Words of the Elves (Part 2)
“Do all elves truly have the same ears? Everything I see describes them the same way.”
He turns and looks at me, face as blank as ever. “Come.”
He leads the way, taking us past the young elf-girl and her flute, up onto the hill that overlooks the workers. They are the same each time I’ve seen them, working silently in the fields
“Look at them,” he tells me. “Look out at each and every one.”
I do my best to focus my blurry eyes on the elves before me and, sure enough, each one has different ears. Some are long and thin, some so small they would look human apart from the tiny sharp point
I look across at the elder. “They’re all different.”
His eyes rest on his people. “Just as we are different, so are our ears. An elf’s ears are part of them, and we are all individual.”
My hands brush against my own. “I’ve always worried that mine are somehow wrong… they’re not like how they’re usually described.”
He lets out a harsh laugh. “Do not trust the writings and art of humans, it’ll only lead you down the wrong path.”
A smile crosses my face and I relax, feeling the warm sun on my skin, watching the ever-working people down below. A thought occurs to me
“Do they always work like this?” I ask. “Always gathering and harvesting. It’s all I’ve ever seen of them.”
Only his lips move as he speaks. “During this time, yes. When the work is done it will be a joyous time of feasts and celebration, but for now, we work.”