ship, “We are Elves from the Far Shore . We come in peace and there are three hundred and fifty of us, not including the sailors. However you will find that we are not much of a threat, because the ships only hold women and children and a few wounded warriors.”
“In this land and in these days, we do consider women a threat . What is your purpose here?” Ermort asked again.
Gilead was very confused about Ermort statement on the women, but he knew that Ermort was the one asking the questions and not him. “We have stirred up an ancient evil on the Far Shore and now seek sanctuary for we are refugees of a war. If we could talk to your Governor we can explain everything. Meanwhile, I ask your permission to land our people . They have been on these ships for many days.”
“I cannot give you permission to land, only the Governor can . I will take you to him, but all of the others must remain in their ships,” was Ermort’s terse reply. Gilead gracefully accepted and Captain Hedris and he went to see Governor Welch.
The Governor maintained a large house on the edge of town. Ermort escorted the two Elves to the Governor, who sat them down and offered them some wine. Both of the Elves were surprised at how wonderful the wine tasted.
“What are you doing on our shores?” the Governor asked at length.
“We are amidst of a war with large monsters we call Trolls. We are not winning this war and have women and children that need shelter until we can turn the tide of the attacks on our towns and cities. If you would give us a place to stay we would be most thankful,” Gilead said.
The Governor looked at Ermort, “Do the Royal Scouts have tents that we can use to house the Elves until they can be returned to their homes?”
“ Yes, Sir, "He replied and then he asked Gilead, “How long will you be needing them?”
“It will be a long time, which brings me to my next question . We are in need of warriors. We have room on the ships that will be returning in the morning to bring more people here. Can you spare a few hundred soldiers?”
The Governor ’s face turned red at that one, “I don’t know what your situation is. I will have you meet with all the other rulers of the land and see what they have to say before I can commit to that. I cannot answer that request yet.”
Gilead smiled pleasantly . He had known that request would not go well, but he was told to ask, so he did. “The other leaders, will you summon them?”
It was the Governor ’s turn to smile, “I already have, as soon as I saw your ships.”
Ermort spoke up, “You said that the ships are going back for more of you? How many more are coming over the Stormy Sea?”
Gilead’s smile was gone, “All of the survivors of my race.”
A City of Tents
The Royal Scouts set up all of their tents on the north side of the city. When the ships started offloading their passengers there was a long line of Elves going up the hill towards the tents. The Royal Scouts helped them with the baggage that they had brought along with them. Never in the history of the Land of Elvenshore had the day seen so many disheartened Elves. A lot of those that fled had already lost brothers, husbands and fathers, and the other had loved ones left behind and did not know of their fate, but they feared the worst.
Gilead was there at the top of the hill assigning living quarters to those that were arriving. His crushed arm was still in a sling. He waited until all of the refugees were off the ships before he had Fannor brought up the hill on a stretcher.
Fannor moaned and groaned because of the pain as he was carried. The movements made his injuries hurt all that much more. He was set in a tent. They had prepared a cot for him and Fannor was soon asleep.
Gilead was surprised to see Governor Welch standing behind him when he turned around. "I fought side by side with that m an in the first Gremlin war. Fannor is brave; it grieves me to see him so badly
“In this land and in these days, we do consider women a threat . What is your purpose here?” Ermort asked again.
Gilead was very confused about Ermort statement on the women, but he knew that Ermort was the one asking the questions and not him. “We have stirred up an ancient evil on the Far Shore and now seek sanctuary for we are refugees of a war. If we could talk to your Governor we can explain everything. Meanwhile, I ask your permission to land our people . They have been on these ships for many days.”
“I cannot give you permission to land, only the Governor can . I will take you to him, but all of the others must remain in their ships,” was Ermort’s terse reply. Gilead gracefully accepted and Captain Hedris and he went to see Governor Welch.
The Governor maintained a large house on the edge of town. Ermort escorted the two Elves to the Governor, who sat them down and offered them some wine. Both of the Elves were surprised at how wonderful the wine tasted.
“What are you doing on our shores?” the Governor asked at length.
“We are amidst of a war with large monsters we call Trolls. We are not winning this war and have women and children that need shelter until we can turn the tide of the attacks on our towns and cities. If you would give us a place to stay we would be most thankful,” Gilead said.
The Governor looked at Ermort, “Do the Royal Scouts have tents that we can use to house the Elves until they can be returned to their homes?”
“ Yes, Sir, "He replied and then he asked Gilead, “How long will you be needing them?”
“It will be a long time, which brings me to my next question . We are in need of warriors. We have room on the ships that will be returning in the morning to bring more people here. Can you spare a few hundred soldiers?”
The Governor ’s face turned red at that one, “I don’t know what your situation is. I will have you meet with all the other rulers of the land and see what they have to say before I can commit to that. I cannot answer that request yet.”
Gilead smiled pleasantly . He had known that request would not go well, but he was told to ask, so he did. “The other leaders, will you summon them?”
It was the Governor ’s turn to smile, “I already have, as soon as I saw your ships.”
Ermort spoke up, “You said that the ships are going back for more of you? How many more are coming over the Stormy Sea?”
Gilead’s smile was gone, “All of the survivors of my race.”
A City of Tents
The Royal Scouts set up all of their tents on the north side of the city. When the ships started offloading their passengers there was a long line of Elves going up the hill towards the tents. The Royal Scouts helped them with the baggage that they had brought along with them. Never in the history of the Land of Elvenshore had the day seen so many disheartened Elves. A lot of those that fled had already lost brothers, husbands and fathers, and the other had loved ones left behind and did not know of their fate, but they feared the worst.
Gilead was there at the top of the hill assigning living quarters to those that were arriving. His crushed arm was still in a sling. He waited until all of the refugees were off the ships before he had Fannor brought up the hill on a stretcher.
Fannor moaned and groaned because of the pain as he was carried. The movements made his injuries hurt all that much more. He was set in a tent. They had prepared a cot for him and Fannor was soon asleep.
Gilead was surprised to see Governor Welch standing behind him when he turned around. "I fought side by side with that m an in the first Gremlin war. Fannor is brave; it grieves me to see him so badly
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