was also curious to see if their
customs were the same as her own little village, and she was
desperately hoping to sleep in a bed for the night. The very
thought of that was too intoxicating to pass up.
Tark shrugged in response, as if saying,
“ Whatever works for you .”
They traveled far into the night, stopping to
rest and then continued the next day before the trees began to thin
out and they could see houses sprinkled among them. Elves from
everywhere poked their heads out and called ‘hello’ to them. The
three waved in response, as little ones came from all directions to
greet them personally. Galena smiled; they treated travelers
exactly the way that they did in her own home village. They walked
into the center of this friendly place as the elders gathered
there, smiling in warm welcome.
“Welcome, weary travelers, to Gora,” said a
tall, regal looking elf. He had long, blonde hair that was tied
back in a tail. His face was handsome, although it had a tired look
in the creases around his eyes and forehead. He bowed to them
slightly, sweeping his arm around to indicate his village. “My name
is Naradin. I am the leader among the elders. Please, come with me,
as I’m sure you would like to freshen up and rest for a short while
before we feast together. We were told of your coming, so what you
are about to see is not something that we normally show our guest;
therefore, I must ask that you keep it secret as it is one of our
most prized possessions.”
Glancing at one another in curiosity, they
followed Naradin. He led them through the heart of the village,
past several houses; the trio waved to more elves as they stuck
their heads out to greet the travelers. They passed Gora’s market
where vendors were selling fresh fruits and vegetables as well as a
variety of other merchandise.
The houses were fashioned in the same style
as their own. One-story buildings, some built with wood, some built
with other material. All of them were small, because they hated to
destroy the life of a tree, to house them. The more fortunate elves
were able to make their homes completely from stone and mud,
allowing the trees to live in peace. These were the homes that were
passed down through the generations.
So much for a different world , Galena
thought as she looked around.
Naradin continued on his way, looking back
from time to time to make sure that they were still following.
Galena smiled at him, wondering exactly how much further they would
have to go before they could rest. She was about to ask this very
question, when she noticed a huge building in the distance. It was
larger than any of the elf made homes she had seen in her own
village. It looked as if it were made from several trees; the way
that homes and buildings were made in the old days.
Tark stopped and looked in amazement as he
caught sight of the building as well. “Is that what I think it
is?”
Instead of answering, Naradin continued
walking toward it, only briefly pausing to smile at Tark in
response. They walked toward the magnificent building. It was
indeed several trees combined to shape an elaborate structure. They
were so intertwined that Galena could not be sure exactly how many
trees were used to create such a wonderful home. It had several
arched windows scattered all over it, which Galena assumed, let in
ample amount of light. A beautifully designed door was connected
with wooden hinges, almost as if branches were placed specifically
there so that no harm would actually be done to create a door. The
small branch like hinges allowed the door to swing outward as
needed, like any other door.
I’ll have to remember that trick for my
own creations, Galena thought to herself.
The building was as wide as four elf made
homes and taller than most trees within the forest by a good fifty
feet. The entire tree was covered in wonderful green vines and
morning glories, their blooms closed against the hot sun. The tree
stood tall, reaching its beautiful
customs were the same as her own little village, and she was
desperately hoping to sleep in a bed for the night. The very
thought of that was too intoxicating to pass up.
Tark shrugged in response, as if saying,
“ Whatever works for you .”
They traveled far into the night, stopping to
rest and then continued the next day before the trees began to thin
out and they could see houses sprinkled among them. Elves from
everywhere poked their heads out and called ‘hello’ to them. The
three waved in response, as little ones came from all directions to
greet them personally. Galena smiled; they treated travelers
exactly the way that they did in her own home village. They walked
into the center of this friendly place as the elders gathered
there, smiling in warm welcome.
“Welcome, weary travelers, to Gora,” said a
tall, regal looking elf. He had long, blonde hair that was tied
back in a tail. His face was handsome, although it had a tired look
in the creases around his eyes and forehead. He bowed to them
slightly, sweeping his arm around to indicate his village. “My name
is Naradin. I am the leader among the elders. Please, come with me,
as I’m sure you would like to freshen up and rest for a short while
before we feast together. We were told of your coming, so what you
are about to see is not something that we normally show our guest;
therefore, I must ask that you keep it secret as it is one of our
most prized possessions.”
Glancing at one another in curiosity, they
followed Naradin. He led them through the heart of the village,
past several houses; the trio waved to more elves as they stuck
their heads out to greet the travelers. They passed Gora’s market
where vendors were selling fresh fruits and vegetables as well as a
variety of other merchandise.
The houses were fashioned in the same style
as their own. One-story buildings, some built with wood, some built
with other material. All of them were small, because they hated to
destroy the life of a tree, to house them. The more fortunate elves
were able to make their homes completely from stone and mud,
allowing the trees to live in peace. These were the homes that were
passed down through the generations.
So much for a different world , Galena
thought as she looked around.
Naradin continued on his way, looking back
from time to time to make sure that they were still following.
Galena smiled at him, wondering exactly how much further they would
have to go before they could rest. She was about to ask this very
question, when she noticed a huge building in the distance. It was
larger than any of the elf made homes she had seen in her own
village. It looked as if it were made from several trees; the way
that homes and buildings were made in the old days.
Tark stopped and looked in amazement as he
caught sight of the building as well. “Is that what I think it
is?”
Instead of answering, Naradin continued
walking toward it, only briefly pausing to smile at Tark in
response. They walked toward the magnificent building. It was
indeed several trees combined to shape an elaborate structure. They
were so intertwined that Galena could not be sure exactly how many
trees were used to create such a wonderful home. It had several
arched windows scattered all over it, which Galena assumed, let in
ample amount of light. A beautifully designed door was connected
with wooden hinges, almost as if branches were placed specifically
there so that no harm would actually be done to create a door. The
small branch like hinges allowed the door to swing outward as
needed, like any other door.
I’ll have to remember that trick for my
own creations, Galena thought to herself.
The building was as wide as four elf made
homes and taller than most trees within the forest by a good fifty
feet. The entire tree was covered in wonderful green vines and
morning glories, their blooms closed against the hot sun. The tree
stood tall, reaching its beautiful
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