The Quest For Aureole
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III
My Elfkin Family
Time passed and as the dangers passed with it, Life became good once more, simple. My story begins here during this carefree time between disasters. The time when the land was flourishing, once again and our days were filled with wonder.
My elfkin parents were never certain where they got the idea to call me Laurel, my name during those carefree elfkin days living in the Hollow among them. I never questioned it much then, children seldom do. Whether I was named for the tree or the elder tree for me, or perhaps some other force of nature, it was just so. However, Yew that was their last name and thus, it was that I became known as Laurie-u. My Mother was named Merry and the name suited her. She was jolly and stout, laughed a lot and smiled a lot and always found the good in everyone and the silver lining in every cloud. She seemed to always be giving and doing. Yet, just every once in awhile, she would get moody. She'd tell me she was only thinking. She would be like this until she caught me watching her and then she would force herself to smile, sing me a song and somehow from somewhere, she would return to her sunny self again. I remember her and her songs vividly and always will. She taught me to play the lute, to sing, to smile and to accept all and everyone on their own terms and in their own time. But, most of all she taught me to find the joy and to laugh, as often and as much as I could.
My Father, Astoria was much the same way, but, a bit more serious, perhaps. He would tell us tales of long ago and his philosophies on everything from the birth and death of a rose to the lore and the history of the entire elfkin race. We would love to sit around the fire and listen to him spin his yarns of magic and mystery for hours. I learned much and most importantly, how to be a good listener.
I had a brother too, who shared in all of this. His name was Mirth. He was their real son and came to them two years after I did. He had little imagination, and unlike my elfkin parents was very slight, fair haired and fair skinned. He had the bluest eyes I have ever seen and a disposition to match. Sometimes I wished he had inherited a bit more of my Mother's sunny optimism. However, he seemed to have blended my Mother's quiet moods with my Father's philosophical side. Often I thought Mirth, a most unsuitable name for such a very serious young elf. Yet, it was he who seemed to see something in me, I did not understand, not then anyway.
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