fiction!.The Sword of Aviondore (I) original in English by

fiction!. The Sword of Aviondore (I) original in English by Colleen Thomas [Note from Translator that in this installment there is not a single sex scene, so, if it What they are looking for is something super hot, they are not going to find it (plus it is not a story It should be read in 5 minutes, I think). If, on the other hand, they enjoy reading, and eroticism and science fiction (in this case, if you like the Lord of the Rings), and above all, they are patient, I think they might like it. Please don't Keep quiet about this story: if you like it or if you found it Boring to the extreme, let me know. By the way, why isn't there a category science fiction? If anyone else likes this type of stories, I invite you to write and for us to open the initiative for such a section] This blade will bring death and pain to your enemies My Queen. In one of his descendants will never know defeat. However, omen that one day, far away even in the minds of the Elves, he will carry out the end of the Aviondore line. DonAu Tuvervain, court seer during Angrost's presentation to Queen Shalima Aviondore, in the first age. The faint gray light of dawn could not yet penetrate the wall of branches. A figure moved along the path that ran through the forest obscured with such grace and ease that even the animals of the forest did not They noticed her passing. She was tall and slender and moved with a determined step, appear without fear of falling or getting lost. As the light slowly begins to filter Among the wall of leaves his shape became more distinct, but still he seemed so part of the natural world that only an attentive observer could have known. T'larin stopped at the edge of a small valley and He carefully studied the open area. I knew this forest like only an elf I could meet him. The Elf race was the one that lived the longest before the face of Talor and Tlarin were no longer young even by their standards. Only death for Illness or misfortune prevented them from being immortal. Slow to anger and experiencing other emotions were considered distant and cold by men. Still, the warm-blooded elf temptress was popular in their myths and songs, since the elves were an enchantingly beautiful people. Tlarin was typical of her people; tall and light with delicate features and length light hair. His skin was soft and carried the blue tone of the northern tribes. more than the yellow-green of the people of Sylvan. Little disposed to anger and to friendship, she was considered cold and proud even by her own people. It was what expected of a queen's daughter. Elven society was dichotomous in that Men had the power, but the lineage was passed down through the mother's side. This area had once been the pasture area between the Nero Larta or River that Sings in the common language of men, and the agile Se Larta or Falling River. Men considered this forest to be old and They said enchanted forest. Most of them would not dare cross it unless that they had an absolute need. For the Elves no forest represented some fear and the trees of this one were young for those of the race imperishable It was now called the Westermark and was claimed by the king of Silverwood. The move was premature in the opinion of many elves since that none of the great silver-leafed Talthas trees had reached the maturity in this area. The king had made such a move for reasons other than nature, although he acknowledged this only to a handful of his most trusted advisors. nearby. T'larin had been chosen to be the explorer of the new lands by the king, partly because of his intimate knowledge of the area, but more for his better understanding of the situation outside the elven kingdoms. Whom This bright morning in the peaceful woods allowed herself to have dark thoughts regarding that situation. The Orcs of the Iron Dust Mountains were crowding for war against the young human kingdoms scattered throughout the coast. The battles had already begun in the north, from where T'larin and his people they came from. Here in the south raids by of orcs and other malevolent creatures in just a few months. The addition of this area was intended to create a barrier to Silverwood. It would also allow the Elves cut off the direct line of retreat of the orc raid groups without having They have to declare themselves directly allies of humans. While the hate between elves and orcs was as old as time itself, especially the elves silver were still very cautious in relation to men. They had fought in numerous border wars with the men who lived in the valley of the NeroLarta in previous years. That was an old story for the men who now lived there, but barely a blink had passed in the long memories of the elves. Tlarin was not of the silver elves; his people were the northern high elves and had already created such advances to protect Aslaheim, your home. It was for this reason that she had been chosen as the supreme explorer. above others with better contacts with the throne. Aladar, king of the elves silver, he hoped that he would carry out his mission without involving the elves in the war that was approaching. Tlarin suspected that there was a much greater force of the badly leading the orcs and that soon all races would be involved. He kept this fear to himself, however, knowing it would be stupid. proclaim it without evidence. Many of their northern brothers felt that Kalouth, the great imposter stood up once more. Tlarin was just a child when her father had led the army of Aslaheim to help the allied men and women. north coast dwarves. Kalouth's forces had been crushed and their great tower had collapsed, but even the most powerful wizards had been unable to destroy the cornerstone. Regarding Kalouth, there had been no trace or rumor for ages and ages, until men forgot and the dwarves They incorporated it into their legends. Only the elves remembered him as the threat that was. Now rumors came that the dark tower had risen again, but they were rumors, nothing more, since no good creature had put a foot in the Forbidden Valley in every era since the tower was destroyed. She considered these things as the sun slowly It warmed her face and she trembled as she felt a chill pass through her. a stranger. A rabbit carefully approached the small bank and took a drink while the birds fluttered among the trees. They didn't notice her, partly because it was so harmonized with nature, but also because its appearance. He was wearing a white archer's shirt, which was open at the neck showing an almost irreverent amount of her bust. Her green tights They were inside his worn brown boots. These boots had been made in Silverwood and had a minor spell that allowed the user to move silently over any terrain. His cloak was also of elven craftsmanship. and he had a spell that allowed him to blend into any place. Around His waist had a wide leather belt from which several bags hung and his sword. A simple leather band with carefully crafted elven runes of protection She kept her blonde hair behind. Tlarin sighed and leaned on his bow. I had no rope now and he used it to walk, but he could string the powerful bow in an instant and shoot an arrow from the quiver hanging on his shoulder at an enemy. I didn't expect There was no danger here, but something was bothering him, an almost tangible feeling of threat was in the air. He moved towards the stream and took a big drink of the fresh water before leaving once again. There were many miles left to reach the small enclave where her scouts were to meet her tonight. He had walked for about an hour when he stopped suddenly and opened her eyes in wonder. Before her was a sprout of Thaltas. It only had a blade or two but it was almost his height. It was a good omen and for a while the feeling of terror left him. The Se'Larta was called the Falling River by men. You They gave the name because it descended in a series of spectacular falls through the Ergos Mountains and ran is a slight crescendo to join the mighty river that Sings, who traveled kilometers and kilometers until finally reaching the sea in the port city of Waterdown. The SeLarta could safely be crossed in only two places in its long route and therefore formed a barrier effective. The first was the King's Pass near the foot of the mountains, and the The second was the Paso de la Reina a few kilometers above the massive Eagle Falls, the last fall of the river before joining the other. Over the past few months the orc raiding parties had descended from the Ergos mountains and crossed the King's Pass, advancing between the trees they had cut down in the riverbed and crossed through the Passage of the Queen to plunder the villages of men on the eastern side of the Singing River. The orcs left damage in their wake that would take the forests years to repair. They seemed to delight in killing living things and damaging any beauty they found. they will bump into each other Two months earlier, T'larin had located his base just above of Paso del Rey when he first arrived. She and a few explorers They had driven off the orcs and laid ambushes with such brutal efficiency It seemed that the orcs were now avoiding the pass and taking the long way. This had the effect of leaving them exposed to the cavalry of the men in the long march back and there had been numerous bloody encounters. The orcs could not ride because all the animals hated them and this made them humans an advantage when fighting them because the horses could move more far and fast on the plains. It was in this way that the silver elves decided to help the men of the valley more than helping them in battle. They were also made of long view when men crossed their lands to reach the front of a orc raid group. The men were respectful of the forest, they did not cut trees or branches and they only made small bonfires. They had learned a long time Before the elves watched the forests and took a dim view of anyone who thought to change or damage the enchanted forest. This evening, Tlarin sat before a large bonfire and He nodded his head while Colfinin, the bard, told the story of DaMiel the elf princess who fell in love with the human hero Cardan. The story was very ancient and to the taste of the elves it was very tragic. Tlarin was exhausted by the Long trip and I wasn't in the mood for this one. In the story, DaMiel was incapable to resolve his love for a human and the disdain of his peers. She had took his life by jumping from the Eagle Falls or so the legends said. legends. The sense of impending doom would not leave Tlarin, and he wished he had requested a happy story for that night. I was really happy when RalNirThronin busily approached her and whispered that she was needed in the passed. Ral was his constant companion and bodyguard. Old man even for the elves he had been present at the founding of Aslaheim in a a time so remote that most elves do not remember it. I had loved one time, but his wife and children had been killed by orcs during the first Orc war. He had been away with the army helping men and dwarves and He never forgave the lesser races for that. It had changed after that and it was considered cruel and dangerous by everyone who knew him. Ral seemed to love few things in the world, neither forests nor the sea, but he deeply loved T'larin was the daughter of his best friend. When Tlarin and Ral reached the pass, she found many of the guards hidden and attentively observing the open area through river. In the darkness the leaves of the trees hid any movement but the sounds of battle were very evident. There were screams in the language common of men and in the animal language of the orcs. Tlarin strung his bow and shot an arrow even without perceiving any target. The sounds of combat faded into darkness and everything was suddenly in silence. After a few minutes his sharp eyes caught movement in the bush. A human woman in dark red armor staggered through the trees. He held a sword in his hand, broken about 10 centimeters from the hilt. His Another arm kept him at his side, but T'larin could not determine if the injured It was the side or the arm with insufficient light. He staggered and threw away his sword, dragging himself the last steps to the river bank. The human sank her head into the cold water, and When he got up to breathe he looked right into Tlarin's eyes. Tlarin he felt his breath catch in his throat; the girl's eyes were brightly green. Her hair was a deep red; even the one He was wet and had a deep cut on his forehead from which blood. Red hair was unknown to elves, blonde being the predominant in the northern people and black among the silver elves. The distance could not exceed 80 steps, but Tlarin was sure that the woman could not see her; However it felt like the girl was just looking through his. A movement in the bush behind her made the woman shake her head. and break the spell. Four large orcs entered the clearing and one of them spoke. The language was vile and barbaric, but like most Tlarin elves it understood. "I said you, watch her run," "Yes Grunmesha, I can be second to her," the older one growled. big. "See her first, I should go first," answered the caller. Grunmesha. The largest one hit him in the mouth and then turned toward the woman. His His hand went to his side and pulled a knife from the tattered sheath. If this It bothered the orcs, they made no sign. "Put the knife down woman, we're not going to hurt you, no," he growled. the largest in common. "Yes, let's give you the best feeling of your life," said another and everyone laughed. The orcs were a prolific and rapacious race. They could cross with almost all humanoid races, producing offspring that were generally as horrifying and malevolent like themselves. Occasionally mating produced a son who could pass for one of the mother's race and these children They were highly valued by the orcs as spies and infiltrators. The truth is that no woman ever derived pleasure from such an encounter; the orcs were brutal and they didn't care one bit about their victims. They were also exceptionally great and many women died in the experience. The girl seemed unsure of what to do, she was obviously very Weak enough to fight four of them, but she seemed ready to try. He tried to get up, but fell back with a sob. The orcs laughed and They surrounded him, but he seemed too weak to even move again. Tlarin was torn between wanting to help and exposing her few archers to what could be a considerable force of orcs. If I had been a man there would not have been intervened, if the orcs had gone to kill he might not have done it, but When the leader began to take off the disgusting cloth that covered his bow, he seemed act for himself. The arrow crossed the short distance with a sound buzzing to bury itself in the orc's neck. The other elves acted agreement with their leader and in moments the four orcs were dead, so full of arrows that looked like huge birds. The woman looked up weakly, his eyes incredulous and then he fainted. T'larin was already moving before the last cloud of arrows You will find your goal. He splashed in the frozen river and fought against the agile stream as the water quickly rushed over his waist. Part His mind was questioning what he was doing, but he ignored the small voice and clenched his fingers. teeth against the cold. He was leaving when a small orc entered the clearing. saw her in the exact moment she saw him. Before he could even think, the The orc let out a squawking cry and ran back into the trees, pursued by by a swarm of arrows. There was no time to think now; your body and mind They reacted without conscious thought. He moved to the human's side only to find her unconscious. She was not a big woman because human women They barely weighed more than five to seventy kilos, but that was very heavy for them. Tlarin, who was almost 1.80 meters tall but weighed only about fifty kilos. Tlarin He stopped and managed to put the woman on his shoulder. When he got up, he hesitated and almost fell. The life of a vigilante had made him strong and athletic, but the weight The girl's death was a heavy burden. Stumbled towards the frozen river feeling that his breath began to burn in his lungs. As he moved with effort through the water, his legs They quickly went numb. A cloud of arrows whizzed overhead and he heard growls and howls of rage behind him. An arrow hit the water near her, but he ignored her and continued fighting against the icy water. I was beginning to hesitate when she heard several splashes behind her. The orcs followed her into the river and A cold fear filled her. He suddenly felt a burst of energy return to her sleeping thighs. The burst of adrenaline took her to the shore, where He unceremoniously deposited the girl's weight and turned on his feet. heels. The beautifully sculpted sword he carried clattered against the sheath and It sat comfortably in his hand. The blade was ancient even for his race. Forged in the First Age for the Orc Wars had been carried by his great-great-grandmother in the defense of Aslaheim and for his father when Kalouth's power had been broken. Orcs, trolls, and men evil beyond count had fallen before the fury of the blade in the dark past. The blade glowed with a cold blue fire that It gave some light in the gathering darkness. Charms had been placed in it while it was forged. No other sword had been forged ever with such skill and care and remained at the pinnacle of the art of the manufacture of weapons. The ability to make swords like that had been vanished long ago when dragons and orcs sacked Midrand and the great blacksmith perished. The orcs in the stream, who had been almost at their When he turned around, his heels fell back in panic. Even the Centuries had not diminished his fear and loathing of the sword called Angrost, the Destroyer of Orcs. The orcs turned and staggered away from each other. another and stumbling in the cold water. The arrows that hit them from the shadows had inflamed them, but seeing the Orc Destroyer naked and resplendent replaced anger with terror. Tlarin smiled when he returned sheath the sword Ral emerged from the shadow of the trees with a smile on his face. face and an almost empty quiver. The opposite bank was full of corpses and she wondered if it was all of them. "The next time Milady Captain decides to play the hero I hope he lets his poor subordinates know it. A quiver is not enough, it seems, to get her out of trouble," he said, indicating the only arrow that was left in the quiver. The tone was reproachful, Ral had promised keep her safe when her father had agreed to let her go from Aslaheim. Tlarin knew better, that no elf hated the orcs with the implacable, timeless hatred that Ral had for them. "Next time you can play the hero and I will give fire covered" Tlarin replied once he managed to breathe again. "And what about her?" Ral said, pushing the woman's shoulder. with the toe of his boot. His disdain for humans was almost as strong as the hatred he had towards orcs. It was everything men expected from a elfin, haughty, arrogant and distant. T'larin understood his feelings; never He had had a lot of contact with men. Those I had known were furry and wild, totally unrefined and insultingly familiar and obsequious, they could not be trusted. His brother had killed a man in a mourning for having seen her when she was a simple girl. Learning from the episode, her father had kept her well away from the courtrooms when the men went. "Take her to my platform. Send couriers to bring quivers Fresh and double your guard here tonight. The orcs are steeling themselves if they intend to beat us at the pass. All these events give me a bad feeling sensation". "I've felt it too. There's something in the wind, on the tip of the language of the animals of the forest, but I cannot yet hear their words" "Ral, I sense that a great evil is approaching. Send emails to Silverwood and calls the guard. Call all the guards and watch the passage with special care". "Have you had a vision Tlarin?" "No, I don't have the gift of foresight like my mother, it's just a sensation that disturbs me so much that I have to obey him". "Should we tend to this one's wounds?" "No, I'll take care of her, it's my problem," Tlarin said quickly. When the elder elf saw her questioning her, she smiled, "My just reward for playing the hero." Tlarin was exhausted as she climbed the stairs that would take her to the platform that functioned as his home. I had seen the girl transported in a litter and had stayed with his men until the second guard He came with arrows and fresh eyes. The hurried walk to their camp It seemed to last forever and she found herself worrying about the girl even though she didn't. found a reason why.