"You have been summoned to this council to be assigned a mission of great
mystery," said Celebrin Whitewinter, King of Willownorth, one of the four
major regions of the elven nation. "Your mission is to go into the world
of men to see what they're like now, a million years leaves a lot of room
for change in mortals." For a moment the other elves just stared in
disbelief, refusing to comprehend what they just heard. "I guess there are
no objections?" said Celebrin, sounding like a question.
"You wish to destroy the just now repopulated elven nation for the sake of knowledge?!" I said. I am Rowenrim Ivyleaf, Wood Elf Princess of Everwood. Wood elves keep to them selves a lot of the time, but this outraged me. What an absurd thing to say. I must have hit a tree while riding here and I'm not hearing correctly. But everyone else seemed to have heard it.
"Now you must calm down," Celebrin tried say.
"CALM DOWN!! Father, you know what happens when they find out that there is a more superior being. They will try to hunt us!" exclaimed Tindomerel, princess of the sylvan elves. She was being extremely calm! In case you didn't know, sylvan elves are very aggressive.
"We cannot fend off the entire world!" This was Laurelin Autumnwood, high elf princess of Eastbrite. Her eyes had turned a fiery violet. Those who are most dear to her know she is half fairy. She was the most outgoing of us all. But don't be fooled Laurelin does not give her trust and loyalty away as easily as you think high elves do.
Last, there was Willow Greenleaf, or Tathar, gray elf princess of Mirkwood. She was the oldest and most mature of the four of them. Willow was just sitting there listening attentively with nervousness. In case you didn't know this, gray elves are the most noble of the other races.
Even though we were about two thousand five hundred years old, Willow was three thousand years old; we knew what had happened a million years ago. Elves and humans used to live in harmony together. But soon men started to become jealous and started killing the elves off. The elves did not wish to harm them, except for the sylvan, for obvious reasons. So in solution, the elves went to a land mass only known to them. The elves had kept track of the geography of the humans but they had never made contact since they moved.
"You must trust that this mission is quite safe. All the plans have been made; you will be leaving in a month for what is called Hawaii. It's a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I am also sending Willow's brother, Legolas, to help you along the way," said the king after the shouts calmed a little.
"Excuse me, but why are you sending us and not someone else?" asked Willow. It was a question growing in my mind also.
"You wish to destroy the just now repopulated elven nation for the sake of knowledge?!" I said. I am Rowenrim Ivyleaf, Wood Elf Princess of Everwood. Wood elves keep to them selves a lot of the time, but this outraged me. What an absurd thing to say. I must have hit a tree while riding here and I'm not hearing correctly. But everyone else seemed to have heard it.
"Now you must calm down," Celebrin tried say.
"CALM DOWN!! Father, you know what happens when they find out that there is a more superior being. They will try to hunt us!" exclaimed Tindomerel, princess of the sylvan elves. She was being extremely calm! In case you didn't know, sylvan elves are very aggressive.
"We cannot fend off the entire world!" This was Laurelin Autumnwood, high elf princess of Eastbrite. Her eyes had turned a fiery violet. Those who are most dear to her know she is half fairy. She was the most outgoing of us all. But don't be fooled Laurelin does not give her trust and loyalty away as easily as you think high elves do.
Last, there was Willow Greenleaf, or Tathar, gray elf princess of Mirkwood. She was the oldest and most mature of the four of them. Willow was just sitting there listening attentively with nervousness. In case you didn't know this, gray elves are the most noble of the other races.
Even though we were about two thousand five hundred years old, Willow was three thousand years old; we knew what had happened a million years ago. Elves and humans used to live in harmony together. But soon men started to become jealous and started killing the elves off. The elves did not wish to harm them, except for the sylvan, for obvious reasons. So in solution, the elves went to a land mass only known to them. The elves had kept track of the geography of the humans but they had never made contact since they moved.
"You must trust that this mission is quite safe. All the plans have been made; you will be leaving in a month for what is called Hawaii. It's a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I am also sending Willow's brother, Legolas, to help you along the way," said the king after the shouts calmed a little.
"Excuse me, but why are you sending us and not someone else?" asked Willow. It was a question growing in my mind also.