The Voted Most Likely Tag!!! (featuring characters from a book you didn't know existed!!)

Hey hey hey my Elflings!

So today I have a tag
and a book
and you may have known this tag existed
but you've never heard of the book

:D ANYWAY

Presenting: the Voted Most Likely tag!!


ze RULEZ:

1. Thank the blogger who tagged you

...well... actually.... I stole this tag from MK at Sarcastic Scribblings BUT SHE SAID I COULD. SO. :)


2. Include this link

3. Use your own lovely Original Characters (OC's); don't use a friend's characters or characters from your favorite fandom. They can be from any project, so long as you created them. For more fun, try to use as many different characters as possible. 

4. Tag at least five lovely bloggers to play along!

You know what, I don't know anyone who hasn't done this tag. So. Steal it if you wish. I won't tell. :D

Ok so you need a list of characters from Relics Of Olde (that book you didn't know was a book :D).and what they are and yeah so here:

Serskit: a Sand Cat (that's a real thing, look it up)
Zirrelis (aka Zir): my lovely Elf warrior and i love her
Lord Calanon: Zir's amazing foster father Elf CAN I HAVE ONE OF HIM
Arya: another lovely Elf; she's awesome
Delar: yet another Elf, he's the kind that's awesome and can be hilarious ACK MY HEART
Vehiron: the king of the Elven Realm, I LOVE HIM
Rusa: a super awesome Greater Fairy; Ventus' sister
Ventus: another super awesome Greater Fairy; Rusa's brother
Phasyle: a Dark Nymph, he's super cool but annoying at first
Coriander: a Lemurporidae (a rabbit-lemur-hybrid-thing) who is cool but SOMETIMES YOU JUST WANNA RJFSM<KELRIJFNLKDEJAKFLKIJ rip his head off.
Keystone: a Rock Golem. He's so chill. :)
Willow: another Fairy, Vehiron's bodyguard. She is DA COOLEST
Rilien: a Celestial (EEP), Zir's father
Calathiel: another Elf, Zir's mother
Eucalypta: the suuuuuuper chatty Dragonoid who talks a mile a minute and is always so happieeee

and I'm just gonna stop there cause there's a lot of them :P





1: Most likely to become a poet
Vehiron. He was perfectly described by my fellow author who said "he just seems like the kind of guy to just go outside at night, look up at the stars, and smile". <3 <3 <3

2: Most likely to dance in the rain
Oh man, I don't know!! OH YES I DO. Eucalypta the Dragonoid. SHE IS LIKE. PSYCHED. ABOUT EVERYTHING. ALL THE TIME. and she would totally dance in the rain.

and she would totally do this if she were Spiderman

3: Most likely to look good in a kilt
Ohhhhhhh boy. Coriander. He has a Scotty accent, so. That's a hands-down easy answer.

4: Most likely to get punched in the face
...also Coriander, because he's annoying and can be rude and sometimes doesn't know when to shut up BUT WE LOVE HIM ANYWAY.

5: Most likely to drop everything and become a shepherd
Um, I'm not too sure about this one. Cause like, all the characters from Relics are pretty tough people, aaaaaaand, I really don't know. I can't see any of them being shepherds, honestly...? xD Idk. Maybe Rilien and Calathiel because if they're with their daughter they don't care what they're doing (which is sweet).

6: Most likely to be found in a library
Lord Calanon. He. Luvs. Books. In fact, reading was his favorite pastime before *things* happened. And it's still his favorite pastime. :P

ok is it just me or is this dude really cute with a book??

7: Most likely to sleep through an earthquake
Ok, I'd have to say Keystone the Rock Golem. He's like. So chill. 
But don't start fighting him because, as my other author friend put it, "he can be a total war god" xD
And maybe Delar would sleep through it too. 

8: Most likely to steal food from other people's plates
Also Coriander. He's a Master Thief. (so he says) And Delar too. He's my cheeky, snarky son and I LOVE HIM.

9: Most likely to say oops after setting something on fire
ZIR. OHMIGOSH ZIR. She is an absolute sweetheart and would be so horrified if she set something on fire.

THIS IS SO HER.

And if Eucalypta set something on fire she'd be like "Oh, did I do that? Sorry! I didn't mean to! But wow doesn't fire look cool! I like fire. Fire is so awesome, and when I used to get together with friends we'd always light a fire and have fun and dance around it. Oh! that reminds me, we have to have a party sometime soon. Yeah. A party. I like parties! They're great for making new friends. I like friends. Friends are so cool! Oh, by the way, I think I set something on fire." xD

10: Most likely to open an orphanage
Uhhhhh. I'd have to say... wow for some reason Rusa just came to mind. Which is odd because she's the fighter type. But hey, she's an orphan herself so... idk. 
AND WILLOW. She LOVES children, so I could see her doing that.

FELLOW AUTHOR CORRECT ME ON THIS IF I'M WRONG

11: Most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse
All of them?? Because like--they can FIGHT? But I think Rilien and Calathiel would do the best because, like, they are SUPER good at fighting, and what is cooler than being married when both of you can kick some serious stuff and are SO DARN COOL. LERKMFDSKL.

12: Most likely to fake their own death
Delar. King of Being Silly And Awesome At The Same Time. :P I love him.

13: Most likely to die and haunt their friends
Once again, Delar. He would totally do that for pranks. Especially on Arya. Because he likes her. :D

14: Most likely to get tagged   
...do I interpret this as "if one of your OC's were to get tagged, who would?"??? 
yeah why not
all of them. 
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH I SHOULD DO THIS THING WHERE ALL THE CHARACTERS "ANSWER" A SET OF QUESTIONS OH MY GOSHHHHH IDEAS

Anyway I hoped you enjoyed reading this post! 

man i feel like all my posts are so boring *Googles blogging ideas*

Steal this tag! I won't tell! :D

Tales from Mirkwood #1

.....drumrollllll.....

TA DA! IT IS THE FIRST OF THE MIRKWOOD TALES! WHOOP WHOOP!
I hope you like it!!

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    An arrow.

    Not the pleasantest thing to see before you die.

     But a job is a job, and an enemy bred for evil is an enemy bred for evil, and therefore must be destroyed.
    That's what happened to the orc on the ground in front of me.
    I sighed, and slung my bow over my shoulder. I walked away calmly. It was over. The last marauding orc was slain, and Mirkwood was once again free of the vermin.
    "Eriathwen!"
    I turned to see someone waiting for me farther up the path. I hastened my stride to meet him, and bowed with a hand on my heart to show submission and respect as I reached him.
    "My lord Legolas," I greeted him.
    "Eriathwen. You fight very bravely. I might give you a promotion soon," he replied, smiling.
    I bowed again to hide my excitement. A promotion! From a simple guard to a captain of scouts--it had always been my secret wish.
    "Thank you, my lord," I said. "I will try very hard to serve as best I may."
    He bestowed a smile on me. This only served to heighten my excitement. Why, if he was pleased with me I might even receive official mention!
    "Come, Eriathwen," he said. "We must return to the palace."
    I gave a nod of assent and followed.
    Later that night I was creeping around the halls. King Thranduil was hosting a banquet for some of his lords, and with all my heart I wished I was one of them. The sight of the food loaded on the long tables made my stomach growl, even though I had already eaten.
    Suddenly I caught some of their conversation.
    "...and she jumped down right in the middle of the orcs, fighting like a panther. They never saw it coming."
    It was Prince Legolas speaking. He kept telling his story, and the lords were eagerly drinking it in, when suddenly I realized that they were talking about me!
    I went scarlet to the roots of my hair, then just as quickly became pale. This was my official mention! I listened attentively and watched the king from my hiding place behind a large pillar. He was listening carefully too--I could tell, even though he was staring at his wine as he swirled it around in his glass.
    "Such a fighter deserves a better position," I heard him say when Legolas had finished. My heart leaped high with hope. Could his next sentence contain my promotion?
    "Call her in here," Thranduil said suddenly, and a servant at his elbow bowed and walked away.
    I realized that the servant would come looking for me in the guardrooms (which is where I should've been), so I slipped out of the hall. As soon as I could, however, I started running, so as to get there ahead of the servant.
    I just barely made it. He met me right by the entrance to the guardrooms. Met me! It was more like I crashed into him as I rounded the corner.
    "The king wishes to speak with you," he said, cool as ever in spite of our near-collision.
    I followed him back, panting, with my hopes rising higher every second. Just one word from the king and I could be a Scout! I was so excited.
    The servant left me at the door, and I walked in, fighting down my tumultuous emotions. I don't know how I got down the room, but somehow I did, for I found myself standing at the opposite end of the table from the king, bowing with the Guards' Salute.
    "Eriathwen," Thranduil said, with his most gracious tone. "I have heard positive reports of you from my son. I am very pleased with you."
    I was speechless and tense from excitement, but I bowed again and managed to say something along the lines of "serving my king is my honor and privilege".
    "Such diligent and unrelenting patriotism deserves a fitting reward. If you continue your admirable deeds, you might just receive a promotion to Scout Captain in a year's time."
    A year! I was crushed instantly. I know I must've gone white, for the king looked at me with a questioning air.
   "Thank you, my lord," I heard myself say. "I am honored." Then I bowed once more, turned, and walked out. I strode numbly past the barracks, went outside to the small pond near the palace, sat down--and burst into tears.
    ....a YEAR!
    It was all hopeless. I had been striving toward my goal for three years already. My hope, my dream, had been held tantalizingly in front of me, so excruciatingly close--and then withdrawn out of my reach. I was heartbroken.
    I had been sitting for some time when I sensed someone behind me. I stood, wiping my tears, and turned to face Legolas.
    I was ashamed, and hung my head down before him. It is considered beneath the dignity of the Elves to cry over petty trifles. But he didn't look condescendingly at me.
    "I understand how much that promotion meant to you," he said. "I am sorry."
    I bit my lip. If he continued on like this I was sure to start sobbing again.
    "But you should not despair," he continued on. "This setback will only make you stronger. Think: I know you deserve that promotion now--there is no doubt about that. But in a year from now, you will have even more deeds to show for yourself. So do not despair!"
    He lifted my chin and gave me an encouraging smile.
    "Come, mellon," he said.
    Mellon. Friend. The Prince of the Woodland Realm had called me friend! I was instantly hopeful again.
    "Thank you, my lord Legolas," I said, and a small smile crept over my face.
    As I followed him back to the palace, I thought to myself, Maybe he's right. There is hope after all.
    And tomorrow was another day.

~~~

AND THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS
THE FIRST OF THE TALES FROM MIRKWOOD
YIPE
I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

Tell me your thoughts ma peeps!!! I want to hear all of your real, true, honest thoughts on this new project of mine. Does it need improvement, or is it completely perfect already (HA)? Your opinions help!

An Idea with a Capital I ;)

Hi Elflings! It's me again, the unfaithful poster here on the Life Of An Elf :D sowwy...

ANYWAY I had an Idea and I was wondering what you peeps would think of it!

So I have started writing a series of short stories called Tales From Mirkwood (#cheesy), the main character of which is an Elf named Eriathwen, WHICH IS ACTUAL ELVISH FOR MY REAL NAME. YIPE.

..and my point was: I'm wondering if you readers would like for me to post them on here! I already have one story written, and I started the second one this morning. I can't wait to see what you think!

Tell me your thoughts! And if you would like to add a prompt for a Mirkwood Tale in your comment, feel free! I would love to hear your ideas! (plus I need prompts xD)

What I have learned about my Swanwing Characters so far!

Heyyyyy Elflings!

So you may have seen the title and gone, "Whoa, we only just got notified of this book like, a few posts ago, and she's already trying to inform us on every little ting..." :P And I don't blame you! (Oh, by the way, Swanwing is what I decided to call my "Wild Swans" retelling, and auto-correct does not like it xD) But I am so excited to be writing this book that I can't hold it in until I've gotten more written! As of yet it's only an intro and two chapters. Of course, as I write more, I will of certainly "find out more" about my characters, so keep an eye out for possible updates. ;-) So! Pardon the lack of material, but here goes!

What I've learned about:

Iskander (the king)
 Iskander has turned out to be the ladies' man... in his younger days before he was married. Ahhh, don't you just love writing flashbacks?? xD He is also super intolerant of unnecessary speeches :P

Imayn (the queen)
Imayn is SUCH a dear heart! She might have been a bit of a people-pleaser in her younger days (again, based on a flashback), and was so eager to have proper etiquette. She is such a cute mother, especially since she is so girlish, although mature. I LOVE HER!!

The Princes Regent
Nothing much as of yet. I mean, we're only two chapters in, so there isn't really all that much. Although Johann is the ladies' man already, at the young age of one xD Lol, all the court ladies LOVE him xD

Elise
Um... she's still a baby? xD Let's see... she's a really cute baby. :D


Ok, now I am wondering if this post had a point at all xD So how about a snippet or two? Sure, why not? :D

(Imayn is pregnant in this snippet, talking to four-year-old Gervase about babies)

"...Do you know, Gervase, that just now, I'm keeping a baby in the safe place for us?"

"Really!" he exclaimed. "Do you keep the baby in the treasury with Father's money? 'Cause that's a very safe place."

Imayn giggled.

"No, son, not in the treasury. The baby stays...in here." She took her son's little hand and put it on her stomach, which was just starting to show signs of the growing life within.

Gervase's eyes widened and his mouth gaped.

"There's a baby in there?" he gasped.

"Isn't that exciting?"

"Can I hold it? Please, can I hold the baby? Can you take it out, 'cause I really, really want to hold it!"

Imayn laughed.

"Not yet, Gervase! The baby still has to get big enough for us to hold."

"Is it gonna be a boy-baby or a girl-baby?"

"I don't know, but I hope it's a girl."

"Me too!" Gervase always wanted what his mother wanted. "I gotta go tell the others!"

He jumped down and ran out, and Imayn could hear him yelling "MOTHER'S GONNA HAVE A GIRL-BABY" at the top of his lungs all the way down the hall.

(This is part of the flashback I mentioned up there)

Later that evening, at the ball, Imayn was talking with a group of her friends. She was just about to say something when all of them gasped and started squealing behind their hands.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my!" gasped one of them.

"Is that--" began one.

"I think it it!" breathed a third.

"It's Prince Iskander!" swooned all five of them.

"Prince Iskander?" Imayn gasped.

"Yes!! And he's LOOKING AT YOU!" squealed Avariah, the youngest of the six.

(Fangirls, lol)

I know this post was short, but what do you think about it? Do you want to see more of this? What is something you would really like to see in this book? Let's talk: tell me your thoughts!

My New WIP!!!

Hello my Elflings!

So I had this AMAZING STORY IDEA the other night!
Have you ever heard of The Wild Swans? It is an awesome story!
Here is the overview from Wikipedia:

In a faraway kingdom, there lives a widowed king with his twelve children: eleven princes and one princess. One day, he decides to remarry. He marries a wicked queen who was a witch. Out of spite, the queen turns her eleven stepsons into swans (they are allowed to become human by night) and forces them to fly away. The queen then tries to bewitch their 15-year-old sister, Elisa, but Elisa's goodness is too strong for this, so the queen has Elisa banished. The brothers carry Elisa to safety in a foreign land where she is out of the reach of her stepmother.

There, Elisa is guided by the queen of the fairies to gather stinging nettles in graveyards to knit into shirts that will eventually help her brothers regain their human shapes. Elisa endures painfully blistered hands from nettle stings, and she must also take a vow of silence for the duration of her task, for speaking one word will kill her brothers. The king of another faraway land happens to come across the mute Elisa and falls in love with her. He grants her a room in his castle where she continues her knitting. Eventually he proposes to crown her as his queen and wife, and she accepts.

However, the Archbishop is chagrined because he thinks Elisa is herself a witch, but the king will not believe him. One night Elisa runs out of nettles and is forced to collect more in a nearby church graveyard where the Archbishop is watching. Ghoulish spirits that devour the bodies of the dead are also in the churchyard, and the archbishop believes that Elisa is in league with them. He reports the incident to the king as proof of witchcraft. The statues of the saints shake their heads in protest, but the Archbishop misinterprets this sign as confirmation of Elisa's guilt. The Archbishop orders to put Elisa on trial for witchcraft. She can speak no word in her defense and is sentenced to death by burning at the stake.

The brothers discover Elisa's plight and try to speak to the king but fail, thwarted by the rising sun. Even as the tumbril bears Elisa away to execution, she continues knitting, determined to keep it up to the last moment of her life. This enrages the people, who are on the brink of snatching and destroying the shirts when the swans descend and rescue Elisa. The people interpret this as a sign from Heaven that Elisa is innocent, but the executioner still makes ready for the burning. When Elisa throws the shirts over the swans, her brothers return to their human forms. (Unfortunately, the youngest brother has a swan's wing instead of an arm, as Elisa did not have time to finish one sleeve of his shirt.) Elisa is now free to speak and tell the truth, but she faints from exhaustion, so her brothers explain. As they do so, the firewood around Elisa's stake miraculously takes root and bursts into flowers. The king plucks the topmost flower and presents it to Elisa, and they are married. And the youngest prince's wing becomes normal again.

Now isn't that an awesome story? So I decided to make an adaptation of it! I am so excited for this one. The version I have, though, names the princess Elise instead of Elisa, so I am going to use that. I also named all the characters, as they don't really have names in the story. And you see that it says the youngest prince's wing becomes normal again? I think that, in my story, I am going to leave him with one arm and one wing! I mean, would that not be cool? To have a swan wing? A swan wing that has the striking power of a baseball bat? Oh yeah! Sucker's keeping his wing alright! 

I suppose you want to know what I renamed them... of course xD

Here is a list of all characters I named:

King Iskander (Elise's father and ruler of Ivoria) 

Queen Imayn ( Iskander's first wife and co-ruler of Ivoria)

Queen Elewys (Iskander's second wife and evil stepmother)

Prince Regent Gauvain

Prince Regent Raullin

Prince Regent Giraldus

Prince Regent Renier

Prince Regent Bayard

Prince Regent Guerin

Prince Regent Tedric

Prince Regent Rogier

Prince Regent Gervase

Prince Regent Mainard

Prince Regent Johann (the one who keeps his wing)

Princess Elise

I also made pictures of them using the DollDivine website!
(I had to make two separate pictures for the Princes Regent 'cause there are so many of them xD)

l-r: King Iskander, Queen Imayn, Princess Elise, and the evil Queen Elewys:

l-r: Princes Regent Gauvain, Raullin, Giraldus, Renier, and Bayard 

l-r: Princes Regent Guerin, Tedric, Rogier, Gervase, Mainard, and Johann

(DOESN'T GERVASE JUST LOOK LIKE A GERVASE?!?!?!?)

l-r: the evil Archbishop Ouidart, Ricolda (the old lady Elise meets in the woods), Morgana the Fairy, and King Alexedris of Skaris (who marries Elise)

...and the reason that there are so many Princes Regent is that only one of them can succeed their father (duh), so the rest act as Regents. And Elise isn't a regent because there's only one of her, and her fate is pretty much decided as the final tie of an alliance xD  but then things happen *mysterious music* The prince's full titles would go something like "Prince Regent Johann Avar of Ivoria, Swanwing" Avar is the royal family's last name, and the italicized word is a title that they earn when they turn twenty, taken from the most important thing that they did or that happened to them in the years before.

This book will have thirty chapters, unless I forget to add something and have to lengthen it xD

I can't wait to share the ins and outs of this book as I write it!

What do you think of this story idea? Do you want me to share it chapter-by-chapter as I write it? Have you had any great story ideas lately?

Meet Some of My Characters! (The Language of Worlds Linkup)

Hey my Elflings! I'm gonna call y'all that, by the way. (If you don't like it let me know and I'll say something like "Hey my Elflings! ....plus those Humans who don't like being called Elflings." :P) So I was reading my friend's blog...and by now you know that's Ceci @ Ceci Creates...and she did the Language of Worlds Linkup, which, in my opinion is da coolest. Anyway, I thought that her post was supercool and I asked her if it was "stealable", to quote myself. And she said yes, it was, and sent me the link to the blog it came from, namely Liv K. Fisher. So, seeing as how I have yet to disclose some o' my characters from an "E Pluribus Unum" book that I'm writing, I thought it would be cool to do this post! So, let's get started!


Rules for this Linkup thingy:

1: Link back to the blog that started it. (See above.)
2: Use this graphic thingy:

...and it's nice and big and I'm gonna leave it streched across the page so you can't possibly miss it. :D

So! Before I answer the questions you Elflings are gonna need a bit of background. I am going to do this with the three main characters from my book. The book is called The Sign of Royalty and suffice it to say that I love it to pieces. The plot is basically the struggles and triumps of an Elf and her brother (and sorta her friend...) Yeah. So the MC's name is Isenill ("eye-zen-ill"), her brother is Naschurien ("nah-shur-ee-in"), and her friend is Avior (NOT "ay-vee-or", as my brother says, but "aaa-vee-or". Grr, that is anoyinng. "A" like in "apple", not like in "aviator"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) The three of them live in the Elf-kingdom of Illiwynn, and if I keep going I might accidentally give too much info. Y'all are just going to have to wait till I get it published (hah) to get the full story. Anyway! Let's do this!

Isenill first!

1: What does your character fear the most?

Isenill is afraid of losing her brother or her friend, or having her...gr...hmph...well, her secret identity discovered by certain unnamed traitors to the...oh wait. :D

2: How would they handle it if they were to face their fear?

Hm... let's take this one part at a time. If she were to:

-Lose her brother. She'd probably never get over it. Their brother-sister relationship is so strong it isn't funny. Lemme just give a tiny teaser and say he's all she's had since she was eleven.

-Lose her friend. Yeeeeeah, she'd probably never get over that one either. Nuff said.

-Have her secret identity discovered by certain unnamed traitors, blah, blah, blah. She'd probably panic. And then try to escape. Yeah, I really don't know!

#Can'tStandNotBeingAbleToGiveSpoilers

#......ButItWouldTakeTooLongAnyway

3: Do they want to get married?

Um, duh?  Get a copy of the book that I haven't finished yet! :D 

4: What is their love language (i.e. words of affirmation, physical touch, gifts, quality time, acts of service)?

Elves are really good with words, so I guess that. Isenill also loves when her brother hugs her and comforts her. Avior kinda keeps his distance, cause, ya know, like, not just yet? PATIENCE PEEPS, EVENTUALLY. PATIENCE.

5: On a scale from 1(messy) to 5 (organised), how do they rate?

...em... I would say she's a 5. I mean, 

*cough*sinceshe'snotinherrightfulplaceshereallydoesn'thavethatmuch*cough*. So yeah. She's a five.

6: How do they feel about debates/disagreements?

Like I said, Isenill never really has to deal with #people, but she can argue well and she is good at listening to people, although once she's made up her mind there's no changing it, no matter what you say. She also has that "look", you know, the sorta I-hope-you-remember-who-you're-talking-to sorta look that will come in handy in later chapters...

7: What do they bring to a battle (figurative or literal)?

For a literal battle? Fierce patriotism, a blazing wrath against the enemy--if they are foolish enough to arouse it--and of course her weapons (bow and arrows, daggers, small sword), plus her amazing Elvish skill and agility. For a figurative battle? Her wits, her brains, and overall her ability to keep a cool head...when she wants to. :P

8: What's their favorite thing to eat for breakfast?

Lol, I never really say in the book! But since I'm the author, I know all of the cool behind-the-ink/lead things, so she likes to eat fruit and bread.

9: How do they treat themselves after a long day?

Um, ya know, like...sleeping? Haha, and a relaxing evening just being with her brother. I CANNOT SAY ENOUGH HOW MUCH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER.

10: What do you most want readers to glean from this story?

Well, first of all I hope they get the whole harvest and don't just glean. ;-)

-I want readers to realize how important family is, and also to never give up, even when the going gets rough. Also that Elves are totally awesome and that I am so proud of being one. ;-)
-From Isenill herself: I want them so see that bravery isn't just acting all big and strong. It's doing the right thing even when you're afraid to do it. And that it's profitable to love your big brother. :D



Now it's Naschurien's turn! :D


1: What does your character fear the most?

Losing Isenill. He doesn't care about anything but his sister. And also having his secret identity discovered. His secret fear, though, is never seeing his father again.


2: How would they handle it if they were to face their fear?

If Naschurien lost Isenill, he'd probably go insane. He sees himself as her sole protector and guardian, and he'd never stop blaming himself if she died. If he never saw his father again, he'd be heartbroken. I'm tellin' y'all, Naschurien is an absolute cinnamon roll. :D


3: Do they want to get married?

Um, no. Naschurien is a free spirit and he only cares about his sister. <3
........................so far.....................

*cough* .....Ceci ;-) ... *cough*

4: What is their love language (i.e. words of affirmation, physical touch, gifts, quality time, acts of service)?

Naschurien is not really a talker. I mean, he can when he wants to, but he doesn't give speeches. One thing, though, he keeps one hand on his sister's arm when they sleep, because he's so protective. Also, although he'd never admit it, he needs to feel she's there for his own sake. They are so connected.
....y'all are probably tired of this theme by now... Well sorry. Reality is reality, peeps. :P

5: On a scale from 1 (messy) to 5 (organised), how do they rate?

Oh, he's definitely a 5! If those ropes aren't packed a certain way, he will turn the forest upside down to make sure they get how he wants them. :D


6: How do they feel about debates/disagreements?

He doesn't like them. He would rather avoid them, but when they are inevitable he doesn't loose his cool easily.

7: What do they bring to a battle (figurative or literal)?

His unusual agility, his wits, and weapons, and the devastating wrath of an Elf-lord if needed. For both figurative and literal. :D


8: What's their favorite thing to eat for breakfast?

Apples. He LOVES apples! :P


9: How do they treat themselves after a long day?

He likes to sleep on the bank of the river and let the sound of the water soothe his entire body and mind. Guys, he's so gentle unless he has to be otherwise.


10: What do you want readers to glean from this story?

-From Naschurien himself: I want readers to see that siblings' connections are important, and that gentleness isn't something to be ashamed of. In fact, it's a virtue! ;-)





And finally, we get to Avior! This oughta be fun, seeing as he's sort of a secondary-main character....? Yeah. Anyway! *rubs hands*


1: What does your character fear the most?

That something might happen to his friends (because he knows their secret identities). Avior is such a sweetheart!  Oh, and also that he might get ambushed when he didn't have his weapons. That's his quirk. :D


2: How would they handle it if they were to face their fear?

-If something happened to his friends: He'd do anything in his power to help them. And if it was too late he'd go out of Illiwynn forever because it would remind him of them.
-If he got caught without his weapons: He'd mentally shake his head at himself and fight with his bare hands.

3: Do they want to get married?

Yes. Of course. Can't say much because of #spoilers but yes, he does. :D


4: What is their love language (i.e. words of affirmation, physical touch, gifts, quality time, acts of service)?

Avior's not really a physical person, and although he's good with words, he's most content just being with people and helping.


5: On a scale of 1 (messy) to 5 (organised), how do they rate?

Avior is outside fifty percent of the time, but he rates a 5. Elves, ya know. :D He keeps tidy.


6: How do they feel about debates/disagreements?

Uhhhhh, he really hates arguments. *cough*especiallysincehisolderbrotherisinterestedinthesamespecialpersonasheis*cough*
Plus he gets frustrated more easily than some.


7:  What do they bring to a battle (figurative or literal)?

Avior makes sure to have weapons on hand at all times (see question #1 and #2). He brings courage and skill, for both types of battles. Plus he has "the stare". :P


8: What's their favorite thing to eat for breakfast?

He loves to eat pears and a roll. Avior and his pears :D


9: How do they treat themselves after a long day?

He likes to sit and listen to the wind. It speaks to his soul. How and why, don't ask me, cause I don't know. He never told me.


10: What do you want readers to glean from this story?

-From Avior himself: Don't be afraid to be courageous and kind. And I could word that another way, but plagarism, ya know. :-) And be faithful. Fidelity is a great virtue.



And there we have it! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed doing it!

OH OH OH WAIT. I absolutely HAVE to give you Elflings a snippet from my book to once agin UNDERSCORE my point of Naschurien and Isenill being so awesome as siblings. So! SNIPPET TIME!

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[...] Isenill trudged along by her brother's side, under his protecting arm.
      "Isenill," he sighed.
      She said nothing, only wiped her eyes.
      Naschurien stopped and took her by the shoulders. Her head drooped, and he said pleadingly,
      "Isenill, look at me. I want you to understand that I did it for you, and so that I wouldn't have to be worried about you. Do you understand?"
      "No," she whispered. "Naschurien, it's just a bird!"
      "Exactly. It's just a bird. Not worth risking your safety over."
      "But--"
      "I couldn't have let you stay and rested easy in my mind. You must not realize that your life is my responsibility. I am carrying the most valuable thing in the world, your life, in my hands like a crystal bowl. I have to walk carefully. One false step and I might drop the bowl--let it slip out of my hands--and it could shatter into a million pieces. And if such a terrible thing were to happen, I would either die of grief over having let the crystal shatter or I would kill myself with one of the shards."
[...] Isenill's eyes filled with tears again.
      "I'm sorry, Naschurien," she whispered, and all at once his arms were locked around her like steel bands, and she burrowed her head into his shoulder.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SEE WHAT I MEAN?!?!?!?!? They love each other so much! Ok, ok, I'm finished for real now.


...did I mention that Naschurien is ten years older than Isenill?

Have you done this linkup? Do you plan to? If you have already, did you learn anything about your characters that you "didn't know"? I did! Would you like to hear more about my characters or my other stories?