After five days of constant running, Elvira finally came to a stop. For days, Elvira had been chased by Orcs through a dense forest. She stopped when she realized they were no longer chasing her. She looked at the slain Orcs on the ground. How could this happen? She thought. She had no recollection of any of the beasts dying. She had lost sight of them for about an hour, when she stopped to rest and no Orcs came charging out behind her, she was curious as to what had happened to them. She walked for awhile and then found them dead.
In the middle of her deep thought, she heard a voice behind her say, "What is a young elth doing in these forsaken lands?" she whipped around to see a breathtaking elf with silver clothes, long, neat blonde hair and a delicate crown sitting upon his head, he was riding a beautiful elk. Elvira tried to speak, but she found her voice was dry and she couldn't talk."Here let me aid you." The elf gracefully hopped off his elk and walked towards her, silently and slowly, as if she were a deer about to scamper off if he made a sudden movement. She didn't blame him, she felt like a weak dear ready to run. She was terrified as he approached her.
As he came only inches away from her, he reached out his hand and stroked her soft and rosy cheek. She squeezed her eys shut as she felt his warm hand caress her cheek, to afraid to move. Without warning, he picked her up bridal style and placed her in front of him, on his elk.
She had passed out of dehydration on the trip to his destination, so she woke up not knowing where she was. She found that she was in a lovely large room sleeping on a king sized bed. Her light hair was braided beautifully and she was in a long, flowing, white nightgown. Elvira had been bathed, scrubbed clean, and pampered while she was asleep.