LinGalad listened uneasily as story after story was related. They all followed a pattern: mysterious disappearance followed by gory discovery. He heartily wished he was back in Lasgalen among friendly elves, tying boring knots in a ladder under tall, leafy trees-- nice, friendly, dependable trees that wouldn't eat him or anybody else. He shuddered.
And he had yet to see any elves. Men were all very nice, he supposed, but their customs were rumored to be very odd, he dreaded accidentally offending them, and he desperately didn't want to be the only elf involved in this-- mission? Quest? Problem?
Problem, he nodded. Definitely a problem. How does one convince a tree not to eat people? He grimaced, and glanced at the great stone doorway that had yet to produce a single elf.
He forced himself to listen to the speaker... another grisly story. He shuddered, and wondered when they would adjourn the meeting for a meal, or fresh air, or... blue sky.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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