The Battle of Elmond

Among the chronicles of old 
A tragic elfin tale is told.

How the Pools of King Elmond, 
Which held the mystic healing pond, 
Became in time the Pools of Restiny, 
When men rose up to claim their destiny.

Long before the war of men and elves,
Beyond waves crashing upon rocky selves,
Its swirling waters, calm and grand,
Gave healing at King Elmond's hand.

Passive, peaceful elves of Restore 
Dwelt in peace along the eastern shore,
And shared the pool's slow healing grace 
With man and elf, from every race.

In search of fame and destiny,
From the west came King Restiny, 
Whose men desired that grace for their own, 
And marched to make its power known.

With iron chains, with spear and sword, 
In fearsome hordes his men were poured
Across the land in search of fame, 
To bind the pool unto his name.

The peaceful elves would not take arms 
Against the men who sought their charms; 
They had no wish for war or strife, 
Only to heal, to tend to life.

Their wizards called on spirits old
To hold the line against the men so bold, 
But spells alone could not defend 
Each elf from war's uncaring end.

By blade, and by the mystic spell,
Both men and elves alike, they fell, 
Until the pool of Elmond's hand
Lay drowned in blood upon the land.

The Pools of peaceful King Elmond, 
Which held the mystic healing pond, 
Became the Pools of Restiny — 
Men paid in blood for their "destiny."

Noble souls of both kinds died; 
The pools became where the dead abide...
Until the day when the heir, Altiny, 
Grandson to the conquering King Restiny, 

Would rise to choose a nobler destiny
Whose grace and charm would lead to lenity. 

This is one in a series of fantasy poems

The Great War: Men vs. Elves in Elfin Lore ~ Poem

The Fall of Restiny: A Fantasy Ballad of Love and Vengeance

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