The Lonely City

A Long Lost People

Glorfimir led them to yet another clearing. This one, however was populated by a small amount of tents and a large bonfire. Many different elves turned to face them as they arrived. Allethan, Thilhan and Loirin could not believe this site. A real Elf-camp, surely this must be one of the Forests many tricks! But it was not, they could feel the warmth of the fire draw away their weariness and fill them with hope and joy. "This is our camp, we used to dwell in beautiful cities like our kin in the east, but alas no longer", Glorfimir told them. Nembor looked at him, his eyes wide.

"You are one of the Uren?" He asked, Glorfindel smiled and nodded.

"Yes, one of the western kin", Glorfimir replied. Thilhan and Allethan both looked confused at all this.

"What's the Uren?" Thilhan muttered to Loirin.

"It's the elvish word for 'Western Kin'. In the common tongue they are called 'Wood Elves'." Loirin told them as Nembor spoke to Glorfimir in the elvish language. 

"Wood Elves... Wow..." Thilhan muttered to himself. Later on they were led to a large wooden table where many elves sat and talked and ate together. Glorfimir sat at the head of the table with Nembor sitting on the second row. Loirin, Allethan and Thilhan all sat together near the middle of the table. On the table lay an abundance of different meats, vegetables and fruits. The entire group ate as much as they could, Nembor spent most of the meal talking to Glorfimir in the elvish language.

When their meal had been eaten they were led to a large tent. Once inside they found beds already laid out with a small fire burning in the centre of the tent. In a corner were the supplies they had left with the elves when they had entered the camp. Everything seemed the same at first glance, but when Allethan examined them further he realized that there was an odd sheen on their weapons. Loirin's hammer glowed faintly with a blue light, whilst Allethan's and Thilhan's weapons shined brighter than they ever had before. Allethan, Thilhan and Loirin all studied their weapons for a while, wondering what the elves could have done to bring such unusual light to their equipment. After a while, Nembor entered the tent after talking with his kin to find the other three looking at him with accusing faces. 

"What is this?!", Loirin shouted, holding his hammer up to Nembor's face, or as close as he could reach. Nembor took the hammer off him and weighed it in his hands. 

"If I am right, these weapons have received the blessing of Uren, they have been enchanted with an arcane power long lost to the elves of the east..." Nembor handed the hammer back to Loirin and picked up his own bow. It shone green, a green that the group had long since forgotten about in the darkness of the Dark Forest. Glorfimir entered the tent, grinning.

"I see you have recieved our gifts", Glorfimir said.

"What did you do?", Loirin asked, handing him his hammer.

"Ahh, your hammer. We gave the blessing of rock to this weapon; It shall never break, nor shall it's shine ever grow dull. It is now known as Beleldur, 'The Stone Weapon'.", Glorfimir gave the hammer back and took Allethan's sword. "This has the blessing of fire; the users enemies shall feel the heat of lava upon contact, but only under the light of noon until 2 in the afternoon. It shall be called Riorith, 'The Heart of the Sun'." Glorfimir told the group that Thilhan's weapon was blessed with ice, striking ice into his enemies hearts- named Non. Nembor's bow was blessed with the forest. The arrows were coated in Elvish poison and could stun and blind their enemies. It was called Pelad. "It would appear your bow has been blessed by our kin once before. The markings on this bow, from the High Elves of the North. From the country of old", Glorfimir handed him the bow. "May this bow serve you well in the future, Elf-friend", Nembor nodded as placed the bow back with his supplies. That night they slept better than they had all journey, knowing they were safe in the light of the Elf-camp...