"Reports, let it roll like barrels" Aios Legenthi, first of his name; emperor of the glassy world; the fairest of the elves; the last son of the first crowned head of the elves proclaimed in his glassy court and on his glassy throne. His palace signified the procreation of wealth, and out of his palace down the last wall that guards their mark was known and remarked for the beauty of his kingdom. His throne was made of dragon glasses which was the rarest entity in the four septs only found in the north. There were four skulls before him, skills that he would rest his feet on whenever he wanted; skulls that were gotten from his fathers before him; skulls belonging to three human kings and one of the orcs king - with the orcs being the biggest and the ugliest.
He was clothed in golden apparel, with thorns on the outer coating of the cloak. The cloak was held by a gentle knot around his neck region and opened downwards to reveal his white silky inner tight wears of a white shirt and pants. His hair was white and he had never taken a cut on it since birth, thus, it lengthened behind him in the hands of his six hairdressers who all held the hair with one hand while creaming and fondling it with the other hand.
His eyes were white, his face pale, his teeth small and glittering such that they would emit sparks in a dark hall. The paleness of his face which resulted in the silver glow of his eyes, his round face, his hair, his eyes, his teeth, and his lengthened jawline made him secure the fairest title among his siblings even though he was the last born of the last king.
A patrol agent knelt before him, between his lords over realms who were dressed in silver cloaks and seated in a circular setting just before and below the glassy throne.
"His superior expect that you step close and talk," one of the lords said to the patrol agent and he took three steps forward and knelt again.
"The parade of orcs that were seen last week arrived at the mountains yesterday. They lost. They all died, none but one returned," he said with his face still lowered to the floor.
"The dwarves?" the lord asked.
"The dwarves were heard to be feasting from the mouth of the kingdom to the tail. There was a report of loud music after the victory. Nothing more," the patrol agent replied.
"Humans?" the lord asked again.
"Our spy in the sea brought news that iron was supplied from all regions to the capital. It was a forced supply so the states are sad about it. Our spy on the field says one thousand horses with soldiering riders, five hundred chariots, and two hundred and fifty archers were also sent from the states. Our spy in the capital says they are getting ready should the orcs attack the same way they attacked the dwarves with a greater force, perhaps. Since the orcs are gathering a parade of uruks. Far in the northeast, Babo the Archer, of House Tidilph produces the best graduating knight. News holds that it is a girl. While the collection was going on, a group of bandits attached Low Lake, but they fought back before the local soldiers arrived. The gang that fought back was led by a female and she succeeded in capturing one of the bandits for questioning. I heard she had been earlier called to official service but she rejected the offer. Lastly, he said that King Tobb is planning a visit to the mountains, he plans to marry a princess to one of his princes. Also, there are rumours that King Tobb wants to come here in the glassy wall, but there is no news of his intentions," he said.
Aios waved his hand to the lord.
"You can go," the lord said and the agent stood, bowed and walked out of the court.
"Great, tangled news," Aios began in his smooth, low-pitched voice and stood to his feet. As he walked down the throne and stepped on the rungs, his hairdressers followed and journeyed with him down the court.
"Tons of news from the west and nothing from the east. The dwarves seemed to maintain a closed mouth. Brother," Aios called and faced his older brother who was the lord of lords.
"If we give the orcs the dumbest elf, he would grant the orcs victory over the dwarves isn't it?"
"There is no dumb elf, so no deal," Lord Clios, Aios's older brother, Lord over all lords responded.
"Indeed. They have the number. With the help of Bolobas, they keep recreating through black magic. But the more fighters they have the less their chance of winning. How is that happening," he said and turned to face his brother again.
"They have the number, agreed. But they lack tactics and analysis. That is why they would continue to lose to the halflings. Should they travel west and attack humans, maybe they'll win, maybe they'll lose, we'll see," Clios answered.
"Humans," Aios said and lifted his index finger to the air. Afterwards, he walked slowly back to his throne and spoke as he went.
"They have the strongest belief that the one queen to rule the mid-world would come from their side. There is a prophecy for the four septs, but there are hundreds of prophecy from their sept. They think they are cunning, well, let's keep buying the cunning ones. They seem to be the cheapest. As it seems, the humans want to form an allegiance with the dwarves, I foresee that it would work out but the existence of their relationship will not be long. The girl that led the homeless gang, check on her and see what she is made of. About Babo the Archer, of House Tidilph and the best knight, a girl I heard she is. Find the girl, keep eyes on her."
Aios turned to face the court, there were his lords and his hairdressers waiting for him to take a stand so that the convoluted formation they had taken would be done with.
"Humans seem to be turning the hands of the prophecy towards their sides. It is an age where high preferences are set for young ardent girls and they are working towards it. If we can't produce the queen to rule them all, let's give the queen a king to rule the queen. We must be part of the mid-earth rule," he said and smiled.