Legends of Belariath
Noelle
A soft covering of snow was on the ground, a warm fire, and gifts exchanged between the families. It was the time of Midwinter, and celebrations were enjoyed between Noelle and her family. She was taught how to play musical instruments and write since she was born in Midwinter. Everything had to be proper and there was a fixation with her parents to teach her where she reigned amongst the elves.
They considered themselves to be more intelligent, refined and studied, and had a tendency to ridicule the Sylvans. Everything had structure, right down to the way she dressed.
That Midwinter day her father gave her ample money to travel to the Inn to make a name for herself as a storyteller and composer. On her own time she dabbled in making covers for her books which were handwritten, and then bound into books.
"Listen my daughter; write this down, this story I am going to tell you of the Sylvan's and remember what I taught you when you write your stories."
She listened carefully in her perfect room, in her perfect parent's home, as they taught her about her heritage of being a high elf, and how far superior she was than any other race, especially the Sylvan's.
The tone of superiority was in her speech, and how she dressed, even though her voice was soft and musical there was no denying how she felt about her self-image. Every book she could find was devoured. Noelle watched what was happening around her, and read books, using both forms of information to be written into her stories.
She tended to like the more refined instruments, the flute, violin, and harp. She didn't play percussion much even though she knew how, and the technique of rhythm.
When she arrived at the Inn she met a few people one especially caught her attention by treating her as a lady rather than some heathen; as she viewed most people there. He dressed appropriately and even reserved a table for conversation, which made her aware other bards not of her race could be entertaining as well.
He promised her the leather needed to bind her books since Raoul traveled with his so called band of gypsies. It amused and pleased her to the point of letting her hair down which she usually kept braided, learning beauty could be seen through many different eyes. Wearing her hair loose made her feel unkempt, but she did it anyways only on those occasions of meeting in the Inn with the so called gypsy.
In her room above the Inn all her papers were stacked neatly and handwritten waiting for the proper materials to bind them. Her goal was to sell a few to people who would appreciate them.