Elves

A maze of narrow pathways. Large webs, covering rocks and undergrowth like lurking scars.

A small camp. Nine elves. One of them injured, having barely escaped with his life.

Supplies, tools, natural resources, pieces of art, weapons, ingredients of all sorts, food, drinks, clothes, precious stones and metals, many curiosities, good advice and exchange of the latest news:

Two sea-ladies sharing their common love for the waves of Belegaer.

Many elves are present at the feast. They show their crops and bounty of harvest, and they share local news while drinking excellent wine under the stars.

Excited by the many fresh smells a little crawling tyrant decides to devour as much greens as possible.

However, how could he resist the many tasty tidbits offered by the hands of a friendly elf sire?

"Through the gates of Celondim I stepped

and found laughter and merriment there.

Crops and fruits and bounty of harvest I saw

and many fair folk, adorned by the stars."

What is fueling the actions of the Orks, the defilers of Middle-Earth, the Melkorohíni?

How can the Firstborn oppose so much hatred and lust for destruction?

Brothers-in-arms Annunghil and Raolor recalling memories of the past, pondering the nature of the servants of evil.