Elves

Upon the meadows and hills nearby Duillond the revellers set out, planting many seeds of flowers and trees alike.

For the Olvar (plants) of Yavanna delight under the helping hands of the skilled Firstborn.

The Elves of Celondim and Duillond gather to celebrate the feast of Nost-na-Lothion, birth of flowers.

Arriving at the gates, the company was stopped by the guards.

Not all of them received friendly glances, for the Woodland Folk was wary and mistrustful, even towards other elves.

Crossing the bridge, they approached the gates beyond which they would finally find some rest, some refreshments and some safety.

Leaving the darkness behind, the company followed the path through the forest twilight, until they stood in front of the great archway that lead to the halls of the Woodland Folk.

Those who see the change understand its meaning.

A faint glow from afar pierced the darkness of the forest, and the company halted, gazing at the first real source of light since days.

Having entered the Woodland Realm, after days of traveling without any sunlight, without feeling a fresh breeze upon the skin, many a wanderer can become an easy prey to madness, despair and tiredness.