Damn you people are hard to please.
Jun. 18th, 2004 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansI'm sort of writing a story. It hasn't gone far yet. But it's a beginning. Maybe it's funny.
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Sil hated being an elf. It's not that he wanted be human, or even worse, a dwarf. He just didn't like being an elf. If there was a way to not be an elf, Sil looked for it. Trouble was, most of them involved pain, mutilation, surrendering to the Dark Side or a combination of the three.
And he certainly didn't want to be a goblin. They had it worst. No one liked goblins. Not even goblins like goblins. Part of why they're fighting all the time. Kind of like humans.
Sil had several reasons for despising being an elf. For one, he was really good at it. He had the excellent eyesight, not to mention the hearing. Sil seemed to float on snow where others would leave very shallow tracks. He got the archery thing down pat. But he didn't enjoy it.
For one thing, elves were the biggest conformists Sil had had the misfortune of living with. They knew what humans thought of them. Elves thrived on being "mysterious." Sil hated it. To him it was a huge farce. The way they lived, for example.
The wood elves lived in caves. The actual elves who lived in trees were the snottish of the lot. The elves that lived in an actual city had an obsession with fluted halls so their singing would sound better. And they also nanced about in trees.
To Sil it made no sense.
Here were a set of elves who ran around in woods during the day, and even the night, but they always returned to a set of caves. Why not just grow a beard and call yourself a dwarf, Sil would think. Naturally the caves were basic, musty, had too many dark corridors and secret entrances that were the bane of the elf king's attempt to keep his sultry daughters away from Men. Elf-maidens were always running off to "fall in love" with a mortal. They seemed to think it was "romantic."
There was little point to actually living in the trees. It doesn't make a person "one" with nature. Why not just grow a tail and call yourself a squirrel, Sil would think. Tree huts didn't make them any better. Tree huts are high maintainence. One bad gust and there are ten leaks, and not a warm corner in the whole thing. Plus the neighbors get annoyed if you get up in the middle of the night to take a leak of the side of the platform.
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I haven't quite figured out the rest of Sil's name. Sil is just the start of it. Something elvish certainly.
Fin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sil hated being an elf. It's not that he wanted be human, or even worse, a dwarf. He just didn't like being an elf. If there was a way to not be an elf, Sil looked for it. Trouble was, most of them involved pain, mutilation, surrendering to the Dark Side or a combination of the three.
And he certainly didn't want to be a goblin. They had it worst. No one liked goblins. Not even goblins like goblins. Part of why they're fighting all the time. Kind of like humans.
Sil had several reasons for despising being an elf. For one, he was really good at it. He had the excellent eyesight, not to mention the hearing. Sil seemed to float on snow where others would leave very shallow tracks. He got the archery thing down pat. But he didn't enjoy it.
For one thing, elves were the biggest conformists Sil had had the misfortune of living with. They knew what humans thought of them. Elves thrived on being "mysterious." Sil hated it. To him it was a huge farce. The way they lived, for example.
The wood elves lived in caves. The actual elves who lived in trees were the snottish of the lot. The elves that lived in an actual city had an obsession with fluted halls so their singing would sound better. And they also nanced about in trees.
To Sil it made no sense.
Here were a set of elves who ran around in woods during the day, and even the night, but they always returned to a set of caves. Why not just grow a beard and call yourself a dwarf, Sil would think. Naturally the caves were basic, musty, had too many dark corridors and secret entrances that were the bane of the elf king's attempt to keep his sultry daughters away from Men. Elf-maidens were always running off to "fall in love" with a mortal. They seemed to think it was "romantic."
There was little point to actually living in the trees. It doesn't make a person "one" with nature. Why not just grow a tail and call yourself a squirrel, Sil would think. Tree huts didn't make them any better. Tree huts are high maintainence. One bad gust and there are ten leaks, and not a warm corner in the whole thing. Plus the neighbors get annoyed if you get up in the middle of the night to take a leak of the side of the platform.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I haven't quite figured out the rest of Sil's name. Sil is just the start of it. Something elvish certainly.
Fin.
