There was a time in the lands of yore
When Elves still flocked the land.
Living, playing, dying,
All races hand-in-hand.

In this time the monsters,
Always waiting in the dark.
Ambushed a bustling caravan
As it headed towards its mark.

Her people dead and dying,
Young elfmaiden hides in fear.
Watching those around her
Slaughtering her dears.

When at last it all was finished,
The murderers quite gone,
She crept out of her hiding place,
A little frightened fawn.

She looked around in wonder,
Tears pearling at her eyes.
The carnage was tremendous,
No time for last good-byes.

She gave them each a last farewell,
Each friend that she had known.
She buried them upon a hill,
Of greenish, lively tone.

In the discarded rubble,
She found a little bow.
Some arrows lay around there,
For use against the foes.

She also found a small, small sword,
Forgotten and alone.
A scabbard lay beside it,
The hilt was made of rowen.

With the new sword buckled
roun' her waist,
The bow beside her back.
The little elven maiden looked for the lost tracks.

She followed them for many days,
Cross streams and valleys wide,
Always, always far behind,
She in her time did bide.

The laughing, merry gangsters,
Who thought this all a joke,
Did not give a second thought
To the sword with hilt of oak.

They rode along in gladness,
Ne're guessing who followed their wake.
They rode along in gladness,
Death following in to take.

The little elven maiden,
Who alone did stand no chance,
Happened across another,
Who rather thought this fance.

He was a human ranger,
Skilled in the arts of war.
Skills he offered the the maid,
To help against her foes.

And so they joined together,
The elfmaid and the man,
For he did hate to see such wrongs,
And she did hate the band.

They stalked the theives for many days,
Though always far behind:
The elven maid had much to learn,
Though tracks aplenty they did find.

The gangsters did have horses,
Swifter than the fastest man.
So the pair were soon outdistanced,
They walked instead of ran.

Yet the lawbreakers did not hide their tracks
They ne're supposed pursiut.
So it was easy going
While with swordplay she learned the roots.

The elven maiden and her friend
Stood above the slayers bold,
Never seen and nevcr heard,
No more waiting days untold.

They came with set of sunset,
Bows and arrows by their side.
The innocent would be avenged,
The battle turned its tide.

The elven maiden fin'lly learned,
What her friend had really taught her -
No life was too unprecious,
No matter who the cur.

She realized and fled the scene,
Her ranger friend beside her.
She'd realized what she could not take,
Her concience like a bur.

A goodly lesson finally learned,
Though coming slightly late.
The ranger in the battle wonded,
Went on to find his fate.

Alone and in the wild,
She made a brand new life,
Healing her companion,
She saved his very life.

And now among the forest,
If you should hear a call.
It is the elfmaid and her friend,
Guardians of us all.