Post by nothingtosee on Nov 2, 2020 9:49:24 GMT -5
11. 1. 1384
It was a strange feeling, to be asked about E. V. right after introducing myself. To think that that would ever be the first thing outsiders would associate with the People of Cormanthor.
Of course, I have heard the whispers, and I know some few of us would listen. It is true, in a way, that was the other half of reasons I left Velenthuil those years ago, the one half that was not just personal frustrations about decisions that cannot be unmade. It used to be so simple to dismiss that foolish notion as something that was neither here nor there. Eliminate the human race? While we had our hands full just protecting our own sacred sites from much worse and much more imminent threats, both them and us turning our beloved forests into a death trap? Even more ridiculous after the Retreat. Few would even ever get to the point of debating whether there was any way to consider Deepingfolk as a pest. It is true, Velenthuil has always been secluded, with the outside world far away to most, in their daily lives, and to most of the others limited to trade with Highmoon or dealing with the local Deepingfolk. And why hate those? They live by the Compact. Their fondness of their Laughing Princess makes them almost adorable, like awed children.
But things have changed. It is no longer neither here nor there, whether Eltragrim was wrong. While the City lay in ruins and those who remained were fighting over every square inch of it with their claws and teeth, his memory was not to be dishonoured. But the question of what the City of Song should become under Ilsevele suddenly presents a dilemma that we never had the courage to even hope for or worry about. I would never consider changing places like Velenthuil or Arulem here for that matter. I do not wish for the peace of a place like Lake Eredruie to be disturbed. But to open up Myth Drannor again, turn it into that lighthouse of hope that it was for centuries, and was it worth it? Would we do it all over again, if it meant doing it ALL over again? And would I be ready to make up my mind, if it was for me to chose? Much of the world remains mystery.
It was a strange feeling, to be asked about E. V. right after introducing myself. To think that that would ever be the first thing outsiders would associate with the People of Cormanthor.
Of course, I have heard the whispers, and I know some few of us would listen. It is true, in a way, that was the other half of reasons I left Velenthuil those years ago, the one half that was not just personal frustrations about decisions that cannot be unmade. It used to be so simple to dismiss that foolish notion as something that was neither here nor there. Eliminate the human race? While we had our hands full just protecting our own sacred sites from much worse and much more imminent threats, both them and us turning our beloved forests into a death trap? Even more ridiculous after the Retreat. Few would even ever get to the point of debating whether there was any way to consider Deepingfolk as a pest. It is true, Velenthuil has always been secluded, with the outside world far away to most, in their daily lives, and to most of the others limited to trade with Highmoon or dealing with the local Deepingfolk. And why hate those? They live by the Compact. Their fondness of their Laughing Princess makes them almost adorable, like awed children.
But things have changed. It is no longer neither here nor there, whether Eltragrim was wrong. While the City lay in ruins and those who remained were fighting over every square inch of it with their claws and teeth, his memory was not to be dishonoured. But the question of what the City of Song should become under Ilsevele suddenly presents a dilemma that we never had the courage to even hope for or worry about. I would never consider changing places like Velenthuil or Arulem here for that matter. I do not wish for the peace of a place like Lake Eredruie to be disturbed. But to open up Myth Drannor again, turn it into that lighthouse of hope that it was for centuries, and was it worth it? Would we do it all over again, if it meant doing it ALL over again? And would I be ready to make up my mind, if it was for me to chose? Much of the world remains mystery.