The Psychotic Elf

[Halbereth Diagona]

Outside the palace, there was an elf standing by the gates. He gave off a slight glow. In actual fact, it was not an elf. It was a faery. He had elf blood, and looked like an elf, but the light showed clearly his status as a faery. He was from Mirkwood, and had followed his good friend Kalia from Farimir's dwelling. She had not seen him, because he had let loose his pointed wings and flown. His name was Sorell Maundy.
Sorell turned his silver eyes towards the palace and flicked back his long red hair. When would she be coming out? Maybe she had a room for the night. In which case, it made sense for him to rest. He would wake up when she came out. He would. Sorell decided to do a quick spell to make sure. He gabbled a few words, then unfurled his wings from under his cape and flew up into the nearest tree. There he sat in a fork and went to sleep.