((OOC: This story arc is designed to portray the different members of the Bar-en-Wilwarin and Bar-en-Linquëlossë in some of the events that I wrote in my Timeline. It will most likely be rather short stories since it will mostly be dialogue and things like that. Enjoy!))
"Thou shant follow me to Heaven?" the Elf-woman looked rather furious at her sister, Daëlanris, who in turn looked sternly at her own siblings, Baranes and Gwelondor. Both of them seemed to shrink against the tall stature of their raven-haired, grey-eyed Elf-sister.
The night that swiftly broke upon the long body of water, the Sea of Helcar, the stars of Vardar twinkling merely under the sky as they reflected upon the glassy and clear water. Along the shore lines stood hundreds of Elves, infants, and children who broke the nighttime silence with their batallion of music, laughter, and talking. Far away from the company stood three lone Elves, near to the mountains of the east, looking rather isolated and out of place far from the denizens that were merry and content. One, with a proud and haughty face, standing slender and tall with shoulder-length hair that fell dark-brown, reflecting thousands of light shards from the stars in the heavens above, looked rather stern as her dark-blue eyes bored into her sister tall sister. However, the sister seemed to instill fear towards her counterpart, looking graceful and blessed with agility as her raven-crowned head turned to face Baranes with a look of ferocity and defiance. The cold grey eyes twinkled slightly in the starlight. A short male seemed to stand between them, looking meek and silent as his chocolate brown hair swayed slightly in the breeze. His blue eyes were riddled with guilt, confusion, and sorrow as they darted to and fro between the two females. However, all the Elves together seemed to be young, far from proper adulthood.
"I see not any reason to follow those entities who claim themselves to be "Gods". We have the right to go where we wish; and I say I stay here." Daëlanris looked down coldly upon Baranes and Gwelondor as she said these words, her tall and slender figure swaying slightly as the white raiment they wore flickered and wove itself into the air.
"They offer us paradise, and nothing more. Is paradise not what you wish?" Baranes looked concerned and angry.
"This is paradise! Why should I forsake a place of beauty and abandon it?" Daëlanris scoffed.
"Gwelondor!" Baranes barked sharply at their brother, who flinched and stood up straight from his relaxed position, "Whom do you choose, your coward of a sister or me?"
"You dare to mock me?" Daëlanris arrogantly snarled. She stooped down and picked up a stone from along the rock bed they were amongst, and held it up threateningly towards Baranes. It seemed Baranes would toss her head in contempt and retort, but instead, she mockingly imitated Daëlanris' voice with a high pitched voice which made Gwelondor jump in shock.
"Oh dear me! She shall harm me with a rock!"
A snarl came from Daëlanris' lips, and she immediately flicked the stone towards her sister with immediate agility. However, instead of hitting Baranes in the face like Daëlanris planned, Baranes simply stepped aside and laughed as the rock skidded across the water and out of sight.
"You filthy monster," She scowled furiously, looking positively like she would pounce upon her sister and tear her to pieces. Before she could do so, however, there was a great neighing, and a shape cantered forth from the forests across Helcar, and halted right in front of the throng of Elves, who shrank back in fear. Three Elves were among the massive stature of Oromë.
"It is time to decide." He boomed out in a mighty voice, "Stay, or come with us to the everlasting harmony, where you shall dwell in peace and prosper?"
As the three Elves marched towards the other sea of Fair folk, there was immediate loud cries of relief, joy, and noise which went loud; So loud and everlasting, in fact, that Baranes used this moment of distraction to jump upon her sister and strike Daëlinris' cheeks repeatedly with her hand.
"Befouled being!" Daëlinris snarled, stumbling as she spat out blood and a few teeth, rubbing the places where Baranes had hit her.
"Stop!" Gwelondor yelled, stepping swiftly between the two adolescent girls who had started to grasp each other's body parts in an attempt to harm the other, "Stop this nonsense!"
"You decide!" Baranes snarled, "Me or her?!" At the word her Baranes formed the nastiest and most wretched expression on her face.
After a few moments of silence and trying to keep the young women from tearing apart, Gwelondor trembled slightly and repented, his chocolate brown hair blowing through the wind. Slowly he moved towards Baranes.
"No!" Daëlinris screeched out in a cry that was drowned by the throngs of Elves talking, "Traitors! You leave me behind?! Me, your sister?!" Slowly Daëlinris collapsed and began to cry hysterically, while Baranes watched on with a smug smile on her face. Gwelondor ran over to his sister and began wrapping his arm around her shoulder, but Daëlinris shook it off with her face in her hands.
"Leave me be!" And Gwelondor jumped back as Daëlinris glared at him with the wildest look to her eyes. She ran back to the loud Elven group with her face still in her hands.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Baranes' fair face twisted itself into a regretful and guilty expression, and she ran towards the Elven group yelling, "Daëlinris! Daëlinris! I am sorry!!" only to find that the big clump of Elves had split itself into two; One group stood looking contemptously at the other, each near shore and forest, respectively.
"Come!" Oromë's voice rang out, and swiftly those who stood by his side departed and left the shores of Cuiviénen, Baranes' parents among them. Running towards her parents who was among them, Baranes and her brother spared a glance towards Daëlinris, whose tear-soaked face stood out among the Elves who were still standing near the forest. Stopping, Baranes' face screwed up in pain and anguish as their eyes met, and for the tiniest moment, both sisters lifted their arms as if to grasp each other with their hands, separated only by fifty metrers, before Daëlinris and her group slinked into the shadows, out of sight and out of the reach of Baranes, who screamed in despair after her sister. At first she wished to run towards Daëlinris and join her, but a tug on her arm from Gwelondor told her that it was time to go, and leave Daëlinris behind. Both Elves departed under the starry sky, keeping up pace with the others, while Baranes cried in the arms of her brother.
Daëlinris' tear-soaked face would haunt her forever.
