Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by  Elephant's Child and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. ancient 2. life 3. water 4. melody 5. lied 

and/or: 

1. medal 2. speaker 3. cords 4. paper 5. false

Here is my story:

The speaker, Gruffin, pulled the cords that held back the reed curtains to reveal the carved rock on which sat a small medallion. It had been found centuries ago at the bottom of a babbling brook, the chain attached to it had snagged on a tree root.

He spoke then of the Elf Skeldor who had found it, how he had lied and said it was a special gift from the underworld, his false words ringing throughout the grotto as he proclaimed his new status as Elf leader.

Gruffin himself had then gone to the underworld, travelling the tunnels for many days to reach the dugout where the underworld King reigned. They had spoken for a very long time with Gruffin reminding him of the peace and trust between the tribes.

Brollo agreed the peace had been most welcome and also stated that Skeldor had never come to him nor had he ever seen this medallion. Skeldor’s words were as paper in a fire. Worthless.

Gruffin now spoke of how Skeldor had escaped any punishment by running to the human world, but the medallion had been left behind and since then had been worn by one Elf each year as they lived beside that same babbling brook and tended the ancient life force as the water sang its melody while making its way over the rocks and pebbles towards the sea where it would be again renewed, to travel via rain clouds back to the mountains that it came from.

A hush now fell over the gathered Elves as they waited for the new medallion wearer to be named. He turned his bearded face towards the younger Elves and called for Trickle to step forward and have the medallion placed around her neck.