Dig, dig, dig, for elves a grave!
For over mead, we'll soon rant and rave.
Dig, dig, dig, for elves to rest!
Dig, dig, and rest they shall!
Rest forever, in earth so brown and black!
For Bema knows, we shan't be back!
Dig, dig, dig, for elves a grave!
With their deaths, our land we save!
Over mead, we shall rejoice!
Yet of their lives, elves had a choice!
Dig, dig, dig, Yrminas! Let us not labour alone!
Grab a shovel and sing us a song!
For we wish not to linger over long!
Oh who's a-prancing around my stead?
With sharp ears waving in the wind, upon thin milk-white legs?!
Oh how I speared it down, hurrah! The elf is dead!
The elf is dead!
Let lord and land be fed,
when all is done and let bells be wrung and remember all that was said!
Oh who's a stalking in the woods?
With knife-noses sniffing like a fox, followed by his ilk like a grumpy goose?
Oh how I shot it in the eye hurrah! The elf is dead!
And blood they bled!
Come not nigh the mounds of dead; witch-craft lingers! Dread, o' dread!
Upon an elven death bed!
Oh! Who comes a-dancing upon feet of porselain?
Flopping on their heads.. a coal-black mane?
Oh how I strung them by the neck! Hurrah! The elf is dead!
The maiden she frowns, she had not a clue.
O' elves, o' elves! Let them not hurt you!
Hear my word! I stand upon higher ground than thee!
For solider you are and chief am I! Hark not and wrath you shall see!
So sang the Riders after they bid the elves farewell and begun to dig graves where nobody shall rest. A decision had been made; the riders would set the elves free in secret and feign their death. Yet this was planned with cunning, for they spoke of bewitchment of a curse that now lingered upon the graves. Thus all shall dread to go to nigh to them. They now deem that the elves are indepted to them, for their risk was dire if they should be discovered. For they would face the cost of treason and be locked within a jail for the remainder of their lives - or worse. With hopes that these elves shall remember this dept with their honour the riders shall hope, especially Redwick, for he had thought that the aid of elves might be desired at a time in any adventures that he has to come. Yet he cannot be certain if ever he is to encounter them again.
That day an elf took notice of Redwick's bow. This is what he feared for his bow that he had found in the Misty Mountains was of Elven craft and he dreaded what his own folk would think of it if ever they had learned that he bore a weapon made by elves. He doubted whether they might guess it's origins and there he took a risk, but when an elf asked to gaze upon it when his comrades were about him he refused allow it. More so he dreaded that an elf might deem that he had stolen the bow or had slain an elf and took it.
That was not all. Upon the departure of the elves the riders were required to keep a blade as a token of assurance to the folk of Grimslade, proof that the elves might be dead. Now Redwick had chosen the blade of the rebellious elf-maiden but there was one who would not allow it. He come upon Redwick ere the departure of the elves and asked for a trade, a trade Redwick had no difficulty refusing and he thought that it would be to his benefit. He was offered a long-sword in turn, for the one he kept was short. Redwick is no man to wield a long sword, but he knew of one who could. And she stood as his side that day: Therwen. He gave the sword to her to use once she had boasted it before the townsfolk of Grimslade. Perhaps it did not happen as Redwick had wished, but he had felt that the elves were befriended to him, not by debt but because such honour was held high. He and the riders watched them depart and he kept a hopeful heart that they should find their friend who they sought, for he knew deep in his heart of aught as such had happened to a dear friend of him then he would have done the same thing.
This hereby ends this tale, or does it? I cannot be completely certain. Atleast not yet.
