Not a real elf. |
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“Elves?” Del asked. “They’re a myth.”
“You’re a myth,” Jane replied.
Del narrowed her eyes at the other
woman before she realized the Jane wasn’t doing a grown-up version of
I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I.
“Fair point,” she said. “But elves?
Like live in a tree, sing songs, make cookies, elves?”
“Those are Keebler cookie whores,”
Marrin replied. “They aren’t real
elves.”
“Do they sing songs?” Jane asked him.
“Focus,” Del ordered with
impatience. “It’s all I can do right now
not to start running to Nevada. I know
that’s insane, but that’s where Jordan is, so that’s where I need to be. Jordan didn’t go a single night without
nightmares for three weeks after Salt Lake.
She still has them from time to time.
She’s tough and resilient, but she’s twelve years old and she doesn’t
deserve this. Let’s try to keep the
conversation short, sweet and to the point.”
“The Ljosalfar,” Marrin said in a perfect, melodic accent, “are Light
Elves, sort of like Tolkien’s elves, but with fewer Rings of Power. They aren’t warriors either.”
“Light Elves suggests . . .” Del let
the thought hang. Marrin nodded to her.
“Right. The Dokkalfar. Dark Elves.”
“That sounds racist,” Jane said.
“You’ve been living in the U.S. too
long,” Marrin said, “but they are separate races.”
“You try being a minority, in a
minority, in a country that would prefer homogenized skin tones,” Jane defended
herself.
Del gave her a sympathetic look. She could understand the sentiment of being
outcast through no fault except existing.
Del looked back at Marrin. “How?” she asked. “How are there not one but two separate
sentient races?”
Not a real viking. |
“The suffix, alfar,” he said the word as if he’d invented it, “more easily
translates to spirit. So they’re—
“Light spirits and dark spirits,” Del
interrupted. “Got it already. That’s not what I’m asking. How are there elves, of any color, running
around and I don’t know about it? And
don’t start saying, ‘There are more things in Heaven and Hell, Del . . .’ I
swear I’ll find something dull to stab you with.”
Marrin held up his hands to ward off
the threatened attack. “The Choirs and
mortals weren’t the only sentients the Throne created. There was some dabbling in the early
days. Quite a few mythic creatures
aren’t mythic at all. Although most
don’t exist anymore. They’re extinct or
nearly so.”
“Like us,” Del said and shook her
head. “Typical Throne policy. But how don’t I know about these Viking
elves?”
“Viking is a job title, not a people,”
Marrin scolded, but he smiled after he said it.
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