Note: Hey guys! Heres the next part. This part explains a little more about the elves and what happened to them, however, its not the whole story. that will come in time. Enjoy! Please review! xxx

Chapter 8: The Elves Histroy

We left the inn about mid-morning right as the sun had permanently settled into its spot in the sky. Before leaving, we made sure to eat something, yet another thing Everest paid for. He didn't seem to mind, he was actually really sweet about it. He was starting to look at me funny, like he never wanted to take his eyes off me. I kind of liked the unexpected attention though; it made me feel special, like when my mother used to look at me and make me feel like I was all that mattered to her. I haven't had that feeling in a long time. Lady bullock was a loving person, but, she didn't compare. It was as if the feelings I got from Everest were genetically programmed into my brain to mean something more, something irreplaceable, just like mother.

I caught him stealing glances at me; I blushed and looked away from him, caught red handed looking at him as well. When he smiled, I got chills because I know that the smile was intended for me to see, and that made it all the better. The best part about Everest was that he was gorgeous, the most beautiful boy I have even laid eyes on for sure. I recalled when the times that he said he liked my hair, and how that would make me flush and how it would make my heart sing. I didn't think I could deny anymore that I was developing feelings for him, even if they were one-sided. How I wish that I could read his mind to know if he felt the same, which would make me feel more confident. For now, I decided to keep quiet about my feelings, not wanting to start something that may not take off well.

We were on our way to the mountains to pay a visit to the elves that seeked their refuge up in them. I still came as a shock to my system to know that elves still roamed the earth. My mother always told me that the elves were destroyed in a great war over one-hundred years ago. She didn't mention who the war was against or why it happened, just that it whipped out the entire elf race. I had never given much thought to what happened to the elves and why the war had happened, I suppose I never had a reason to care. But now, I realize that was foolish, since, I need the elves now. They had to know something about the Ryders and what they were planning and if Sauron was actually back. I wondered if Everest knew why the war happened and whom it involved. He knows of the elves existence, so it would make sense if he knew what had happened. We were riding in silence, our minds both busy. I decided to break the silence and ask him.

"Everest?" he turned his head in my direction.

"Yes?"

"About the elves, what happened to them? Why was there a war?"

"Well it's quite simple really. People tend to kill each other when they don't get what they want. The Ryders wanted something from the elves that was top secret, something only the elves knew. When they refused to hand the information over, the Ryders became vengeful, full of hate towards the elves. After Frodo destroyed the ring of power, middle earth was forever changed into a place no one wanted to be in."

"I could figure that."

"You'd think it would be the opposite, but, anything could happen, even the unexpected. Races started depending on their own kind, orcs and goblins still framed as the enemies. The Ryders formed, praising Sauron and the power that he possessed. They swore to resurrect their great leader they looked up to. That's their goal, to bring him back."
"The King said they were under the power of Sauron..."

"Right, they were consumed at the thought of having him as their leader, so they trained. They inducted members, killers that would stop at nothing to see Sauron take form once again. This brings me back to the elves, once they found out that the elves wouldn't help them, they challenged them to war. Trained killers only know how to kill, that's their programming, that's what they live for, that's what motivates them to live. The Ryders were so consumed with darkness that they slaughtered the elves, trying to make sure they killed off every single one."

"But what's the point of that? Now they would never know what they needed to know, which was what by the way?" Everest stared forward, his eyes searching for what to say.

"I don't know. That was always the part that never made sense to me. I guess it's because they were controlled by seeing dead bodies before them. Killing the elves was the only answer they saw fit, even if it meant never knowing what they needed to know." For some reason, it didn't make sense that he didn't know what the elves knew. I was as curious as ever to know what they knew now, and, what it had to do with my mother. Why she's dead must connect directly to what the elves know, for, why else would the Ryders kill her?