Such a Little Thing

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The Chorus of Lineyhamyn was tending to his home, a rare thing sometimes. He would go what seemed decades without returning, sometimes hundreds of years. What was time to one of the Chosen of the Eldarin, the demigods of the elven folk?

Chorus, beautiful and sleek, robed only in a loose white skirt, and with pale, styled hair and chains that bound his blindfold, lips and tongue and ears, linking all of his senses in symbiosis, shimmered in the soft white light of his home.

The Lelledornin trees, the white barked arbor creations that shimmered with the luminescence of the stars, surrounded his domicile. It was an open aired ‘home’ of rock and wood, stream and flower, tree and grass. The babble of the brook that slumbered its way around the meadow, and through his home had a tinkling music of its own against the ancient rocks in the stream. The wind sighed gently, and the leaves rustled in a soft sigh.

It was peaceful here.



He strode, barefoot, across the land, graceful and sure, like he knew every blade of grass, every rock or stone hidden by moss or turf, and every roll of the land beneath his feet. The wind played with the alabaster skirt that wrapped his virile hips, streaming gently about his legs as he strode with grace over his domicile. The Mantle of Hands drifted behind him, scant inches near to him, connected to the elven deity in ways rhat were mysterious and profound.

He wanted, on some level, to just stop and roll in the grass, that seemed so aware and alive around him. The Sky and the Water, Air and Earth, the grass and the trees actually were aware of him. The Land was Alive. And it greeted him.

He came into the stone and tree circle of his main ‘room’ and there, a tree had woven its branches into a swing chair for him to sit, its soft and shimmering leaves like silk on the skin. He settled himself into the chair, and the Mantle, the many hands that floated behind him in the Celestial Mantle, drifted slightly farther behind him, as they always did, allowing him to move and sit comfortably, while each hand performed its task, continually, and without interruption despite what Chorus himself might be doing. They were an extension of him, and they had their purposes, which were difficult for mortals and elves alike to comprehend.

That was why he had taken on the mantle, though. Because he understood. And in the end, that is why the gods picked him to become something more than just an immortal elven warrior. They had called on him to become something far greater.

But sometimes, to ground himself, and not feel like had lost touch with the world he had been invested to defend, he came back to this place. His ‘home’. His sanctuary. Birds were singing from their gilded cage – they had long learned how to open the door to the mithril shelter that was hanging from the youngest Lelledornin tree. And the little twittering creatures sang the praises of the Chorus, happily greeting their benefactor, and telling him of the nests they had built, the eggs they had laid and hatched, and the family of the little singing birds that were singing his praises.

It was good what they said, and Chorus smiled. He held out a hand, and one of the youngest of the new adult birds fluttered down into his mithril taloned fingers, and he held out his lean, powerful hand, and cupped it like a treasure. The bird looked concerned for but a moment, as Chorus flexed his fingers, and the shimmering talons and all of the many arms of the Chorus flexed and made a similar gesture, their motions of strange and portentous expressions interrupted as the striking pale, tattooed warrior elf flexed his fingertips.

The bird let forth a single, piercingly beautiful note, and Chorus smiled gently, the chain on his lip clinking like the tiny ringing of silver bells as it tinkled against his skin.

“Your song pleases Me, “ The Chorus said to the little bird, who took the encouragement and started singing the “Song of Springtime and Lovers. “ Chorus watched the little creature, filling its little lungs, its little heart beating in fast time as it chirped and warbled and sang so sweetly.

It was so fragile and tiny, so vulnerable, like he had been before the Investment and the Choice. He was humbled for a moment, as he realized how precious this little life was. How unique and rare. How easily it could be destroyed. Just a gentle pulse of his hand, and it would be vaporized, disintegrated. Poof. No more little singing bird.

He gently let the bird flutter back up to the mithril home, and he sighed, as he patted the cage with a gentleness that belied the powers at his command. Awesome powers to reshape mountains, sink continents, or ravage the oceans themselves. Only recently, the Chorus had faced down one of the dark gods of the Orcs, Gargrumar, and sent the horrid destroyer and ravager of the Dark Lands back to his brooding pit, beneath his Master’s Mountain of Hate, Gorgrunashil.

He had battled for days. Or was it years? That was one of the things he needed to do, was to reconnect with time, and the land. To resync himself to the world that he loved and needed to protect. And he had to continue with the Grand Work. His own special project. One that would someday change the face of the universe for all creatures, great and small.

He looked down at his hand, even though his eyes were covered, it was no real impediment to his vision. However, it did keep the light inside him, preventing the Holy Light of Corell from burning all around him.

The blindfold was part of the price of his mantle of his power. And he was ever grateful for its protection for those around him.

He smiled and wondered what that elf.. That elf.. The one with the cheeky ways and hair of midnight black that always had teased him when they were young. The one that called himself a shepherd – he wondered what had happened to that immortal elf in the distant past.. Or was it the future he had stepped into? Their paths had taken different ways. But he knew, somehow, that the shepherd elf was doing vital work – but he should really find him, and pay him a visit. For the two of them had vowed to change the world, and having him as part of the Grand Work would be.. gratifying.

The bird, the shepherd elf. They were both so small, he thought. “Such little things, “ he commented aloud, as he stretched and laid back in the soft boughs of the hanging tree’s limbs.

The Mantle of Hands surrounded their master, as he let his essence slumber for a time. In the way only a god can slumber. It really wasn’t slumber or sleep as mortals knew it. But it was restful.

And it was a little thing. And everyone knew that big things came in small steps. From little things.

~~To be continued~~

Story by: Dehrynn Shepherd

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