Long, long ago when there were still fairies and unicorns, there lived a
nation of elves in a big forest called Elvewood. Elvewood was a bright and
cheery forest, filled with twittering little birds and other sweet
The Elves had a wise King named Garth. For the many, many years that Garth
had been King, there had been a war going on between the neighboring Gnomes
and Dwarves. The Elves were not fighting in the war because they thought
the war was just a foolish thing. This was so because so many people had
died in the Elven War (many years before King Garth) and they wanted
nothing to do with the Gnomes, or wars.
One day, when Elven Prince Ander was out hunting with his friend Merry, he
saw some movement in the bushes and shot his bow and arrow. He went to see
what he had shot. When he went to the bushes, two burly gnomes grabbed
him. He screamed for help, but his friend Merry had already dashed back
towards the castle when he had seen the gnomes.
While Prince Ander was being dragged off, kicking and screaming, Merry was
just reaching the castle. Merry went inside the castle and raced for the
meeting room where he knew the king would be. When he reached the meeting
room he burst into it, right in the middle of a meeting discussing a new
"What is the meaning of this!?!?" roared the King, sounding like a
"Excuse me, Your Majesty. But, I was just hunting with your son, Prince
Ander, and two gnomes grabbed him!" Merry said quickly, before the king
could say anything else. With that, a gasp circled the room and the
King sank down into his chair.
"What should we do, My King?" asked Lord Enoch.
"Each of the three Lords here will send two of their best Elven hunters to
search for my son," said the king quietly.
"But Your Majesty, we have no idea where the Gnomes took your son." said
The King said to Merry, "Merry, my dear boy, did you happen to notice in
which direction the two Gnomes took my son?"
Merry replied, "I think it was towards the north, Sire."
"The only place in that direction is Gnomewood, Your Majesty!'' said a
frantic Lord Thiel.
King Garth replied patiently "My Lords, if we do not find my son, there
will be no one to be King when I die."