The Elves were marching in a relaxed, yet organized stream of bronze-coloured armour. General Tarik and Queen Rowan weaved to and fro through the warriors, archers, and horsemen on their way to the forge. Following the sound of the hammer, Rowan reached the door and knocked. The hammering stopped.
“Come in."
Elduine stood in front of the glowing forge, a black apron wrapped around his body. His honey-coloured hair was pulled back, showing off his pointed ears and icy-blue eyes. He turned to the door, one hand on the hammer, the other held wolf tongs. Using the tongs he grabbed a piece of metal from the fire.
“My Queen," he said in greeting.
As Tarik and Rowan entered, Elduine set the metal on the anvil and hammered few more times. The visitors waited patiently.
“General Tarik," Eldu
