Legends of Belariath

Sylvan Elves History

The Creation of the Sylvan

Elves, a comely folk, a little smile of nature that surrounds them, manifests the lands grace. Its folklore. Its legends. All the myriad races are easily seen by pointy ears, sharp features of beauty and tales told around campfires. The sylvan themselves speak of a great upheaval, something long past what high humans and even the moriel have touched upon.

It wasn't a shaking of ground nor a war that seemed to change but rather a decaying of the lands that only elves had trod upon. A wasteland from green wonder. Most ran from it, thinking if they could outrun this rot and decay they would survive and eventually nature itself would heal. That simply was not the case. Me'Rikem, the oldest of them at the time had decided only Gaea would know Her own creation and thus it was Her he turned to.

He begged and pleaded and finally more of his own began filtering in to the makeshift worship temple he'd set up. It wasn't as if their chosen Goddess was turning a deaf ear but some of the younger generation had begun taking her gifts as mere after thoughts. As if they were no longer listening. No longer feeling. The louder Me'Rikem called out and then softened his tones to the others, the more She became bemused by his pleading. This one alone cared. He wasn't running, instead he would send a few out to find others of their ilk until there were at least a few dozen now listening and praying. They were then sent out with what clean water could be found. Pouring it onto the sacred grounds, begging the grass, the trees, the roots of it all to grow deeper beyond the infected soil and because She was listening to these pleas. They began to once more, grow.

They were dedicated with a firm leader now chosen. Dedicated because of their worship and their work, what was shown many months later of hard labor was a lush surrounding. Of rare fruits once again seen and eaten. Gaea smiled and finally decided it was time to speak with those that had cared for the land and galvanized to her way of thinking, a new Race.

She touched each one and spoke to them.. "My Sylvan"