Further to the south of Pemphredo, in another land, other beings were getting anxious about the destitute.
Surrounded by the forest of Afna Asori is where the white city of Elfanore exists. Its palace which was visible horse times away was a sight to behold. To its left and right, waterfalls created rainbows that arched to the central tower.
A council was being held in the palace. Its attendants were different from humans. Their hair was silvery. No blemishes or hair sullied their milk-white skin. Their long pointy ears moved to the flow of air.
They were Elves, a descendant of Prima.
"We should not delve into matters that will only affect humans," an elf said condescendingly.
But many were worried. One elf voiced his thoughts.
"But it is prophecised that the now sleeping lord will take over the world when he awakes."
The earlier elf scoffed at that thought. "Prophecies are only prophecies."
The elf sitting next to the king stood up glaring. "You dare question the King's prophecy?"
"That's not... What I said," the elf stuttered.
"It is true that the prophecy may not come true. But it is also a possibility that the enemy will not stop with humans," another elf said touching his chin.
Many were pondering on the roles for the coming ordeal.
Rhothomir Nerifaren, the king of Elfanore slowly stood up.
His hair was long and flowing, golden like the sun. It was braided and decorated. A golden vine-shaped crown sat on his head. He was fairer than the fairest elf. His silver robe was like a blaze. He lifted his arms, his long sleeves flowing.
"My fellow subjects, I looked into the flow of time and saw despair. I saw lands burning and among them our own. I saw our people and their deaths. But amidst all this, ins aw hope. It was like an ember in the middle of a murky sea. It was dim, but it was there. I have decided to bet on that ember of hope," the king's voice was crisp yet flowing, his voice was soft yet booming.
"As unfavourable as it is, I have decided to send two of our elves to the land of men to know the plans of men. The dwarves will also be joining in this endeavour," the king said.
"Working with those hairy barrels, incomprehensible," many stood up shouting.
"Silence," the king boomed.
"It is true that we are on bad terms with the dwarves. They chop the woods for their furnaces. They are hulky and unkempt. Yet, I do not wish for their deaths," the king told the council.
The council members were now silent and downcast.
"I have chosen two of my best for this task. Dalyor Cratumal and Chaenath Nerixidor. You may now enter," the king called the elves.
Dalyor was a man who looked to be in his teens, but for an elf, appearances can be deceiving. His hair was greyish silver and his nose was sharp. He had a dutiful look on his face. He wore an elvish armor painted chestnut in colour. He had a bow in his arms and a quiver on his back.
Chaenath had yellowish golden hair. Unlike Dalyor, she had a playful face. She wore a green elvish armor, covering her petite bosom and slender figure. She also had a bow and a quiver.
"Dalyor and Chaenath, go to Dihel and look for a golden-haired boy. He is our hope," the king commanded.
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Carved deep into the Mountains of Nerdalor is the dwarven city of Thodur. Red hot was being taken from furnaces and beaten until they became weapons for destruction.
Thirumlir son of Drael holding his battle axe came and sat on the rock throne. He thumped the axe to the ground to get everyone's attention.
On Thirumilir's head was a twin-horned helm. His hair was brown and unruly. His thick long brown beard was braided with iron rings. His body was stout but strong. He wore steel armour matching his strength.
"My people, I have news to bring," Thirumilir boomed.
The dwarves stopped what they were doing and gathered around the throne.
"I have gathered information that we will be facing troubling times in the future," Thirumalir said.
The dwarves looked at each other, confused.
"I have known that the lord of the destitute is planning to take over the world," Thirumalir slowly stood up.
"Let them come, we will feed them to our axes," the dwarves jeered.
"Yes, we will. But we need to know more," Thirumalir laughed out loud.
"I have decided to send my son to the land of men to gather information," Thirumalir boomed.
"Come here, my son Nibur," Thirumalir called for his son and the crowd jeered.
Nibur was a finger taller than his father, but in everything else, he was just like him.
"I hate to do this, but two elves will also be joining you, son," Thirumalir said placing his hand on his son's shoulder.
Nibur's eyes widened. He swiped his father's hand away.
"Go with those white sticks, have you got no pride father?" Nibur asked.
"Yes, yes," the crowd shouted their displeasure.
"I know what I am doing is not right for a dwarf. But it was the elf king who came asking for help, he told about the prophecy that the world is in danger. I couldn't refuse when the life of my men is at stake," Thirumalir said lovingly.
"Son, I said go with them. You don't have to love them. The more we know, the better," Thirumalir said hugging his son.
Nibur hated the thought of going with elves, but he didn't want to disobey his father.
"May all the luck be with you on your journey," Thirumalir said looking his son in the eye.
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The two elves and the dwarf left their cities and walked towards Pemphredo, the land of men.
The dwarf didn't look at the elf and the elves didn't care for the dwarf.
They walked towards Pemphredo, the land of men.
Their first destination, The land of connecting.