Post by Thangureth on Mar 11, 2018 1:30:36 GMT -5
It was a few months of adjustment to his new home before the recently renamed Thangureth, known as “Than” to many now, had the urge to truly explore Mirkwood.
”Thangureth”, the name was still very new on his tongue, but he knew in time he would remember it as well as he had Falkner. He supposed it had made sense to change it, after all, what kind of name was “Falkner” for someone in these parts? With his new name he felt as though he fit in better, and it marked him far more as truly being part of the elves of the Mirkwood.
The ten year old left a note for Adan so as to not worry his adoptive father much since he left somewhat early. He was growing to like the elf and felt that his kindness was not something he wanted to ruin. But he definitely was beginning to feel the urge to hunt as he often did. This time, if only to blow off some steam and relax himself.
So he dressed in some of the clothes he had been given by Adan, making sure to put a long green cloak on in case it got cold. He didn’t know how long he’d be out there, after all. The clothes were still strange, a far call from his usual wears, especially because he knew that, to the naked eye, he’d look like any young elf out in the forest, rather than a young human new to these parts.
But he supposed that was something that kept him out of trouble too.
About an hour into it, he came across a deer. Thankful he had crafted a new bow recently from the nearby wood, to replace his older one he believed it to be an easy target. Grazing out in the field, seemingly having not noticed him. The ten year old sighed, relaxing his grip as he ducked low behind a tree.
He carefully let one arrow fly, an almost perfect aim... Almost. If the dang thing hadn’t moved just in time for it to fly over its head. The young doe looked at him, now alert, and before he could bring another arrow up it was gone.
“Drat!” Than huffed loudly. “Almost had that one too.” He noted as he stood from his perch.
He contemplated going after it, but also knew to stick close to home. He was not yet versed in elven territory or the land, and was very far from his last one. The last thing he wanted was to be lost, and again alone in the elements. What a nightmare that had been.
“You win this round, doe. But one day I will know this land.” He noted as he shouldered his bow again, looking upon the other tracks nearby. “At least there seems to be more where you came from.” He murmured.
He began to walk back the way he’d come. Hoping the tracks he seemed to find would still be in the area. He’d hate to go home empty handed and looking as inept as he had while he lay starving on the riverbank.
”Thangureth”, the name was still very new on his tongue, but he knew in time he would remember it as well as he had Falkner. He supposed it had made sense to change it, after all, what kind of name was “Falkner” for someone in these parts? With his new name he felt as though he fit in better, and it marked him far more as truly being part of the elves of the Mirkwood.
The ten year old left a note for Adan so as to not worry his adoptive father much since he left somewhat early. He was growing to like the elf and felt that his kindness was not something he wanted to ruin. But he definitely was beginning to feel the urge to hunt as he often did. This time, if only to blow off some steam and relax himself.
So he dressed in some of the clothes he had been given by Adan, making sure to put a long green cloak on in case it got cold. He didn’t know how long he’d be out there, after all. The clothes were still strange, a far call from his usual wears, especially because he knew that, to the naked eye, he’d look like any young elf out in the forest, rather than a young human new to these parts.
But he supposed that was something that kept him out of trouble too.
About an hour into it, he came across a deer. Thankful he had crafted a new bow recently from the nearby wood, to replace his older one he believed it to be an easy target. Grazing out in the field, seemingly having not noticed him. The ten year old sighed, relaxing his grip as he ducked low behind a tree.
He carefully let one arrow fly, an almost perfect aim... Almost. If the dang thing hadn’t moved just in time for it to fly over its head. The young doe looked at him, now alert, and before he could bring another arrow up it was gone.
“Drat!” Than huffed loudly. “Almost had that one too.” He noted as he stood from his perch.
He contemplated going after it, but also knew to stick close to home. He was not yet versed in elven territory or the land, and was very far from his last one. The last thing he wanted was to be lost, and again alone in the elements. What a nightmare that had been.
“You win this round, doe. But one day I will know this land.” He noted as he shouldered his bow again, looking upon the other tracks nearby. “At least there seems to be more where you came from.” He murmured.
He began to walk back the way he’d come. Hoping the tracks he seemed to find would still be in the area. He’d hate to go home empty handed and looking as inept as he had while he lay starving on the riverbank.