Dark Elves in the style of Liryen

A question that has occasionally come up in the community is, what is a Dark Elf? Or, more specifically, what is it that I mean when I use that term.

In my personal opinion, there are many kinds of elves who could be called dark elven. Some people might use this to describe Drow or Draestari, although I would not personally consider them one and the same. I am also not referring to the Norse Svartalfar, although certainly these could also be called dark.

To me, a dark elf is not really “dark” due to their physical coloring. They are not necessarily dark-skinned, although they may be frequently dark-haired.

If a “light elf” is comparable to a ray of sunlight shining through leaves, or a star in the sky, a dark elf is the velvet night surrounding the star.

In the dark, there are many mysterious things, and dark elves are also a little bit mysterious. They are ordinary elves, but their magic is secret yet from their brothers of the light, and they are fiercely protective of it.

Some people think that dark elves are evil or cruel, and this is not the case. They are just perhaps better acquainted with some of the darker emotions and elements of life.

They have much to teach us.

Untitled (a poem)

Under the dark moon, you’ve lost your way

Yet elfin sweet sadly calls your name

You wait for a crescent sliver, a sign, a helping hand

In that native foreign land

What is the way, and how do I get there?

Who is foul, and who is fair?

Trace the veins of a new leaf

Howl to the unseen moon

Look up!

Do you see…

Stars

And they sing in cold, high voice

You always have a choice

The way is yours alone to make

There is always a way

Call back to the song you hear

That ancient children’s game

The Tale of the Star People (an origin myth)

In the deep ages before Time existed as we know it, the stars were not bound in the heavens but floated like gems in the primordial waters. The Gods, although they were not really gods then, amused themselves by diving and catching stars and soon turned to games of sport. It became a competition among them, to possess the stars. But ‘ere long, the waters of the deep grew darker and murkier, for the cherished stars could not live forever.

The Gods lamented and created Birth and Renewal, so that new stars could come into being and once again light the darkness. They were not immortal, however, for even the Gods cannot erase Death.

Millions of years passed, and as is the way of Evolution, new creatures arose from the waters and began to crawl around on those parts of the water that had become more solid and defined of form. They swam, creeped, and crawled – and one or two even flew, and these became the Dragons. But another group of beings mimicked the Gods and loved the stars. They played games of catch, but lacked the wisdom of gods and so eventually began fighting each other over their gassy treasures.

The Gods put their heads together, and said, “This will not do. If these creatures are not curbed and set aright, they will be but a mockery of Us.” And they devised a plan.

They created new worlds for the creatures to dwell in, and set some of the stars high in the night skies. Then they gathered them together in their new lands, and set before them the task of becoming as Gods, over many ages, so that one day they might be learned enough to resume their old games. And the creatures wept and lamented. Taking pity upon them, the Gods granted them a single star and told them that they must share it amongst themselves equally. And so they became known as the Star People, also called the Elves.

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