscured by ridiculous myths started by humans. This site and a few others are really helpful in learning about our kind but there doesn't seem to be anything about our history past the very beginning or about our own stories, So I was hoping one of yall might know one or even remember something from a past life. I only really remember pieces of mine, flashes from it and I've been trying to piece it together into my own real story. So if any of yall know or remember any of our stories or legends, I'd love to hear them. .:*Twilight*:.
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Post by Elix on Jun 29, 2006 16:33:52 GMT -5
Please remember thatthe stories like Tolkein, Narnia, and things like RPG's do share legends with history. I hear all these stories about memories of elves, some being slave races, others being these angelic figures with wings, and none seem to correspond with each other.
So what stories are you looking for?
I am from here... Earth. I am not from some other world or plane of existance. So the legends and stories that I can share would be from what the people form this place have past on generation to generation.
Elix
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Post by silverxtwilight on Jun 29, 2006 21:29:42 GMT -5
thats exactly what im looking for. The RPG stories are too twisted by people and almost every single one is made up. only like one story in a million of them are true. The stories that were past from generation to generation are exactly what I want to hear. If you could tell me even one I'd love to hear it.
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Shadowdancer
Shadow Keeper
~may the beauty of the night caress you like the arms of a lover~
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Post by Shadowdancer on Jul 9, 2006 20:55:48 GMT -5
I am a shadow best to decribe myself I am confused with dragon angel kin leannen sidhe and vampires and therians.. I know i am not spefically human I remember other existances.. a place of beauty and grace..the color of the light was differnt it was green blue.. I am here on earth I know I am a hybrid.. but what type.. is the q I know I can feed off energythis is indicitive of both the vampyre and the leannan nephilim can as well..
~Shadowdancer~
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Post by silverxtwilight on Jul 9, 2006 21:00:46 GMT -5
That's really fascinating and I'd love to learn more. If you remember specific occurances of your other existances or any stories or legends about kin, preferably elven and fae, I'd love to hear them. But otherwise I'd like to hear more about what you know about kin in general.
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fauna
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my home is beyond the mist though still within
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Post by fauna on Jul 17, 2006 22:04:29 GMT -5
i am elven my family are the peacekeepers that call themselves the guardians they are either from the Antares System or the Andromeda Galaxy i had the priveledge of an encounter when i was a young child --i can remember the craft and have vague memories of what they look like and what they were like i also remember their craft which was a disc with colorful lights chasing around the rim of it they themselves were very tall very very pale and absolutely beautiful loving peacefull beings
i dont know much about them or even what my visit was about but i do know that they are my family
also i am a starseed--which makes sense-lol
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Post by Elix on Aug 30, 2006 14:14:40 GMT -5
Hey all, ok if you go under Elves,Topic: The elven beginnings, I have a few posted stories, some fantasy fiction, others legend and lore along with some web sites you may all find interesting regarding elves. I know some of you were looking for actual elf stories, well legends other than Corellan and Grumpsh... so enjoy!
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Post by Elix on Nov 16, 2006 10:05:29 GMT -5
More on elves:
I am reading this book called the Complete Encyclopedia of Elves, Goblins, and other little creatures, Secrets revealed by Pierre Debois
In the second chapter of the book, Origins and Geneses of Elfery I have finally found something other than elves being the cute cuddly tree lovers that a lot of poeple mistake us for!
Most of you know my distain for those that think us elves live in trees and bake cookies, or dream on moon beams while sitting on dew covered toad stools waiting for shiney things to grab out attentions.
E-hem...Per this chapter (paraphrased a bit)
Should you enter our domain "inadvertantly" you may be able to bribe us with something in your pockets, but it not must be worth cash value, but precious and sacred, with a "fetishistic" value. Also Respectful Fear is a pssword through our domains.
Elves do not like intruders, especially those who would breach our gates as conquerors. Take off your hat, greet us politely and with respect. quote, "Elves deserve respect; they are a hundred times older than our (human) world and know more about it than all our scholars"
For Soullie: DO NOT partake in their dancing even if the most fairest of Elfin ladies invites you.
Quote "above all, avoid vexing them"
Elves are not goblins or dwarves. With the creatures who came from the ground, you can offer them a beer, grab them by the shoulder and offer them a space in the shed or attic. NOT WITH ELVES.
Elves ARE NOT fairy godmothers, loving mother goddess who welcome us on our first day and watch over our cradle.
In his "Letters of Demonology and Witchcraft", Sir Walter Scott writes that us elves are part of the most pleasant legacy which imagination has endowed us.
To finish off, I would like to post the last paragraph of this missive before the stories of the Invisiable Kingdom:
"Among all the peoples of the "Gentry of the Others," the Elf- born of the contrary and impalable, ice and fire, dark and light-is certainly the most complex and shyest creature, the most extravagant, the least accessible of all, but that is good because the mysterious must remain so in order to keep our magick power"
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Post by cathrea on Jan 25, 2007 1:25:14 GMT -5
Oh how much we hide from each-other... Well if I find the place to post it I will post some of my memories. And I will most likely come off as arrogant but I'm not.
Namarie, Cathrea
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Post by Elix on Jan 30, 2007 17:25:53 GMT -5
you can post them really anywhere. That's what this board is for. Post away.
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Post by cathrea on Feb 5, 2007 1:40:57 GMT -5
OK here are a few scattered recollections part of one life. And I do remember the names right and I know that Tolkien used some of them but that is not where I remember the incidents from. Nor is this a fanfic. I do remember reading the tales upon which Wagner based his ring cycle but then there have been many gollums and many rings of power in the history of Earth.
I did not in this go into the type and levels of abuse that those who were taken captive experienced... I still have issues over that. And no these Elves never did sail west to Valinor but instead sailed only to America.
Namarie, Cathrea
The Abandoned Ones A series of notes upon the way of Sylvan Elves
Let it begin then, the telling of a tale long ago hidden. When Gondolin fell many of the Elven Folk were taken prisoner, but even in captivity they remained Elves. Many years passed and still they were kept away from the light and the starry nights in the forests. Held in the caves deep below the earth they began to change yet they were Elves still. After the passing of a thousand years they who remained alive were given their freedom. No answer why, nor any supplies given for their entry into the bright world. Dumped they were, after having been carried blindfolded and bound for several weeks without food. Though drink they had been given a bitter gal that which kept them weak of limb but alive. When they awoke in the bright light and cold wind of the forest the noise of the wind was as a hurricane in their ears and the light that dimmly filtered through the trees was as the sun at noon in the high desert. They thought to hide from it all, but they were naked to the light and try though they did they could find no cave to hide in. So they lay between the roots of the trees under the piles of old leaves and dead mosses of the forest floor. When the night came and the wind died down it was quiet to the ears of most Elves but not so these survivors of Gondolin long held in the caves. For them the night while easier to see in was full of loud furious actions and it took them many years for them to come to terms with the racoons and squirrels chatter not to speak of the problems with the hawks’ shrill cries. Even with the noise the night was better for these Elves, and within a few months they had found such barks and fibers to tease and spin into rough yarn for the making of tunics and pants... Harder was the learning to skin and tan hides of the squirrels that were so plentiful in the forest and the cooking over fire was a pain at best but a necessary one for raw squirrel meat is unclean by Elven Laws as all meat not of fish must be cooked to be eaten. Fish alone may be eaten smoked without being cooked. And many a trout was smoked long before these Elves mastered a bright fire for the cooking of squirrel or river rat...
Long years passed and an urge to follow the sun bright as it was caught and held fast the Fea of these night traveling Elves for Night Elves they had become, all white as ghosts and long of limb swift as rushing watter they flowed west over the very mountains that had held them captive for almost a full age. The seasons change, while it had been spring at their leaving of the forest of their freedom as they passed through the high mountains winter set in. Snow they had seen but softly it lay in the forests of their dreams not like this snow that fell in blinding white and choked the wind out of a body as they walked. Again they had to travel in the night though the cold was bitter even more so then the drink they remembered from the hated caves. Three moons did they walk over the high mountains and not a body lost though many a Fea came close to abandoning their bodies. A song they heard in the night from the stars it came and somehow it warmed them and kept their Fear from failing into Shadow. And the spring came the rushing of waters down the hills and a house in the distance that seemed to grow up from the trees that stood among the flowing waters. Yet they did not trust those Elves they saw below them. It would be another 300 years of living in the timberline above Imladris before these Night Elves would seek discourse with Lord Elrond and even then it was the calling of the sea that made them come down and the singing of a song by a young Man, a song of Lindon and of the travelers led by on Legolas of Gondolin through the woods and plains of Belierland. A song that broke the walls around the tide of memories. Down they came like rushing waters asking to hear of the children of Gondolin... “Did Any Survive?” they asked, with long sad faces they begged silently for word. Only to hear that many had died in the passage though their children lived in Lindon and even some few fair ones at Imladris were the grandchildren of Gondolin Refugees. Delerium; they though the Lord of Imladris mad until he showed them the wall paintings of the fall of Gondolin, then they knew that kin they had here though distant at best but kin even so... These Night Elves knew nothing of Feanor or his Oath for much had they forgotten or dismissed as madness of the tales they heard from wandering men. Kinslaying the could not fathom but greedy Dwarves they had some memory of. This is not to say that these Night Elves were naive but they chose what was real of tales told to them by Men over firelight...
Asked they did for rights to the woods above Imladris for they could not as yet live among strange Elves and even so they cound not go far from Imladris as the trees summoned them back when the strayed off. Lord Elrond gave them such rights to the woods as they might wish but required of them that all they took be easy on the hills and those that dwelled therein. Agreement there was then between them and the Night Elves seemed often as ghosts to the Men and Dwarves who stayed at Imladris; though to Elvenkind and to Hobbits they showed themselves to be mearly tall and fair Elven Folk not ghosts but simply quiet for Sylvan Folks. Thus did the Abandoned Ones the last Elves to see Gondolin find shelter at Imladris, while the One ring lay hidden in a cave with Gollum as its keeper.
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Post by cathrea on Feb 5, 2007 1:54:51 GMT -5
Oh and here is another tidbit... not my writing but the musings of my friend Shenda who is rather overworked of late. I'll post it here same as I did on the WillowElves site. They are his words not mine I'm just doing a cut and paste here. Oh and if it seem curious that we use Quenya and Sindarin at times well that was agreed upon back in the 1970's.
Namarie, Cathrea
A Note from the Desk of Ta’ Shenda Sa’ar...
Yes it is but a note little more. The meandering thoughts of a somewhat harried Dark Elf... So misunderstood by Humans... Evil they think us. Passionate we are like all Elves.
Our ancestors skins darkened from long exposure to low level radiation over the long centuries of travel among the stars. A mutation of the skin to survive that radiation and the mutation bred true. Long of limb we are with eyes the color of glacier ice and hair the color of newly fallen snow.
Evil? No. Ah but quiet and shy then loud strident and forceful when needed. We are a handful. Oh but your books say we are hateful when in truth our hearts are full of love.
At times looking at your Earth we do despair for you have done such nasty things to a most beautiful Lady who is the mother of your kind. And your Humans think us Evil? We who would heal the hurts of Earth? What madness this?
Long thoughts and much discussion in council with other Elves. And we find that Humans often think even the fairest and gentlest of Elves to be a threat to their world... Are we too intense? Is our love of life more then Humans can bear?
You confuse us when you choose the fables of Men rather then the revelations of Elves. Our hearts break when you tell us to our faces that we hate. Hate is not our way. Service to the Holy from which all life springs is our path.. And we will not corrupt that path to fit in your materialistic world. To take up such corruption in place of holy acts is madness at best.
Too many words and too few at the same time. I said I was harried and in my dreams I am harried and hunted by Men... Men who call all Elves Demons. Men who destroy what is most precious the creative spirit of children.
And so I wonder and in my wondering I have asked Lady Cat to post this on her group. A promise I hope she will keep... to send this gathering of thoughts as a single note to Willow Elves upon the Earth.
Namarie Quendi! Ta Shenda Sa’ar
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