Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141102040650/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141129060204

Gwelyn entered the chamber, and approached Kogan, Dorin, Balgorod and Anduthuine (the four commander-people present) and said "Bring your injured and weary to my halls. I have constructed a healing chamber for Lord Enderborn and I to use. and once your men are healed, we shall hold a magnificent feast to commemorate this victory."

Balgorod smiled. "A feast! Now you're speaking my language!" Balgorod motioned the Elven warriors to follow him toward Gwelyn's domain. Anduthuine rolled his eyes, then started directing the recovery and transport of injured soldiers. Balgorod turned and called "Oy, Ranger! I've got a score of 82!"

Anduthuine got a glimmer in his eye. "83." Balgorod glared, then turned and stormed off.

Meanwhile...

Eureka sat in the healing chambers, rubbing his head. He felt better physically now, but he was still angry. Angry at himself for letting himself slip. It's true that the battle probably would have gone much longer if it weren't for his condition, but that didn't make it any less deplorable. He vowed that he wouldn't allow himself to go berserk, it's what gave Endermen a bad name in the third age. Their animalistic rage whenever someone looked them in the eye. Of course, his people had learned discipline, and given that he was only half-Ender he should be able to hold it back better than anyone. The truth was that Eureka had let himself slide into animalistic rage. He wanted to protect his friends and win the battle. And yet, he had nearly killed Gwelyn. It was unforgivable. And, what's worse, fear would eat him up. What if someone slipped past his defenses? Caught him in a weak moment? He might kill somebody! Balgorod, Anduthuine, Glosur, any one of them. These people weren't aware of his particular situation, Eru had forbidden him to give the natives any knowledge of other dimensions or peoples. For the first time, Eureka seriously considered leaving Middle Earth.

Kherender was waiting with him. Both stood in awkward silence. Eventually, Kherender spoke up. "So. What was that thing you did? How did you suddenly go all... animal?"

"I guess I just got so angry. This guy was threatening to kill my friends. He was using the powers of an evil long gone. I just... wanted to destroy him. And make him scared of me."

"I see." Kherender was silent for a few minutes, then said "That's not the truth, is it?"

"No."

"Ah." More silence, and then: "Are you cursed?"

Eureka chuckled. "No, friend, I am blessed. But in your eyes, quite possibly."

Then, the first injured warriors began to arrive.

meanwhile...

Back on the surface, things were going well. Very, very well. The Elven towns and the Gray Keep in the White Foothills had grown too large in population. Only so many Elves could be set to sing Quendite from the earth. And so, the excess population was sent to Lothlorien. There, a new treetop city was being built in the stead of Caras Galadhon. In Lindon, a similar situation was occurring, and many new towns and cities were being constructed. The Grey Havens were repopulated, and Elven citizens even began returning to Rivendell. The same still was happening in Mirkwood, as the Wood Elves, now increasing in population as well, and now leaderless, called upon Eureka, the last known Elven Lord in Middle-Earth. They too began to expand the halls of the Woodland realm.

Yes, the coming of a new Elven species marked a change in fates for the Elves of Middle-Earth.