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.
I love your explanation of the rain cycle. Trickle has an important job ahead of her.
ReplyDeletejabblog; thank you, Trickle is very pleased as this is what she had been hoping for.
DeleteIn ancient times in Narnia, life was very different. Running water always seemed to play a peaceful melody. However, if citizens lied, they received something akin to the very opposite of a medal from the speaker of the parliament house. Cords were wrapped around the liar's arms and legs and on a legal paper, the accused would be described as false and damnable.
ReplyDeleteYorkshire Pudding; excellent work. I think I am glad I never lived in Narnia.
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ReplyDeleteTrickle does indeed have an important job. I hope Skeldor never returns.
Elephant's Child; Trickle does have an important job, but she is very good at what she does. Skeldor is wicked and will never return, fitting in well with the humans he is now living with.
DeleteThat's a good one R. Enjoyed it with your good description.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; thank you.
DeleteLove the water´s way especially! Clever.
ReplyDeleteIris; thank you. Water is one of my favourite things.
DeleteI dreamed of water tonight... And! I will watch Supernatural today, I got it out for you, see here.
DeleteTrickle must have been born for this honor, considering her name!
ReplyDeleteVal; I think you are right!
DeleteThe human world. Could be strange world for an elf. Or a lease an adventure.
ReplyDeleteDora; the human world is strange and Skeldor the Elf fits right in.
DeleteI really enjoyed this story. Good for Gruffin, not stopping until he had the truth.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; thank you, the elves and the underground seem to be much better at finding truths and keeping peace than the human world
DeleteI like your tale, hints of Lord of the Rings and othe stories I read, but all your own.
ReplyDeleteCharlotte; thank you.
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