He had ventured far from
the place he once
called home
as travels found him more than lost
again from woods he
had emerged.
Near the clearing by river’s ford
on a moonlit night
he spied
A bathing fair maiden glistening
neath the starlight’s night.
He should have turned away
or made himself
known but
gazed all the more his longing grew
for she sang aloud
as if
just for him of some woodland elf.
Arched back with firmness high
the maiden’s form
and voice
were both a spell of enchantment
as Fayendar feasted
eyes wide
Enava he whispered her name to be
till morning love
she became his.
Fayendar embraced Enava his wife
she who gifted him
a daughter
Elbrekah – ‘Child of Elven Love’
so named as though
she would never
know him upon the approach of war.
He love both mother and child
dearly and eighteen years she passed
till the war could no longer be ignored
or brother his broken oath mended.
From Uruk’s harsh rocky plains
through the gorge of Mount Jebul’s range
he did cross over the troll’s stone bridge
of the Blue River’s rapids into the
dark forest of Norwood’s twisted roots
as southward he turned and ventured
for the island of Eul and Ra`More
The Last Stronghold of his forgotten kin.
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