LINK THE DELINQUENT ELF
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The images of the younger Link are the creation of "CatMightyCat" at Deviant Art. She very kindly has allowed the use of them on this site. The younger Link was the inspiration behind the creation of this site.
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Author's Note: I have known Link for many years. He visits me out of the blue every ten years or so. Not unlike "Interview with a Vampire" he tells me his tales over dark winter evenings in front of a warm fire, without the risk of me being bitten! All right .... well nibbled every now and then! He claims to be several centuries old but I think he's much older than that. If you get the impression that he's always in trouble, it's a fasle impression. Hundreds of years may have passed between his disasters. He doesn't think his long periods of quiet living are very interesting. Even after all these years Link still has a youthful countenance (the swine). His company is very comfortable, for he's a likeable character. After a few weeks of rest he gets a far away look in his eyes and he's gone again, having never said "goodbye". Where he lives now I don't know. There are still many large untamed forest and wilderness in the world. Do all the old creatures still survive? Again, I have no idea. I've not seen him now for a dozen years; I hope he comes soon because I miss him.
Hi, My name is Link.I'm an elf. Not one of your Royal Elves, more of a common elf that exist to make the Royalty and Elite Elves comfortable. They do like their comforts. I was born near Rivendell to oridinary parents. We were poor and Dad had to get work as a garden gnome sometimes, endlessly fishing in an empty concrete pond. We moved to Rivendell as soon as I was big enough to to earn some money. At first as a kitchen boy. To anyone that says cutting up onions makes you cry, I'll say that they've never been hit in the face by a turnip ! As I grew I moved on to the stables which was a big improvement. Apart from basic learning (all elves are taught reading, writing etc) my education was completed by observing how The Chief Elf's stallion was put to work on the mares. I was told I was very handsome (some said pretty) and I started to attract the attention of older and better placed elves. Curiosity soon led to "experiences" and I was elevated to page boy status. Many presents were offered (and some accepted) and pretty soon my nights were as busy as my days. I was often asked to "attend" to the needs of the many important guests who arrived at Rivendell. Life was good and the prospect of being drafted as a cadet in the 3rd battalion, 85th Elvish Light Infantry (Elron's Own) pleased me greatly. Then ... it all went horribly wrong. The talk was all of this grotty little hobbit and his ring. Everyone was speculating so I asked him if I could touch it (and proffered a cleanish finger for starters). Well !!! The "do-do" hit the fan big time and I was deep in it, as everyone else had ducked ! He made such a fuss that I was hauled in front of the Council of Chief Elves. I maintained that it was all a mis-understanding and that my finger didn't go that far into his ring ayway. No one believed a word I said. Bloody hobbits ... seem to be a protected race. The long and the short of it is that I was banished from Rivendell and the nearby forests. Cast out forthwith, with nothing but the meagre clothes I stood in and my simple possessions consisting of a sword, dagger and bow (and a small amount of cash that they didn't know about). Off I went, ignorant of the outside world. An innocent (cough) in a dangerous world. This is the story of my mis-adventures . Oh, I hear you ask, why was I banished ? The official parchment stated "Inappropriate behaviour, in public, with a hobbit and his ring" I ask you ... how bloody embarrassing ... the shame will be with me forever. A HOBBIT !!!!!!
How it all began
Alone in the Forest
So .... off I trudged. No amount of pleading, grovelling, offers of "service" made any difference. I was an outcast. I headed west - as good a direction as any - and for a few days I saw no-one, spoke to no-one except for whatever forest dwellers took an interest in me. Squirrels aren't very good conversationalists, although they do taste nice. To make things plain, virtually all of the Elvish race are Vegans (as they will tell you two minutes after they first meet you). My family were not. We couldn't afford to be, we had to eat
Life in the forest
whatever we could afford to buy, borrow, scavenge, steal or kill for ourselves. So my idea of a pefect meal is a venison steak sizzling over the charcoal with roast parsnips and an onion gravy. I digress .......... I's been many years since I was ejected from Rivendell. I still dwell alone in the forest. I prefer it this way. If I need the company of others ... I know where to go and find it. I prefer the company of men these days, well young men to be accurate; well young men who prefer the company of other young men to be precise. Love is love and sex just sex: and the end of the day we all have "needs". How old am I now, I hear you ask ? Well that's a difficult questipn to answer. Humans count their lives in decades. Orcs, goblins, werewolves and other such beings count their lives in a century or two. Vampires claim to be immortal ... I doubt that. The Elvish race count their lives in millenia ..... not immortal .... but very very long lived. In human terms I was nearly 80 when banished from Rivendell ... barely out of childhood. I'm not sure now ... I'm probably between 300 and 1000 years old although to human eyes I resemble an older teen aged human. Almost grown up ! Still .... a day is 24 hours long no matter how old you may be. Plenty of time for mischief or misfortune. I spend most of my time hunting for food, relaxing by a warming campfire, fishing or bathing in the lakes. I can build a quick shelter in under an hour and light a fire in minutes. I'm resilient, not much escapes my notice, I am at one with the forest. Of course I've made mistakes, quite a few if the truth be known. So, in no particular chronological order there follows accounts of some of my adventures over the last centuries. I hope you enjoy them.
Awaiting the verdict of the Court of High Elves
Hare for dinner .. AGAIN !!! For all you bunny lovers. Forest hares are everywhere. Lynx, wild cat, foxes, wolves and every bird of prey eat them all the time. I'm at the bottom of that list. They taste good if you're hungry. They turn white in winter.