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Date Posted: 20:48:48 02/09/03 Sun
Author: Aelin-Uial
Subject: Returning to Tel'Oira Eldamar

Standing on the summit of the mountain, her eyes seemed to shift from a deep blue to a lighter aqua as a soft smile tugged upon full lips. Tel'Oira Eldamar. It had been more than eleven hundred years since she had walked through the balmy lands in the company of her closet friend, Inarion. The wind whipped her cloak around her legs. The waxing moon was her only light source, but it was all she needed. Dark hair was sprinkled white with the falling snow, and though the cold did not affect her, she would be glad to be rid of the snowy winter that still clung to the forests and mountains surrounding the Eternal Elvenhome.

Leaning forward until it seemed as though she would fall, Aelin-Uial took the step that would begin her descent down the mountain and into the valley of her homeland. It had been so long since she left. She'd been but 83, barely an adult by Elven standards, and now she had a full 1,228 years under her proverbial belt. Aelin had seen the farthest reaches of land and sea, and yet could barely remember the name of the Laurelin trees that grew in Tel'Oira Eldamar. How much would have changed? Would there still be those that remembered her? She could still remember most of them by name and face.

Many of her years had been spent among the race of man, and it seemed rare that she encountered those of her own kind if she did not go directly into an Elven city. Would there be those that remembered her song? Or merely the fact that she was the elf with the darkest hair. Midnight tresses upon her head; it was such an uncommon color among the people in Elvenhome. Her eyes had been her namesake. "Meres of twilight," reflective pools of twilight. The name fit for the deep eyes that seemed to change their shades of blue at a moment's notice, especially under the manipulation of flickering or dim light.

It would be another day's journey before she would make it to her destination. Strange how after so long another day seemed like an eternity to wait to return to a land that may very well be completely different from how she left it...

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