Author's Note: This is an original story in connection with the other original novel that I have written—but you don't need to read that to understand this. It is about Elves! And I'll be editing this story again shortly, so it may change a little.

Atlantan and Alolindin

Clanara Alolindin stood on her balcony and stared out at the sea. Loving her as all creation loved an Elf, and wanting to please her, a small breeze from the sea skipped out from over the waters and swirled onto her balcony and into her rooms behind her. Below her, the musicians from her father's court, the Court of the Stars, played. They played, entertaining their guests from the Sun-Court, singing to Elolossae, and beseeching their charges the Stars to sing with them. Often would the Stars sing with the Elves, especially with their masters, the Star-Elves. When Alolindin looked up to the darkening sky, she saw the first bright hints of the Stars. Perhaps one would glow brighter than all the rest, and bring some sonorous melody to the denizens of the Ahal-Corodanya, the Sun-Elves who came to the realm of the Star-Elves to seek the counsel of their king, King Sidranai, and to find hope.

When Alolindin looked up, a sweet Star, a white Star, began to sing. Of course, she sang—Alolindin, her lady, was watching. And the Stars knew Alolindin, just as they knew Sidrenor her brother, so they knew that Alolindin, too, would have them sing for the Sun-Elves.

Just then the sea-breeze brought to Alolindin a pair of tumbling Sprites—one of the Water, sparkling Silver and blue, and the other of the Air, shimmering white and gold. Alolindin reached out and caught the Sprites out of the air, and they settled in her hands, warming her hands and adding their light to hers, the glow of the Elves that Elolossae had bestowed upon them. Alolindin looked down at the captured light in her hands, but she saw not the light, instead seeing a vision of evil once unknown to her, and unknown to every Elf and creature upon the Adulaicelensura.

She saw Sidrenor, her brother, sitting in a boat and gliding across the surface of the inland sea which linked the three kingdoms of Elves, the Kingdoms of the Sun, of the Moon, and of the Stars. He needed no paddle, nor any oar, for both wind and water were subservient to him and they both rejoiced to take him over the sea, over the sea to the Land of Many Waters. At the edges of the shore, Sidrenor stepped out and looked around, his fair elvish features stern and resolute. But in the face pale and glowing with the paleness of the light of the Stars, and in the eyes blue wrought in silver there was a hint of something altogether foreign to Alolindin. In a moment, Elolossae or one of his messengers told her; it was fear.

Sidrenor walked up the sandy shores of the island, taking from his cloak a crystal goblet. His feet touched verdant grasses and soon he passed between the trees which continually flowered with white and pale blue flowers. No matter what the season, their flowers were always in bloom, and the blooms were gathered and placed in vessels in the high courts of the three kingdoms. Their scent filled the air and their color and light were immortal, never failing or turning into any other hue, as most Elven flowers were wont. Yet, Sidrenor did not pause and look at the flowers of the trees, but his step did slow, as if his joy in his surroundings were too great and almost overwhelmed his purpose. His gait became halting and slow, and the hand that held the crystal goblet fell down to one side. Closing his eyes and shaking off a curious lethargy, Sidrenor walked forward, passing the Spring of Shadow, of Healing, of Wisdom, of Valiance; he passed this spring and many more, and he stood before the Spring called sometimes Immortality and sometimes Eternality and before the Spring of Power.

Hastily, Sidrenor cast himself on the ground next to the Spring of Power and drank, drank deeply, and drank twice the fill that Elolossae had given to any Elf, even more than the Mashiah himself had given in the beginning to Sidrenor's father, who was the King of the Stars and High-King of all of the Elves. When Sidrenor rose, he turned and knelt, about to plunge his goblet into the waters from the Spring of Immortality, a hand as fair as his own reached out and seized his wrist, stopping him. Where Sidrenor's hair was dark, this lady's hair was silvery white—what the Elves call sanara—and her eyes were silver and blue where his were now only blue.

"Sidrenor, son of Sidranai, unel-glinolin of the Court of the Stars, do not compound your error by taking from this Spring. Your error is great, because you have drunk Power, where Power was not given to you. Yet, because Elolossae is true, Power is now yours. But if you take from this Spring, without permission from the Lord of the Spring, you will get Immortality of a kind, but not of a sort that you can ever desire."

"You say I have Power," Sidrenor replied. "Elolossae would not give it to me, but I have taken it. Now, he surely will not give me my life, so I will take it, and I will take it for those I love. So keep your counsel, Sįl Úndolin."

"I am the Lady of Time, and of that part of time that has not yet come," Sįl Úndolin said, her voice deepening and filling out with power. "Any counsel I have is not mine to keep or give, it is Elolossae's."

"I want nothing of his," Sidrenor said. He then threw Sįl Úndolin away from him and took from his coat a Silver of Elven glass that twinkled like diamond. With it, he slit the throat of Sįl Úndolin, and her blood poured out, sickening and red against the green of the grass. Sidrenor plunged his hand into the Spring, and he drank from the cup. He plunged his hand in a second time and pulled out the crystal goblet, but he did not drink, and he left Sįl Úndolin on the grass and walked out of the grove. This time as Sidrenor left the grove, he gave no heed to flower or tree, neither could the beauty of that place touch heart or soul any longer.

A man stood, waiting between Sidrenor and his boat, and when the man saw Sidrenor, he took his sword out of his sheath. The man was dressed in shining white, with armor of silver, and Sidrenor knew he was no Elf. When he spoke, the skies thundered, and the ground shook so that Sidrenor lost his footing and fell upon the ground. And the cup fell out of the ground; the pure waters leaked out onto the sand.

The ground was moving, rising, shooting thousands of feet into the air. The earth cried in dismay, and the winds wailed in dismal confusion. When at last the earth stopped shaking, and the winds stopped howling and the light returned to the sky, the cup Sidrenor had brought rolled off the sandy cliff and fell three thousand feet and one into the great inland sea.

Sidrenor struggled to his feet as the angel approached, his sword glimmering in his hand. Sidrenor shouted, "My Liege, I have done your bidding, will you not now defend me?" And then, a host of the fallen angels were behind Sidrenor in great number. But the angel took from his side a trumpet. When he blew on the trumpet the heavens parted and a great light shone down onto the islands, and all of the Fallen fled before it.

"No one can defend you, now or at any time in the future," the angel spoke, his countenance flaming. "You have brought evil to this world and to your people, and for the rest of your days you will not hold the name Sidrenor, for you are no long a lord of anything of Elolossae's dominion. But, for the evil you have done to Sįl Úndolin, you will receive seven-fold pain." The angel struck Sidrenor down with his sword, lifted his body, and cast him over the cliff to fall into the waters below.

Alolindin tossed the Sprites back into the air and turned, seeing two persons behind her. One was in garments of pure white, and when Alolindin had turned he saluted her, saying, "Hail, servant of Elolossae." His companion, even less like an Elf than the angel, bowed to her, "May the peace of the Elolossae be with you, my lady." Shining with a great coldness, like blue light or flame, the Star walked forward and gave Alolindin his hand. "Clanara Alolindin, I weep with you for the grief that has come into your house. And I share it," he added. "For your brother was one of our lords whom we loved."

Now the angel bowed. "He yet lives, Clanara Alolindin—indeed, he is the living death and his evil has consumed a few of your people now. He will attempt to take what he has always desired, the kingdom of your father."

"The Sun-Elves bring word of his evil," Alolindin said, "but had I not journeyed with Sidrenor to many worlds from here to the glorious Starlit Sea, I would not know what 'evil' is. And now I know, for I have seen many things done for ill on the worlds of Men."

"From your brother you may yet see far worse things," the angel replied. "Even now he commits great evil against your people."

"Against my people?" Alolindin asked, puzzled. "He cannot steal our lives, nor may he take our souls. I know he has . . . hurt the Seer . . . ."

"You do not understand, my lady," the Star said kindly. "You still do not understand death and pain and war, for they do not exist here on the Adulaicelensura. But I have seen many things from my place in the heavens, many beautiful things and many ugly things. Your brother will learn from the Fallen and they will show him what evil they have wrought on other worlds, and he will create the same here, and try to cause as much pain as he may."

"Go to your father, Clanara Alolindin," the angel spoke. "Halowinelya, give to your lady the gift you came to give."

The Star picked up Alolindin's bow and quiver from where they hung on the wall. "In the past you used these for sport, you struck balls out of the air or hit targets. Now use this bow for a weapon against evil, lady." He handed the bow to Alolindin, but took the quiver and with glowing hands replaced the blunt arrowheads with ridged ones of a gleaming dark blue stones. "This will fell any evil creature," the Star said, putting the quiver on Alolindin's back. "Take this gift from the Stars, for these arrowheads are now touched with the slightest portion of the heart of one of the greatest among us." The Star bowed first his head, then his body, and vanished, leaving Alolindin alone with the angel.

"Blessed are you, servant of Elolossae," the angel said, touching her briefly on the forehead. "Run, now, to your father."

Alolindin obeyed, rushing out of her rooms, and running down the hall to the great staircase. She swiftly ran up the stairs to the highest part of her father's castle, where the great Dais stood. This room was not truly a room, but in the open air. Nine pillars of nine stones stood on the great floor towering upwards fifty feet into the air, and the Dais was in the side of the floor that faced the West. Night had fallen, and the only light that brightened the Dais was the light of the Stars and Moon above, and the light of a few Sprites which flew in the air on the opposite side of the Dais.

Yet Alolindin was an Elf and her sight was perfect, so she saw the figures on the far side of the Dais, saw that one leaned over the other, saw that one, whom she knew to be Sidrenor, had raised some large thing over his head, and now brought it down swiftly upon his victim.

Shock, all the more vile because Alolindin had only one in a thousand years felt this emotion, rushed through her painfully. She vanquished it with a thought, lifted her bow, and drew out an arrow. Then, unexpectedly, the Sprites came together in a funnel of light—with yellow, green, blue, white, silver, and gold swirling in an angry cyclone. Light blossomed from them, hundreds of times brighter than their individual glow. The light was almost too much for Alolindin's eyes, yet it was too much for Sidrenor's, and he cried out, shielding his eyes with his arm. He staggered back, away from whatever evil he wrought, tumbling off the southern side of the Dais, away from Alolindin. She heard his sword clatter on the floor next to the Dais, and then knew Sidrenor's purpose.

Silently, Alolindin ran across the floor, slipping past the pillar of lazuli stone and leaping soundlessly onto the Dais. The Sprites still hovered above the body of Sidrenor's victim, shielding him from further harm. When Alolindin's eyes passed over the body, she was not this time shocked to know that Sidrenor's victim was none other than his father and hers, King Sidranai. Sidrenor crouched at the edge of the Dais, blinking and shaking his head, it was obvious that his sight was damaged.

"Thief," Alolindin called out to him, stringing her bow. "Will you steal the gift that Lai'nalo-glinolin, the chief of Elolossae's host, gave to our King? It belongs to Sidranai alone. No other may claim the throne of the Unel-Aradayna, the Court of the Stars."

"I may be a thief, my sister," Sidrenor responded, sounding weary. (Have I ever heard that in the voice of one of my kindred?) "But do not call me such names, for I love you still."

"Love?" Alolindin asked, lowering his bow. "Can you love?" Alolindin knew, however, that her brother spoke the truth to her. A one such as she did not forget what either truth or lie sounded like.

"I may love, and now I may love more freely," Sidrenor said passionately, leaping back unto the Dais. He approached her, his eyes shining in an earnestness that Alolindin knew well. But his eyes were dark, dark like the black cloak that swirled about his shoulders. "Clanara, this will free our people from the slavery of Elolossae—"

"You speak both lies and truth, Sidrenor," Alolindin said. As she spoke, she noticed that Sidrenor flinched a little at each word . . . or rather, from the sound of each word. "Your love has only diminished, and yes, you have been freed from your servant-hood to Elolossae. But now you serve a lesser lord, and one an enemy to both love and freedom. Even though you try, you may not serve only yourself, Sidrenor, you automatically serve either light or darkness. What is there that remains to be master?"

"Clanara," Sidrenor said urgently, stepping forward. "I see that I cannot change you now, but let us leave as friends? Or at least, let us not be enemies. You know that I love you above all others." He took another step forward and reached out a hand to Alolindin.

With her hand that did not hold her bow, Alolindin reached out and captured Sidrenor's wrist with two fingers. "Upon your hand is the blood of my father and of the Seer, Sįl Úndolin. And it seems that the very touch of one of our people is now toxic to you," Alolindin said, releasing his wrist and observing the burn marks there, as well as the marks inadvertently left by Sįl Úndolin. "And the light of the Sprites hurts your eyes, does it not?"

"In the day time the Sun overpowers the light that He has bestowed upon the Elves," Sidrenor said, laughing. "But at night, the light . . . hurts, and it makes me angry . . . as you do, Clanara Alolindin. My sister, you try my patience, and although I love you, I will not allow you or anyone else to gainsay me. I will try once more to persuade you."

"It will be in vain," Alolindin said, stepping back from her brother.

"We shall see," Sidrenor said. He threw off the black cloak that had surrounded his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Here he laughed, not the laughter of joy, but that of madness. He spread his arms, and with his arms emerged two great wings, like the wings of an osprey, or a water bird. They stretched in wing-span thirty feet long, and they were glorious to behold. They were dark, but they shone, looking to Alolindin as if composed of metal. Each metallic feather was encrusted with the tiniest fraction of colorless jewels, which caught the light and threw it in a thousand directions, almost making it look as if Sidrenor had recaptured the lossodell, the Elven glow. Mesmerized, Alolindin stared at them.

"The Fallen gave these to you," Alolindin said, and looked away from them. "They make my heart sick to gaze upon them."

"So that is your reply," Sidrenor said, folding his wings and looking at Alolindin in angry betrayal. "Ishtarae said that you would be unmoved, that you would never follow me."

"Do not act as if I had betrayed you, Sidrenor," Alolindin said, for the first time speaking to her brother in hatred, in utter rejection. "It is you who have betrayed me and all of our people."

Now Sidrenor stepped forward and grabbed Alolindin's arm, pulling her to him. "I have learned a new thing from the Fallen and some of their servants elsewhere—'tis called ransom. If Sįl Nalan, the ahal-glinolin, will leave me and my people be, I shall not let any among them defile you."

"How quickly you have fallen into perversity," Alolindin replied, tossing her bow away from her, but keeping the arrow. Not bothering to warn him, Alolindin swiftly brought the arrow up and sliced it into the large muscle in Sidrenor's arm. His grip weakened, and she drew away from him, then stepped forward, slamming both of her palms into his lower chest with all of her strength.

Her strength being greatly above that of any mortal creature, Alolindin threw her brother several feet across the Dais. After his side collided with the sapphire stone of the Dais floor, Sidrenor slid several feet, coming to the edge of the Dais, but not falling off his side. Shaken, Sidrenor climbed unsteadily to his feet.

Crouching down on the floor of the Dais, Alolindin retrieved her wooden bow, and still kneeling she put her already bloodied arrow to the string. Sidrenor stared at her, still paralyzed with shock—he didn't seem to know why Alolindin was aiming a toy at him. Alolindin released the arrow and it struck Sidrenor in the shoulder, knocking him off the edge of the Dais. He cried out in pain as he struck the ground heavily again. This time, Sidrenor staggered to his feet and fled from Alolindin, hiding behind first a pillar of carnelian, then one of diamond, before running down the hundred yards to the very edge of the great floor.

Sidrenor turned, but only to see Alolindin behind him, ready to release another arrow. He jumped off the floor into the air and unfurled his great wings, beating the air. He plunged several yards toward the earth, but gradually began to rise, heading away from Alolindin, out over the sea. Alolindin ran up to the edge of the platform and shot at the retreating form, piercing the shadowed form at the shoulder.

Sidrenor's right wing collapsed, but his left beat fitfully as he spun in a downward, spiraling circle. Yelling loudly, he screamed words in a tongue foreign to Alolindin's words—but her ears burned at hearing them, and she knew that he spoke foully. Then he spoke again, still in another tongue, and the winds lifted him up, keeping him bouyant in the air before Alolindin. Without hesitating, she shot at him a third time, but this time Sidrenor made a gesture, and a puff of wind batted the air out of the air.

"Ha!" he exulted. "I am still the Master of the Winds!"

Alolindin lowered her bow. "You were never the wind's master, Sidrenor, only her Steward, and her lord because Elolossae gave you charge over them. But now, you have rescinded your allegiance to Elolossae so," she said, shrugging her shoulders and turning her attention to the winds, "Winds, I say, be still, you owe him now nothing but your animosity."

For a moment Sidrenor held his breath, but as the winds continued to support him, he smirked confidently. A single flash of lightning flared from the eastern portion of the sky and struck Sidrenor from the back, the lightning rippling up and down his metallic wings. He screamed and writhed in the air, but the lightning continued for an unendurable amount of time. Finally, the lightning stopped and Sidrenor stared weakly at his sister in pain and anguish. Then the winds released him and he fell from the sky.

Alolindin closed her eyes, but she still heard Sidrenor when he hit the ground.

Alolindin supported the Moon-Elf child with a single finger as the child slowly sat down in the sand and reached out one tiny, perfect hand to grasp a handful of the white sand of the beach. He took his other hand from Alolindin and carefully transferred half of the sweetly smelling, pure sand into that hand and studied what lay between his fingers diligently. His perfect pale bluish-silver—his eyes were far more silver than they were blue—discerned every flicker of ruddy gold and twinkling diamond dust that lay in the sand. The miniscule jewels played with the light, and the tiny diamonds reflected each color of the spectrum, making tiny rainbows on the child's pale cheeks. He opened his hands and, as the sand fell through them and joined its fellows on the ground, he smiled and laughed delightedly.

When the child smiled and laughed, Alolindin and her companion Sįl Úndolin smiled as well, exchanging glances. At the instant that his mother smiled, the child lifted his head and gazed at Sįl Úndolin in wonder. When she laughed, he stood, slowly but steadily, and walked over to her, burying himself in her arms. Now Alolindin laughed, too.

"That child is truly one of the fairest I have seen," Alolindin said, "he is as fair as the Moon herself."

"Clanara," Sįl Úndolin said, her melodic voice sounding to Alolindin more like music than speech. "'Twas a gracious thing you did when you brought for me a cup from the Spring of Healing."

"As you know, Úndolin, it is stealing to drink the waters from that Spring for oneself," Alolindin said. "I am glad to do it for you—and it was my right."

"Indeed," Sįl Úndolin replied.

"Ah, look, young Tallẽan," Alolindin said, "the Swans are come to great us." Surely enough, a procession of elegant, black Swans, two elders with their seven young, were just emerging from the sea onto the jeweled sand.

"And lo," Úndolin said, nodding while her silvery-white hair spilled over her shoulders. "The Prince of the Sun-Elves, the Ahal-glinolin comes."

Alolindin rose, shaking out her dress of white and silver and held a hand out for Sįl Úndolin. Úndolin took it and rose graciously, arranging her skirts of midnight blue. She stood Tallẽan on his feet as well, and the small child gazed up at the approaching prince.

"Luyaenor and unel-lindolin, Clanara Alolindin, Lady of the Seven Stars, Luyaenor, Sįl Úndolin, Lady of the Sight, I bid you greetings and peace from our sovereign, Elolossae," the prince said, bowing low to them.

Alolindin bowed as well, "Sįl Nalan, ahal-glinolin, Sun-prince and son of Naladolien lai'Nalowin, King of the Sun-Elves, I greet you also in the name of the peace of Elolossae. I present also to you Tallẽan lai'Celensura, son of Sįl Úndolin and Tal Vaelórian, once King of the Moon-Elves." Here Tallẽan made a small, solemn bow, then stared unblinkingly at Sįl Nalan.

"I bring you curious word from the war," Sįl Nalan said, nodding again at Alolindin. "Your name, my lady, is cursed above every other name except Elolossae in the camps of Atlantan."

"Atlantan?" Alolindin asked, surprised, "Who is this 'Atlantan'?"

"He is who you once knew as Sidrenor," Sįl Nalan responded carefully, his eyebrows arching a little. "He has now forsaken that name and taken another. Atlantan, meaning, 'The Adversary'."