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" I can't let you pass, Friend. "

The Dwarven veteran said, his eyes looked down at the ground for a while, as if he was thinking.

" Why do you want to pass? You have already stolen Halflings from their true home-country why do you need to steal even more with your fancy trinkets and promises. "

The Dwarf asked this in a polite but careful tone, unsure on what the response would be.

" Don't threaten me, Eladrin..."

The Dwarf said calmly.

" I have in no way been rude with you, I have in no way intimitated you...Dwarves don't take threats easily..."

" I have said what I have been ordered to say. We will guard the border untill the situation has been resolved and both we and the Halfings can feel secure once more. Meanwhile I advice you to not try to bother us about something you actually have nothing to say about. "

His gaze was cold as ice now and shimmred strangely in a green colour. The Commander suddenly looked down at the ground and sighed heavily, he sat down on the ground and mumbled.

" I am sorry, Eladrin...there isn't much more I can do...or..."

He looked up at the woman with a curious look in his eyes and a faint smile appeared upon his lips.

Dwarven bards sang and magic flew through the land. Fire flamed up from the ground and blocked the trade road.
Dwarven soldiers marched, weapons ready, eyes peering at the enemy from behind their heavy shields. Bows were raised, swords and axes banged against shields and war cries raised.

The Dwarven Commander looked at the Eladrin, his face was white and his fists clenched.

He would have let them pass, if they had just waited...but now they fools had intruded on Dwarven territory, this was not good, not good at all.

Shields were raised, Dwaren warriors roared with anger as they slowly marched forth as a steel wave, stabbing and cutting with weapons of finest steel. Arrows flew from Dwarven arrows, and flames flew from the Bard's hands as they summoned the elements to do their biddings.

This was madness! He hadn't wanted war! But Oldri did what he had to do and therefore led his forces against the Eladrin.



Then suddenly the sky grew dark and stones began to rain down from the sky. Halflings in hundreds had gathered in the nearby forest and unleashed a torrent of stones with their slings on both Eladrin and Dwarf.

The Halflings had not been conquered, they had willingly gone through the occupation. It was a part of their destiny after all, to be united, to be one of a whole. To be one of three. Their Goddess had told them so and her priests and priestesses had told them so throughout the ages.
What upset them though was the Dwarves rash actions, something that made more the one Dwarf to actually enjoy it when a well-placed stone hit it's mark.

War was not what they wanted, especially war from people who thought that they fought to rescue them.

After just a couple of volleys the Halfling's stopped and their Elder's appeared escorted by nearly twenty young Halflings all armed with fine Dwarven swords.

" Leave our land, Eladrin. "

The Halfling Elder said, his voice cold and displeased.

" You come here with spear and flame, wishing to kill our cousins for doing what they think is best. We will not tolerate it! "

The Elder sighed heavily and begun to talk.

" The Dwarves came and blocked the borders, they did. They stopped trade, they did, but in no way they touched us, in no way they hurt us and in no way they tried too steal from us. Their merchants treated us fairly and their warriors treated us with respect. You on the other hand come to our land with spear and flame! Not even asking us, what we want! We the ones that you come to trade with! "

The Elder frowned and shook his head. He began to speak in a sour and dry manner.

" You are welcome to our land as traders when the stubborn son of a goat the Dwarves has a king thinks things has calmed down. But if you return with spear and flame I can promise you that we will rally to the Dwarves side...and together my High friend, I don't think you can take us.."