Good King Restiny was a man of great renown

His gifts of love and selfless deeds knew no true bound.

Among both men and elves, none other wore that crown.

His heart was pure

His wisdom sure

His ways secure

Restiny

Mighty King and lord

Valiant with the sword

Cherished and adored

Restiny

He believed that valor was doing what was right

And great power did not come best by fear nor might.

Virtue and love made his very spirit ignite.

The valor of the elves

Is love beyond ourselves —

A love that reaches others,

As though they were his brothers.

Love and virtue,

Noble and true,

Always abide

In these your guide.

The king knew the elfin songs since he was a boy.

The friendship and teachings of the elves were his joy,

Wisdom which such good and prosperous kings employ.

Riches are never found in gold

True wealth is neither bought nor sold

Charity yields a hundredfold

True friends remain when you are old.

Value what you know to be true

Never let the darkness subdue

Let virtue be what you pursue

And your love will always renew.

King Restiny’s pride and joy was his firstborn son.

The king loved, cherished, and adored his little one.

For his son, there was nothing he would not have done.

My heart is calling

Tears are falling

For my son

My One

Love

Learn from me

What should be

What is true

Virtue Do

When his beloved young son became severely ill,

He sought healing with every ounce of his will,

By every potion, charm, and healer’s skill.

My first son is dying.

My spirit is crying.

My heart is kneeling.

Where do I find healing

For my beloved young one,

For my precious first son?

Within the healing pond

Of Elfin King Elmond

In the land of Restore

Upon the eastern shore

Healing is found for men and elves

If their love is beyond themselves.

Restiny began the treacherous journey east

Not fearing goblin, troll, wizard, nor dragon beast

Firm hope drove him onward. He could never be ceased.

Driven to find the healing pond

Of gracious Elfin King Elmond,

Restiny pressed on, once more,

To see his firstborn son restored.

Though goblins pierced with poisoned darts,

Striking deep at Restiny’s heart,

He would not be stopped in his quest

Nor would he stop to take a rest.

Hysteric, Restiny reached the eastern shore,

Where healing waters shimmered — the Pools of Restore —

And there, his lifeless son held tight in his embrace,

He begged the ancient pool for one last saving grace.

Our pond has the power to mend,

Even when life is near its close,

But it can never quite transcend

Death, for death is where life goes.

My son, my son, my son,

My dearest, my beloved one,

Your life had just begun,

Too soon your race was run.

It was there that King Restiny was driven mad

Because of the intense, passionate love he had

For his firstborn son who had died along the way.

King Restiny’s poisoned heart swore the elves would pay.

His heart was impure

His wisdom unsure

His ways insecure

Restiny

Mighty king and lord

Valiant with the sword

Feared and abhorred

Restiny