Galadriel -
They seem pure of heart. They may be older than the trees themselves. You are right to say they deserve a visit, but I will stay away and wait for your presence to make true introductions. I may in fact not show myself at all. Their ways are unknown to me, and bewildering.
They are so old that they very well might remember the birth of trees, or the arrival of them, to Yottle. Their heartwood tree, at the pinnacle of Vyrmoor's highest peak, is called the Blade Birther. They claim it is called this because it did, in fact, grant them the Crystal Sword of legend. Their history is rich, and flows like a poem, or river. Their nature is to study, but not like our study. They pore over writings from the gnomes that came before them as if those parchments held all the secrets of the world, but it is all just poetry and tales. It is a mystery to me, indeed.
During the day, I stay far away and fish. At night, I creep to the edge of their college and watch them dance around each other, orating and slapping spears against shields. They are not playing. These are warriors, of a fine and strange and gruesome sort. However, I do not know how their peculiar style would truly fare if trouble were ever to find them in this hidden grove, this secret amphitheater hidden away from our world of bitter faces and city filth. I do not see the power behind words, only acts. They seem to find a union of the two - which I imagine would lead to weakness. Maybe they know something we don't, from those old poems of theirs.
If your suspicions of the prophecy's truth are confirmed, and that fearsome dragon Zael is plotting a thousand year plot,
I suppose we shall see.
- Reynardine