HOME | DD

Description
Elladan discovers the protected treasure of the Woodland Realm.
________________________________________________________________

While Legolas sat with his father, informing him of the highlights of his journey, Elladan was marveling at the suite of rooms he had been provided with.

When they had arrived, he had wondered what the fortress would look like from the back. Indeed he could see none of the impressive spires visible at the front, but there were numerous windows with wooden balconies that hung out over the sheerest vertical drop Elladan had ever seen – unfortunately he had found that out the hard way.

When he had first approached the doors, he had flung them open impetuously, and promptly swooned, grabbing the carved wooden railings tight as he realized that he was, quite literally, hanging off the side of a mountain. Far below, was a steep hill which blended into an evergreen wood of spruce and pine, fir and cypress. The aroma was fresh and crisp, just like the light breeze that blew about his face. There were numerous lakelets and meres dotted around the forest floor for as far as the eye could see; this forest, he knew, was untouched by the darkness - no wonder they protected it so fiercely, who wouldn’t? - it was a paradise of greens, blues and browns, and every shade between, textures of wood and water, earth and mist, each with its own characteristic aroma that reached his senses and set his head reeling.

And then he realized why the perspective had seemed odd to him as they had entered the gates, for the further they approached the front, the lower the trees seemed to become, until they appeared to simply – disappear from sight, and now he knew why. The ground level at the front was much, much higher than it was from the back - the mountain fortress of the Greenwood was quite literally perched upon the edge of a plateau.

Straight ahead of him, he could see a mountain range in the distance – the Lonely Mountain, he thought. The view was quite literally breathtaking, dramatic even. He had never imagined the Greenwood like this, and only now was he beginning to realize that there was much work to be done. He would suggest his father send historians, scribes, and artists - mapmakers and botanists, for this marvel should be proclaimed throughout Elvendom, documented for posterity.

From Arcane Land, chapter 4 by Alpha Ori (warning: mature content).
_________________________________________________________________

In the same collection:

Previous chapter
Next chapter

Back to Greenwood - The Price of Protection - The foremost elves of the Greenwood - Beyond the fortress - Symbols of lordship - Legacy of the Fallen - Reminiscence - Like the Wind - Cheers in Haven - The Silver Queen - The Winged Warrior

Description
Elladan discovers the protected treasure of the Woodland Realm.
________________________________________________________________

While Legolas sat with his father, informing him of the highlights of his journey, Elladan was marveling at the suite of rooms he had been provided with.

When they had arrived, he had wondered what the fortress would look like from the back. Indeed he could see none of the impressive spires visible at the front, but there were numerous windows with wooden balconies that hung out over the sheerest vertical drop Elladan had ever seen – unfortunately he had found that out the hard way.

When he had first approached the doors, he had flung them open impetuously, and promptly swooned, grabbing the carved wooden railings tight as he realized that he was, quite literally, hanging off the side of a mountain. Far below, was a steep hill which blended into an evergreen wood of spruce and pine, fir and cypress. The aroma was fresh and crisp, just like the light breeze that blew about his face. There were numerous lakelets and meres dotted around the forest floor for as far as the eye could see; this forest, he knew, was untouched by the darkness - no wonder they protected it so fiercely, who wouldn’t? - it was a paradise of greens, blues and browns, and every shade between, textures of wood and water, earth and mist, each with its own characteristic aroma that reached his senses and set his head reeling.

And then he realized why the perspective had seemed odd to him as they had entered the gates, for the further they approached the front, the lower the trees seemed to become, until they appeared to simply – disappear from sight, and now he knew why. The ground level at the front was much, much higher than it was from the back - the mountain fortress of the Greenwood was quite literally perched upon the edge of a plateau.

Straight ahead of him, he could see a mountain range in the distance – the Lonely Mountain, he thought. The view was quite literally breathtaking, dramatic even. He had never imagined the Greenwood like this, and only now was he beginning to realize that there was much work to be done. He would suggest his father send historians, scribes, and artists - mapmakers and botanists, for this marvel should be proclaimed throughout Elvendom, documented for posterity.

From Arcane Land, chapter 4 by Alpha Ori (warning: mature content).
_________________________________________________________________

In the same collection:

Previous chapter
Next chapter

Back to Greenwood - The Price of Protection - The foremost elves of the Greenwood - Beyond the fortress - Symbols of lordship - Legacy of the Fallen - Reminiscence - Like the Wind - Cheers in Haven - The Silver Queen - The Winged Warrior