The Lord Of The Ring Elves Mga Nobela at Kwento

I breathed. “The Dark Elves’ mountains,” Rivyn replied grimly. “The Elves are cousins to the Fae,” he said quietly as he encouraged Coryfe to move forwards. The horse did not like the location, reacting to the sulphur smell of the soil, and communicated his dislike through his movement, each step reluctant as if he anticipated the ground would disappear before him.

His gaze was fixed on the main house. All the elven buildings were made of a material carefully selected to be in harmony with nature. The base for the building bricks was a mixture of sand and earth which was then further mixed with a special type of paste. This paste was made from processed silver dust and tiny seeds from elven sacred trees. These sacred trees, called eloeins, grew in dense forests throughout Velas. And Velas was the only land in Raal where those trees grew. The elves believed that they carried the souls of their ancestors. Beneath each of these groves were underground chambers that served as resting places for dead elves. Their bodies provided nutrients for the roots, whi

Elizabeth was only now amazed when she heard what the white wizard and professor Hikkaido just said. With people? But aren't they people too? They seem to be people, the girl thought. The elves, like the stone ones, aren’t as beautiful as these creatures, Miss Edwards concluded. But she found out the answer immediately. “We’re glad to have with us the fourth wizard who’s part of the jury, Princess of the Western Tree Kingdom. The leader of the elves in the Western Tree Forest Lady Eyoween ... and the Lord Leader of the Elves Army of the Western Tree Kingdom, the Tbylisyum wizard who honours us with the presence of the students from the Elffas School of Magic.”

The branches arched downward in the perfect shape of an umbrella, hauntingly reminiscent of the Mother Tree. Ron stumbled closer, staring in disbelief, before turning back toward the Shadow Master. “I… I don’t understand.” “Don’t you know the true origin of the creature you married, Prince Ron?” The cloaked figure asked, then clicked his tongue in disapprovement when he saw Ron's clueless expression. “Tsk. Kids these days just go ahead and marry without any background checks.” He muttered. “What?” Prince Ron asked, not really getting what he said. “The Elves were created from the power of the Dark Lord’s heart and the Earth Spirit’s.” The Shadow Master explained. “Both channeled through the

The Elf nodded and gave him a hint of a smile. The Ja’saal spoke to his comrade again, and as soon as the Elf had re-mounted they turned their horses and charged off into the battle behind their kin. Randey watched them with wonder. They rode as if one with their horses, and already the Elven archers had slain many Goblins as the Elf host rode into the chaos of the conflict. Their Elven blades seemed to glow, shining brightly as many of them cut through the Goblin ranks with comparative ease. Randey was both surprised and relieved that the Elf swords did not break upon contact with the Goblins’. Evidently they had enchantments of their own that protected them from whatever Dark Magic infused

"Sure we need allies, but another realm?" "Yes," I said. "We cannot fight thousands of demons alone. My pack contacted beings strong enough to stand against them — the Elves." A wave of confusion passed through the room. "Elves?" "As in… magic elves?" "They're real?" "Yes. And they are powerful," I said. "More powerful than any Alpha or warrior here — especially their royals. According to the Living Book, they were once mediators among the realms. If anyone can help us put Roosevelt back to sleep, it's them."