Deedlit is looking for someone

About me:

Deedlit is a high elf who comes from the Forest of No Return, her peoples' homeland, where they reside in solitude. This solitude comes in part because typically a meeting between a high elf and another of the races results in conflict,[1] due to the high elves having a tendency to treat the member of the other races other as children. This stems from the fact that high elves are considered immortal, yet other races have much shorter life spans, and even dark elves and mirror elves only live to be 1,000[2]). Deedlit is a special figure among her race because she is the last high elf to be born within the last 1,000 years, being just about 160 years old. She is considered, as a result of her rare status, to be the last hope for the high elven people to prosper and flourish once more. She received the best education from her mentors in her homeland, including how to wield a blade, as well as how to cast shaman magic to harness the power of spirits. Deedlit was restless in her homeland, and decided that staying there was simply a very slow path to extinction. Because of that, she left the forest, seeking out the "Tree of Truth", a means to find out how to help her people to become something more than what they are in their reserved state. She believes she has found it in the form of Parn She is the one who tells Parn and Etoh to return to their village to go and do battle with the goblin clan, which results in Parn's secret exile from the village, but starts him on his journey. Deedlit does not actually meet Parn until the second episode, where she scolds him for even considering practicing his swordsmanship on a tree, before she shows him the spirits within all things. Due to Deedlit's mutually returned infatuation and romantically inclined relationship with Parn, the two become close very quickly. She does tend to get jealous of Shiris, who makes passes at Parn, something that he does not notice. She is relieved when Parn makes his love for her publicly apparent on several occasions, which shames and publicly embarrasses Shiris, resulting in her taking it out on Orson. Though typically saving Parn himself early on in the series, things take a turn when the dark wizard Wagnard finds out that in order to resurrect Kardis, the goddess of destruction, he will need both the Scepter of Domination and the essence of a high elf, due to their immortality. His choice of which high elf to use as a sacrifice falls upon Deedlit, as she is the only high elf who is not within the Forest of No Return. In the end, Deedlit is saved by Parn and in a dramatic closing, the two of them leave the holy city of Valis for destinations unknown, though it is possible their journey is to go in search of Woodchuck, who was possessed by Karla the Grey Witch. My Song Way, way back, in times long gone, There lived a little elf. He had no friends to speak of, He kept mostly to himself. This little elf, though lonely, Was too scared to make a friend. For his little ears forgot to point, And curved around instead. He thought the other elves would laugh, To see such curvy ears. So our friend, the Lonesome Elf, Spent many nights in tears. "Why can't I look like other elves?" Our poor, wee friend bemoaned, "I'm sure I could be popular, And well loved," he groaned. "Instead I have these stupid ears, That do not look quite right. I'm sure the others laugh at me, And leave me out in spite." As time went by, the friendless elf, Grew bitter, mad, and sullen. He did not try to make things right, But found new gripes to dwell on. "My feet are big, my eyes too small, My hair a grotesque shade. And I declare," the elf exclaimed, "I'm shrinking every day!" This went on for weeks and weeks, Though he grumbled without a sound. And as the sun rose new each day, Another fault was found. Now once or twice another elf, Approached the little grump, And invited him to play with them, Behind a willow stump. But the little elf, distrustfully, Declined to go and play, So the other elves stopped asking, And kept well out of his way. A younger elf, a boy called Pip, Asked his older friends, "Why won't that elf play with us, He mopes, but to what end?" "He's nothing but a stuck-up brat", The largest elf replied, "We've everyone approached him, It's not as if we haven't tried." "He's grouchy," said another elf, "And thinks only of himself." And with that they all flew off, Except the Smallest Elf. With timid steps, he steeled himself, And addressed the Lonesome Elf. "Excuse me, but the others left, I'm here all by myself." Before the older elf could speak. And tell the pest to leave, The Smallest Elf sat next to him, And a sigh he heaved. "It isn't fair, the others think That just because I'm small, I can't do some things properly, And others, not at all!" The Lonesome Elf said scornfully, "Then why, pray, hang around?, Why play with elves who hate you?" And the Smallest Elfy frowned. "Because they are my friends," he said, "Even though they're sometimes mean, I know they do not mean it, And together we're a team." "We do not always get along, Occasionally we fight. But if I'm in a bit of strife, I know I'll be all right." "How is that?" the grouch replied, His voice held disbelief. "Because we care, and love each other, And help in times of grief." "I do not think it likely, For they're never kind to me," The Lonesome Elf said sadly. Cried the other elf, "Don't you see!" "The others try to let you join, But you just turn away. They think you do not like them, And feel hurt that you won't play." Surprised, the Lonesome Elf exclaimed, "But they laugh at my odd ears!" The Smallest Elf looked amazed, "They've been envious for years!" "They think it would be oh so grand, To have such ears as yours. In fact," he cried, "they wish that they Could be like you more!" A creeping blush bloomed on the face, Of the elf who once had thought, That no one would accept him, And friendship had not sought. He mused a while in silence, Whilst the sparrows sang their song, And after a moment, thoughtfully, Admitted he'd been wrong. "I guess", he said, "that I'm the one, Who did not like my ears. It's my fault that I have no friends," He mumbled, close to tears. The Smallest Elf was kind at heart, And took him by the hand. "My friends are all forgiving, And I'm sure they'll understand." So the two elves went to find the group, And all it was explained, Then forgotten instantaneously, As they started another game. And through the years, the Lonesome Elf, Became a happy soul. So wise and compassionate was he, That all he would console. And then if ever he could see, That someone was left out, He'd put his arm around them, And tell them all about, The time when he had worried so, About what others thought. How it all had been worked out, And the lessons he'd been taught. So if you ever feel that you Are lacking in some way, Remember our little Lonesome Elf, And take the time to say, "I am a worthwhile person, And I do deserve to be, Someone who is happy, Because I am great, I'm me!" fantasy layout powered by HOTFreeLayouts.com / MyHotComments . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .* . . . . . . . . . . .*. . . . . . . ** * . . . . .. . . . . .*** . . * . . ***** . . . . . . . . . . .** . . **. . . . .* . . . . . . . . . . ***.*. . *. . . . .* . . . . . . . . . .****. . . .** . . . ****** . . . . . . . . . ***** . . . .**.*. . . . . ** . . . . . . . . .*****. . . . . **. . . . . . *.** . . . . . . . ..****. . . . . .*. . . . . . * . . . . . . . .******. . . . .*. . . . . * . . . *........******* . . .*. . . . .* . .***.........********. . . . . * .*****.........***** . *** *******. . . . . . . . .** .*******. . . . . . . . * . ******. . . . . . . . * * . ..****... . . . . . .** . . . .**.....*. . . . . * . . . . .****.*. . . .* . . . *******. .*. .* . . .*******. . . *. . . .*****. . . . * . . .**. . . . . .* . . .*. . . . . . **.* . . . . . . . . . ** . . . . . . . . .* . . . . . . . . .* . . . . . . . . .* . . . . . . . . * . . . . . . . . * . . . . . . . . * . . . . . . . . * . . . . . . . . *