Legends of Belariath
Galalinnor
Galalinnor, the sensual high elf that came to live in the lonely inn, scared by terrible tortures and abuses, but past through it all with grace and a dark smile. One that never left his dark lips. His blood holding the biggest tale of all, the one of his family. His heritage mostly descended high elf noble blood, but several generations before that the inserting of a moriel bloodline. The story never really told to him, though what he does know is this blood was from a female, a lover of his elven ancestor. Mixed blood passed down through his family, though not in shame, in pride, the beliefs of his family were to end such racial disputes. And many, many years later, in a larger high elven town to the east of Belariath he was born, Gala he was named for most part, by friends and family. A child brought into the world in richness and luxury, noble blood installed generations ago, faded now, but held in regard, his father ran his own business in the town, his mother mayor of kinds, the town elders and well respected.
He soon grew to the age of schooling and had the best money could get, tutors, lessons, books, pens, parchment, a to the highest quality. Though this is not what helped him, not did much of this past give him anything except his wonderful looks and fine mannered posterior.
Years past and he grew, a flirt of a young man, people speculated whether he had all the women of a suitable age with him one time or another, married, single, virgins, he was a handsome and charming man, and exploited it. His father was becoming too tired of is business years, and left the firm to Gala, but he did not care for such, and employed others to run in his place. With this freedom he set about his one goal, to explore the lands of the world. He packed several things, and took of one day, leaving nothing but a letter and a loving fair well to his parents, he was gone from their life for now.
The elf stared off in boots, and the first place he visited was the forests leading west, and southwards. Mainly to visit sylvan elves, to see those of the forests and woods. His time there peaceful, the usual banter and clash between high and sylvan elves, but all given and taken in good health and humour, it was here he learned some valuable things about himself, several years he learnt their dialect to match his own familiarity to common and high elven, he removed his boots, learnt how move softly, tread light, balance in tree branches, a smile never lost from his face, this time truly an experience those books and teachers would never have given to him, such as were the soon to come events.
Soon he moved on, heading far to the east to homes of the humans and other races, his time travelling brought him onto a rouge group, mixed in race, drak sen, wolven, chirot, a bunch of unsavoury people. And once they took the last remains of his money they did what was fit, to beat him and leave him for dead, and so the elven an lay, for days, a mess until found, it was only time till he had come across such a foul group that would do such, and he found It a great deal, when it happened al the time. He was unused to such ways, ad it was sure to only get worse, is eyes finally opened to the word around him he ad been hidden from, and he saw things a new, scars to remind him.
His collection of scars steadily grew, each one a tale, a new story to be told on later dates, he grew more accustomed to the ways of the wicked and how he despised them, though he would no be one to fight back against them, nor shout and give no action, he talked to them, reasoned softly with those he knew, even if it was while he lay clutching a damaged arm. He was a man of reason, and honour, he always saw the hope of change and light there was, but his journey continued non the less, and he came across a town, home of humans, this is were he learned of a thriving city were many travellers went to, Belariath, that was it’s name, and he wrote, sending letter to his home of this place and where he would go to, not heard f in the books he was learnt, the teachings of the land, and so he left again, low on money and high on hope, a bigger surprise tan what he expected when he go there, reaching the Inn, he rented a room, and received a letter no less than days later, a message signed and sealed by his mother, explaining of his father’s death. Though he had not the money to return, he wrote back, promising he would head back when he could, when he had money, and to take his fathers place fully in his family. Though things in his temporary home would change that.