The Elven Games 10

02/12/2013 by SAM | 38 Comments

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Edgar sat up in his bed feeling disgruntled. Someone had shaken him and disappeared. He put his tunic on and found his way to the kitchen. Tribba was there hunched over a book with a pestle in her hand, sweat on her brow, pressed herbs in the mortar beside the book, and a small cauldron sat on the counter nearby. Strange aromas mingled in the air and created a heady scent similar to walking through a field of wildflowers. The smell was so strong it tasted bitter on Edgar’s tongue.

“What are you doing?” Edgar asked.

“Strange things have been afoot so I’m making you a protection elixir.” Tribba said, the words rolling off her tongue distractedly.

“You do all this yet you need me to champion you?” Edgar said. His voice held a twinge of accusation. Perhaps Edgar was having strange dreams, too.

“Yes. See this book?” Tribba picked it up and waved it in front of him. It was the same book they used to banish the werewolves. Edgar nodded. “If I didn’t have this book, I wouldn’t…no, I couldn’t…be doing this now. I am not a magical dwarf. Every spell I’ve tried to concoct from imagination has backfired drastically. Hence I married a greeter dwarf and became a greeter myself.”

Edgar’s eyes widened at Tribba’s revelation. Suddenly, it became clear how Tribba understood him so well. She, too, had been an embarrassment to her people. He walked around the kitchen and gathered both of her hands in his. When she turned to him, he looked straight into her eyes. “Until this moment, I haven’t understood why you chose me and why you had so much faith in me. Thank you for sharing that with me. I won’t dwell on the past anymore and will embrace this challenge with all of my being. If you can believe in me, so can I.” His chest puffed out as he finished. “I am your champion and I will win.”

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This piece was inspired by a myriad of prompts. I knew what direction I wanted to go in so when I saw the Write on Edge prompts for this week, I knew it was a perfect fit. The Write at the Merge word was “elixir” and the second prompt was the use your sense of smell.

Since this story is between 33 and 333 words, it meets the requirements of the Trifecta Writing Challenge this week as well with the word “dwell” in its third definition.

I was also pleasantly surprised to find that three of the words I used within the story were also the three words chosen for this week’s Three Word Wednesday. Those words are: backfire, embarrass, and taste.

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