Legends of Belariath

Bello

Bello's Tale

It was a bright and beautiful spring day within the forest, the flowers at full bloom and the trees rich with the green of life. The birds and animals ran wild in the dance of life, the sounds of harmony reining through the dazzle of the sun light. It was upon this day that a babe was born to Wesima and Pordraso, Wesima attended by the mid wife and the Mother of Life was brought through child birth easily. It has been said that upon hearing the sudden scream of the child Pordraso nearly took the door of the small cottage off its hinges, but then he had stood before the cottage for hours waiting and praying that his wife and child would see the light of day safely.

With Wesima seen to, the midwide departed to leave the bright and happy trio to their own making. Wesima and Pordraso talked in hushed voices as they examined their new born son, to them he was perfection in itself and with the beauty of the forest about them, they knew only one name would suffice and called him Bello del Foresta, Beauty of the forest.

Time passed as time does and Bello grew, he grew and learned faster than most children. His father took to training him in the ways of the forest, to be a ranger like he himself was. The Sylvan pair could be seen almost everyday exploring through the forest, healing and protecting the nature around them. Bello was a continual sponge he soaked up knoledge like most do water, he learned the ways of the animals and to even speak with some. His parents were proud, for he was living up to his name sake and had grown from a beautiful child to a handsome elf, always content with what he has, yet still striving to provide better for his family and people.

Time passed further, and Bello spent more time alone within the forest of his home, finding peace and serinity within it. Upon on day such as this, when he was deep withing the forest proper a troop of travelers approached his village. This was rare indeed, for few knew of or could find the village within the forest. It was a call for a celebration in welcoming the strangers and supposed traders. Bello's father sent his hawk to find his son, to tell him of the happenings. Bello only smiled at the bird and sent it home, a large gathering being nowhere near what Bello was used to or comfortable with.

The spring day turned into night, and a sent swept through the forest, one that any being of nature knows of and knows to fear, it was the sent of fire, of flames so large that it can mean only danger. Bello raced through the forest, his mind and senses alert for trouble as the smoke and sent came from the direction of his village. He soon reach the outer edges of the village and all his greatest fears leapt towards him. Around him, his home was burning. He ran in to help, for he knew the people of his village would already be fighting the fires, but what he saw made him fall to his knees and weap.

Within his home, his village, those he had grown with, loved, respected and honored were dead. The women of his people were arrayed in a brutal fassion and stripped of any clothing and jewelry.Their sprawled forms had been raped, tortured and finally killed. He held his mother within his strong arms and weaped like a babe, never had he seens such vicious creulty or evil. When he looked up he saw the men of his people, stripped of clothing and jewelry, they were spitted upon large stakes from the ground, mockingly standing guard, but quite clearly dead, he screamed with firey rage and hopeless loss.

Bello gathered the women and laid them respectfully side by side before covering them, tears covering his cheeks as he wept through it all, he was then forced to gather and axe and chop down his father and friends from their perch, before laying them out and covering them as well. Around him his home burned and smoldered, but thoughts of the fire had left him, only the pain of his peoples deaths remained. He gathered pick and shovel and dug a massive grave, sparing no effort as he wept and sang to the Goddess to accept those that had died and to care for their souls. He burried his people, his home and his life, and taking a knife he slashed the palm of his left hand and squeezed, swearing by his blood and soul to find the men that had done this, and to kill every last one.

Bello gathered up his weapons and supplies and strode from his home, pausing only to take an elven oak accorn, for he had no intention of returning, no longer would he be Bello del Foresta, from hence forth he would only be known as Bello. He left saddened but burning with the need for vengance, to take the lives that had so brutally taken his home.

The elf tracked troop easily as they took no effort to hide their tracks, he ran like the wind, never pausing, never halting, only following for he new the had a days head start upon him. He caught up with them within a days time, he slipped past their scouts and gaurds and counted their numbers as his father had always taught him to know his enemy. He marked their faces and their supposed rank, discovering their leader with ease, a large man, a human arrayed in pitch black armor. He set about building traps, no longer for food, but to catch and kill the two legged beasts that had ravaged his land and home.

Before they reached the edge of the forest, he had cut their number in half, from 30 to 15. He could not believe how easily they dealt with the death of their own, putting it off as stupidity or cowards the just moved on without even searching. This of coarse only helped him. He followed them through the valley and into a city upon the coast of an ocean he knew nothing about. He set about killing them one by one within the town, in their sleep, while they bathed and a couple while they made love to prostitutes, but always saving the leader for last.

When he had killed all but the leader, he began to staulk him, learning his routes and his manners. Studing the mans thinking and fighting, but always remaining within the shadows, never giving himself away, not yet. It was one such day that he followed the man into the richer nobler side of town, near the castle that stood atop a hill, magestic in its form. It was this day that he had his chance, as the man was moving through the streets he suddenly turned down and alley, Bello held back knowing better than to race after the man. It was then that the man attacked a noble woman moving down the street, dragging her kickingly into the dark alley, Bello made his move just as quickly, the mans back was towards him as he was ripping at the womans clothing, enraged bello could take it no longer, his screams lead the way as his dagger plunged into the mans throat between the breast plate and his helm, killing him quickly, too quickly for Bello, but it was over.

He dropped the knife and fell to his knees, the noble woman only looking at him scared. Bello did not even notice the woman as he listed off the names of his village in which the man was responsible for their deaths. As the woman listened her fear turned into shock and finally to simpathy, her cold voice lifting with warmth towards him as she asked him what he would do now that his people had been avenged. He simply looked at her, the pain and loss evident in his eyes as he told her he did not know. At that moment the woman seeing something within him, seeing his need for leadership, for warmth, for guidance and even protection, told him to rise and come with her.

He did so, the noble high elf took him to her manor, she had him bathed and fed and then had him brought to her. She marveled at his beautiful form and knew that deep down she desired him to be hers, for what else could he be, she had watched his demeanor and attitude even amongst the servants and slaves, he treated all as betters and with respect. They talked and talked, hours turned into days and days into weeks, until finally he looked towards her, knowing what she desired as she had told him, many times and he asked to become her slave.

Soon after Bello was willingly made slave and property to Lady Karrissa. For many years she trained, protected and guided him, letting him remain innocent to the ways of sex and people. She used him only as far as her desires could be held at bay and trained him to become very proficiant in giving oral pleasure. Trianed him to be pleasing at all times, but also aware of who, what and where he was. She took pleasure in watching her property move, through his dance, serves, positions and walking. At many occassions she had loaned him to a fellow noble and he was expected to please them in the ways that he was allowed to. He did everything his Mistress wanted of him, without question or hessitation.

Again time passed and Bello grew to be a very well trained and proper slave, many of Karrissa’s fellow nobles were jealous of her having him, it was said that the had never seen a slave such as him, and his Mistress was pleased. She was firm but fair and Bello grew to love her as his Mistress, but not as a person, he served her in anyway she wanted, but his heart was his to find his own love. After many years his Mistress wished to travel, to see the world. She took Bello and Samar, another of her boys, Samar was her pretty boy as Bello was her trained boy, she cared very much for them both.

They traveled the land for months before returning home, Bello’s knowledge of the land about him was growing, and he was enjoying the traveling, he did not wish it to stop and it did not. A few months later his mistress informed him that she would be taking him across the ocean to another contenant, Bello was excited and set about getting everything ready, his life in the manor was a lonely one, he missed the wilds of the land about him, but serving his mistress helped to keep him sated, so to hear that he would be traveling with her again seemed as almost a dream.

They crossed the ocean and Bello learned from the sailers, he began to help run the ship, before they landed he knew his way about over the whole ship. Karrissa was very please with how fast he learned, she always had been, she took her two boys into town and stayed at an Inn, after a few days she set up for them to travel with a caravan, the weather was warm and the day beautiful as the three set off with the caravan, Bello running at an easy pace beside his mistress horse as Samar rode in a wagon up ahead, after three nights, his Mistress had him prepare a camp further away from the caravan, she hungered to have him serve her as only he had been able to for years, she placed Samar on guard duty as Bello and she remain near the fire in camp.

Bello served his mistress diner and wine, remaining near her as she talked and ate, after she ate she looked at her sylvan elf and told him to service mistress, he immediately followed her orders, it had been a long time since last he had service her and he practically dove between her thighs, her moans of pleasure cut through the night sky as his tongue and mouth worked over her sex, his own moans mingling with hers. Just as he was working her to her orgasm a large group of men entered the camp baring clubs and swords, they beat Bello close to unconsiousness before tying him up. He was then forced to watch as his mistress was brutally raped, tortured, and mamed. He cried out and begged them to stop, as they cut off her breasts and hair, scaring her face beyond recognition, somehow she remained alive and consious through it all, her screams of pain only ended when she could no longer lift her voice past a whimper, at this point they slit her throat and gutted her like a fish, cutting in evil gliyphs into her flesh. With laughing voices they moved off into the forest.

For days Bello struggled in his bonds, having been left for dead as he watched his mistress body before him he wept until he had no tears, and then wept more. When he finally got free he held her in his arms for hours before burring her and Samar. The caravan had long since left, and he could find no tracks of the attackers. Bello set off down the road, lost, heart broken, weak and in mental and physical pain. He wandered the contry for a few years before coming to Nanthalion, and the Lonely Inn.

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