ONE MINUTE STORIES | EPISODE NINE

Here, I stand before the ornate tomb of our beloved Elf King.
Oh how the air whispers tales of his valor and sacrifice, tales that shall forever be etched upon the tapestry of our people.

He was a beacon of light in the darkness, a guardian of our realms, and a symbol of hope in the face of unfathomable evil. When the forces of Morgoth darkened the horizon, he rose with steadfast courage, wielding his blade with grace and might.
In the battlefield, his presence was a song, resonating through the hearts of our kin. With each stroke of his sword, he danced with elegance, defying the tides of despair that threatened to engulf us. His silver hair shimmered like the sun's rays through the leaves, and his eyes glowed with an unwavering determination.