Tarragon the elf
I want to introduce a young elf by the name of Tarragon. When I say young by elf standards I am talking 150 years old. For your information elves are considered infants or elfants if they are under 100. Tarragon is taller that your average elf. There were rumors that his father was a goblin but others say his face to too fair for him to be goblin offspring. Tarragon loved the water. He would spend whole days swimming in the river. He was very fast. On warm days he would surface regularly to bask in the sun on a leaf or his favorite rock. On wet days though he still swam, he just stayed in the water, diving deep down to the sandy bottom and in and out between the stalks of the water lilys. Tarragon's Mother used to call him an amphibian. When the evenings would come Tarragon would reluctantly go home. He always smelled like fresh water plants.One sunny day while Tarragon was basking he began to daydream. He thought about what it would be like if he could stay under water and not have to come up for air. He thought about the sort of home he would like to make on the river bottom. He thought about how lonely it was being the only elf that liked the water, his brothers and sisters were afraid they would drown.
The sun disappeared behind a cloud and that was Tarragons queue to dive back into the river. As he was swimming down he got tangled in a stalk of the river lotus and while he was freeing himself the stalk broke apart and the stem began to release a thick gel. He got some on his face. He came back up to the surface to breathe. Tarragon loved the smell of the gel. It reminded him of the Gorse flowers that grow on the hill behind the myrtle woods. He dived back under the water. Tarragon noticed something happening. He felt his lungs release some of the pressure that he had gathered since he went under the water. He relaxed totally and found he had no need to take a breath even though by now he would normally be returning to the surface to get air. Tarragon dived deep under the water with ease. He twirled and flipped and made circles with his body. He couldn't believe what was happening.
Returning to the river lotus Tarragon gathered three of the stalks and came out of the water. He ran all the way home carrying his prize. His mother was perplexed when she saw him as normally he wouldn't arrive home until after dark.
Tarragon grabbed his mothers hand and then called out to his sisters and brothers to follow them. When they reached the river Tarragon gently pulled his smallest brother towards him by the hand. He squeezed some of the gel from the stalk of the river lotus and smeared it around his mouth and face. Then he threw his brother into the water. Tarragons mother screamed. Tarragon held her back from jumping into the water herself and smeared some of the gel around her face. Before Tarragons mother could jump into the water, her sons small head emerged from the surface. He had a big smile on his face. "I can breath under water" he shouted.
From that day on, Tarragon and his family spent every day down by the river and Tarragon was never lonely again.
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