User blog:Ore-samma/My Orc (Elf male)

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'' A male elf goes to the woods to play his lute in peace. His music ends up attracting a orc, who instantly falls in love with him. ''

This one was very easy to write, and I loved the idea! Happy endings are best!

So very pleased with this one!

I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

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I exhaled as I sat down on the driftwood stump by the ocean that bordered the Eastern edge of the Elven forest.

I loved this place, more than anything!

The heady scent of the vegetation, flowers, and overall dampness of life from the forest mingled with the salty spray of the ocean and gave a perfume of gaia that few would ever experience.

I gently set my lute down and stood once more, walking to the obsidian marker the Elven Empire of the Eventide Celestials placed long ago with their extinction war with the Sea Orcs of the Fanged Maw.

I stood before the marker, and ran my hand over its curved runes only the descendants of the Celestial Elves could read. It was said the marker was cut from the night sky itself when the firmament was torn apart to allow an easier access to all the elves who were slain in that horrible battle.

It was said the weeping children left behind from their parents sacrifice tore at their ears in grief until they elongated to the shape of the marker, reminding all who looked upon us, and for us who looked upon each other of the terrible cost.

And that one day….as the prophecy foretold, an Orc and an Elf would fall in love at this spot….signifying the last age our kind would spend on this existence, the start of when Elves and Orcs would cross the divide hand in hand.

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“Post, nin kin -o i celestial dú.” I sighed in my native language.

'' “Im sit hi a on- nin glír a hu na cín past sui cin tir- haer i fána -o i galad -o i anor. Im glinn- in nienor -o cín passing, in gel -o cín núr. Im assure i cín glír still laum no i elena. Lothron im er aur reach cin, a mín glenn- haer i baw gurth near na i uireb laer dú.” ''

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I padded back to the driftwood stump and began to play…. Continuing the tradition of remembrance, remorse, joy, and grief.

As I played I caught the scent of another. Whoever it was had a heady scent. Like meat, and flowers, and brine. It was not unpleasant but alluring and almost arousing in its flavor and floral hints.

Whoever it is...I mused,  it isn’t human, elven, or dwarven….it has the smell that it eats flesh, but flesh it hunted honorably….

I concluded the creature was watching and listening to me play. Well, all the better. The stars above reminded all of my lost kin, as did my music.

I noticed a motion from the corner of my eye and noticed what looked like a human woman in scant clothing. She was striding amidst the waves and padded closer to me, her eyes were open and calm, her motions were sensuous and even..... a large smile shone in her eyes and showed the barest of hints upon her supple lips.

She drew near, and I noticed she had strange floppy ears on her head, reminding me of the ears of Orcs.



Well that was odd. But she obviously wasn’t an Orc. No foul smell of rotting meat and putrid intentions. No hairy body, no snout and no excessive breathing noises.

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I stopped playing as she came closer her hands fiddling with themselves.

“H-he-hello.” She muttered at last, giving me a small wave.

“The Celestial’s blessing upon you, fairest one. What brings you to this spot?”

The woman’s face broke out into a joyous smile and she padded the rest of the way to me and sat beside me, touching my thigh and shoulder. “I have come here to mourn. A large battle was fought here, and my race’s predecessors were exterminated forever. Only the children were left and we have forgotten nearly everything about them. But we know it was here, and sometimes, we come to remember.”

I nodded and felt a sad melancholy. It was said other races were extinguished in the great battle, or nearly so. I looked over her features closer and sniffed her scent and nodded. I took a sudden surprise when she leaned forward and was more direct in sniffing the space between my shoulder and chin, her hand caressing my chest.

“It is sad that so much was lost in that war.” I sighed. “Pray tell, what was your race called?”

She sighed and sat up again, looking at me with her wide emerald eyes that could rival the gemstones of the Mara.

“The Seacrest Orc tribe.”

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I stood and backed away and drew my slim sword. “An Orc? How dare you defile this place with your presence! Your kind annihilated my people!”

The female orc raised her hands in defense and fell from the stump, squealing out in shock and in pain as she fell hard on her back.

I strode forward pointing my sword as I advanced, and as she tried to crabwalk backwards away from me. I stopped as my blade placed a dimple at the base of her throat, just as she fell again with a despairing cry. The female Orc held out her hands, crying and begging me to stop. Her fear now adding to her putrid stench.

“''Please! oink! Don’t hurt me''!” She begged. “''I don’t want to die! Please! Oh! Oh! Don’t kill me''!”

“Bah! How many times do you think Elves were at the mercy of orcs? Just like this? How many times do you think we ….were….showed...mercy... ”

I looked back to the marker and noticed I and this Orc girl were a near-perfect re-creation of a depiction of a carved scene there….only now….I was in the position of the Orc. And this innocent girl was the one at my mercy, begging for life.

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I dropped the sword and backed away, unable to stand I sat back down on the stump, almost not believing what I was about to do.

My dazed mind suddenly registered that she was holding my sword to me, hilt first. Her face still stained with tears and terror.

“ Y-y-your sword will rust if..if... ”

I looked in her eyes, her soft, gentle green eyes and gingerly took the sword and strode to the marker.

I placed the tip of the blade to it and pushed until the blade snapped in two. I held up the broken blade and looked at my distorted reflection, and of the orc girl behind me and dropped the blade an strode back to my stump and patted the space beside me.

The Orc girl flinched but sat down. “Are….you aren’t mad at me?” She whispered.

I shook my head. “No. I don’t think I was ever mad at you. I just was blind to the hatred of the past that almost allowed such senseless bloodshed to continue now.” I looked over at her. She kept her hands folded to her chest and her face was still held a terrified expression. She occasionally sniffed or wiped her eyes.

“But,” I continued. “You are not your ancestors, and neither am I my own ancestors.” I exhaled. “I will not hold my ancestors grudge or vengeance against an innocent.”

The orc girl smiled and scooted a little closer. “What is your name?” She said as she rested her head against my shoulder.

“Haldir. You?”

“I am Jam.”

I gave a slight chuckle. “Like the sweet food preservatives?” I said with a smile.

She nodded, her head still on my shoulder. “Yes. I was named Jam after my mother found me in her preserve pot. It was raspberry and blackberry. Even to this day, I love jam.”

We both laughed and after a moment there was this strange stillness, this silence between us as she raised from my shoulder and- without skipping a beat- brought her lips to mine that were already eagerly awaiting hers..... almost as if they were waiting for this moment forever....this most gentle of kisses.

We kissed, held, touched, caressed, and made love amidst the waves of the forest ocean and the cries of the seagulls.

And where once the countless dead of both Elves and Orcs lay- so did a living Orc maiden, and a proud Elven warrior. Joined together. In life….in love….and in peace…..as the Prophecy upon the Marker of Mourning foretold.