Henneth Annûn Story Archive

Then Halan finds me. "You no longer need me to work on the palisade. I'm going to speak with them."

"They will kill you, too. Don't be a fool, Halan."

"They are Elves. I had Elven friends in the East, and we were told that the Elves here are friendly as well. I must speak with them."

"Halan..." He walks to the fence. I do not try to stop him.

Gods, let him be right.

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Felagund promised that he would rid us of these marauders; why do they return?

We sit in watch around the fence they killed so many plants to create. We can outlast them. They must leave their walls sometime. And when they do, we will be ready.

Movement catches our attention. We watch as thornbushes are pulled aside to let a man step out.

He speaks. It almost sounds like real words. Is he trying to speak to us?

Four stones drop him where he stands. That is our only message to these tree-hewers, these beast-hunters: Leave our lands or die.