Eldirnon: The Archer
Eldirnon was sitting under an oak tree in the forest near his home on Evermeet. Like most Elves, he was elegantly, almost femininely, attractive. He was of normal size for an Elf, but was in exceptional physical condition. He was clean-shaven and had short, neat black hair. Behind his right ear was a braid that reached to the middle of his back. A turkey feather hung woven into the end of the braid. His eyes were a deep soulful blue that seemed to almost glow. He was wearing a pullover forest green, Elven Green some called it, shirt and matching pants made from light, but strong Elven fabric. His shoes were also the same green and looked like soft moccasins. Today he was making arrows for his bow. He hummed a cheerful Elven tune as he did his work. The day was bright and sunny and he was going to enjoy it as much as possible.
Suddenly the sky darkened and the wind blew fiercely. "So much for the weather," Eldirnon said as he stood and gathered his things. Then without any warning there was a loud earth-splintering crack behind him. He turned with a start to see what had happened. Before him was a tall individual in a suit of plate mail, his face hidden behind his helm. Eldirnon backed away and reached for an arrow for his bow. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"Noble Elf, I mean you no harm."
"Yeah?" asked Eldirnon. "Prove it."
"I carry no weapons. You can see my hands."
"Okay, well that's a start," said Eldirnon. "What do you want?"
"Your help."
"My help?" asked the confused Elf. "My help with what?"
"Sit please, I will explain everything."
Eldirnon sat back against his tree with his legs crossed underneath him. "I'm listening," he said.
"There is a kingdom in a land far from here that is threatened by war."
"Meaning no disrespect to you," said Eldirnon. "But that is most every kingdom I know of. What makes this one stand out more than others?"
"The very first prayer ever uttered in that kingdom was to me. It is because of that one prayer that I take so much interest in that kingdom and why I care so much."
"The prayer was to you?" asked the now confused Elf. "Who are you?"
"I am the Avatar of the god Helm."
Eldirnon swallowed hard. "I see," he said. "It really means that much to you?"
"More."
"And its King and citizens are people of good character?"
"They are."
"Then I shall help."
To be continued...