The Powerful King of the Elves

Useless women

Arlolon' POV

I can not believe she left like that. I know she does not like humans, but she did not even give me a chance to explain why we started trading with them. I will have to report back to my council. I get back on my horse, and Nero can feel I am upset. I am mad as hell as I ride like the wind. Still, I can not forget her beauty. She is something else. I have never met a woman like her before. What is wrong with me? I felt my heart flattered, and I wanted to kiss her.

"She is a bloody Wood Elf? What are you thinking, Arlolon?" I ask myself, and Nero slows down slightly as if he can feel that I am thinking of someone so beautiful she will haunt my dreams tonight.

"Snap out of it! I am not going to lose my heart to a Wood Elf," I say to myself again and drive Nero to run a bit faster as if the wind will blow her image out of my head. Soon I reach my castle, and I look at the wealth and luxury around me. Is it all worth it to lose my connection to my people and nature? I wonder for the first time in my life. I walk in and hand Nero to one of my peasants. I stop and look at the peasant. He is wearing decent clothes, and I know he has enough to eat, but what about the rest of my Kingdom? I know they love me as everyone has plenty, but do they see me as this arrogant king? I don't talk to them and mingle with them. I have no time to think as the council is waiting for me at the entrance of my castle.

"How did it go?" Baron, the head of my council, asks. He grew up with me, and we are best friends. He knows me the best and can see I am upset.

"How do you think it went? When you talk to a Wood Elf Queen that thinks we are a bunch of no good warriors? Look at our women? Do you think they deserve respect?" I ask I am mad not only at the Queen of the Wood Elves but also at my men who made the women in our Kingdom turn into a bunch of ladies and birth-givers.

"Your Highness, she must have upset you. There is nothing wrong with our woman," Elran, chief commander of my army, says.

"Really? Can anyone of them shoot an arrow as my mother used to? NO! Can they ride a horse like your mother used to? NO! We should have listened to the elders a long time ago and not let the woman became ornaments and birth-givers! This is unexceptionable. I was humiliated and laughed at today, and I can only blame myself and my useless council and court! As of today, the women will start training again, and we break all ties with humans. We were not meant to be like them and their High Courts. We are Elves, and we are warriors!" I am pissed of, and no one dares to speak. The elders smile. They are happy about what I have to say. I am looking at the council. Most of them have been drinking again; I can smell it on their breaths. Baron walks with me to the Royal office, and he looks upset.

"Arlolon, what the hell? Why must our women fight? You need to think of getting married," He says. The rest of the council put him up to it.

"I told you a million times I will get married the day I can find a warrior wife like my mother, one that can fight by my side. Now leave me alone and make sure the so-called ladies of the court know they are starting to train again tomorrow," I say. He looks at me and smile.

"Well, is she as beautiful as they say she is?" Barron asks me. I look at him, irritated. I don't want other men to think about her, and I am not telling him she is even more beautiful than the stories we heard.

"I don't know. I did not look at the woman that called me and my army a bunch of losers and laughed at me because we keep losing to her and her army," I lie. I can see Baron do not believe me. He knows me too well.

"Come on, Arlolon, it is me you are talking to," He says, and I smile.

"She is beautiful, and she smells like roses and wildflowers. She reminds me of my mother," I say after a while and Baron whistle.

"You sound like you are in love," He says, and I frown.

"Nope, she is a Wood Elf, and you know the love between a Wood Elf and a High Elf is forbidden as they don't recognise us as the rulers of the Elven Kingdom," I say, and I look at the papers in front of me. I look at our trade deals with humans, and I tear them all up. It is time we let go of these humans. Since they got into our Kingdom, they have corrupted my people. Baron knows when to stop asking me questions and not to push an issue.

I start working on a letter to the Human King telling him we will block all roads to our realm as we do not want to deal with them anymore. I know they have become greedy as well, and I do not trust them anymore. I know my council will not like it, but it is high time we stop this trading with them. We need the wood elves more than we need the humans as the humans are not as good fighters as the Wood Elves. As I predicted, when my letter ends up in front of the council, they are upset. I walk in to talk to them. They might have power, but I have the final say in the Kingdom, and they can not go against my word.

"I do this for our good. That is one condition the Wood Elf Queen made. She will think about helping us if we break all ties with the humans," I explain to them, and they have to agree with me. We do need the Wood Elves more than we need the humans at the moment. We can always return to our old ways once the war is over, but I don't think I will. I can still remember her words, and I agree with her that humans eat and drink like pigs and we are better than them.

It is nighttime, and I walk outside. I don't feel like mingling with the people in my court, and the women are all trying to catch my attention with their fancy dresses and white powder on their faces, their fake red lips and wigs. The dresses look like tents, and I can not wait to see them trying to train tomorrow. They will have to wear tights and loose tops: no more wigs, white faces and fake red lips. Most of them has never shot an arrow or ride a horse. It should be fun to watch them and the generals trying to train them. I am mad at myself for letting it go this far. I was too confident that we are well protected and will never have to go to war again.

I see her face in the full moon, and I wonder where she is and what she is doing. Airen, Queen of the Wood Elves. What do you do at night? Are you as lonely as I am? Or do you already have a lover? A soon to be king? I'm not too fond of the idea of that, and I curse myself for thinking about her again. She is as beautiful as a rose, and her lips are a natural red. She does not wear a wig, and her face is not white from powder. She is a child of nature as an elf is supposed to be. I walk to my room. As I am tired, I wash as we have running water from the falls around us in the castle. I go to bed naked as I always do. I always lock my bedroom door, and the last thought in my mind is of the beautiful Wood Elf Queen.

I get up the following morning with a lot of moans and complaints. I hear it coming from the training grounds, and I was myself fast as I want to see what is happening with the women's training. I have little hope of the Wood Elf Queen and her men and women coming to help us. I sent the letter to the Human King and closed the borders between our realm and theirs. My army did it last night already. I know the Wood Elves will know about it by now. I walk outside and watch the useless women trying to shoot an arrow. Some are trying to get on horses, and it is a disaster. They are dress in tights with loose tops, and they look awful. They are a mess. They can not do anything right, and they are unfit.

I hear laughter coming from a tree near me, and I look up to see Airen sitting in the tree laughing. She is laughing so hard that she loses her balance and lands in my arms. She jumps out of my arms before I could even get a chance to feel how it feels to hold her.

"Hey, don't touch me! I always land on my feet. No need for you to play gentlemen with me!" She says, glaring at me.

"You fell into my arms. It is not like I wanted to touch you," I say, but I can still feel her little tied ass in my hand. Damn, she is hot. Her blue eyes look at me, and I could swear I saw a little sparkle in her eyes.

"You don't wear your golden armour today?" She asks. I sigh.

"I told you I only wear it when I have to do official business," I say, irritated. Why does she always make me feel like I am not a warrior?

"Your father never did. I saw him when he came to talk to my parents to help with the war against the orcs and golems all those years ago," She says. There were many tales about me fighting on the eastern front and won the war on that side for us, but I also know the seventeen-year-old Princess of the Wooden Elves fought on the west side and won the battle for us on the west side. She was as much a hero as I was. Our parents died side by side as heroes. What has gone wrong?

"Looks like it will take a while to train your ladies," She says as she laughs. Her laughs remind me of bells again, and I can not help staring at her. She is gorgeous. I see Baron walking in our direction, and I quickly take her hand and walk into the castle with her closing the office behind me. I am not ready to share her with anyone yet.

"I was still watching that show you are calling training," She complains.

"I need your help, as you can see, and I want to know what your list of demands are," I say.

"You already did what I asked. All I wanted was you to break your ties with the humans, and you did. I thought about it, and we will help you," Airen says. I look at her and wonder if there is a catch to this.

"No catch, I just want to laugh, and my men are ready to help," She says. I look at her. She is really something else. There is a knock on my door, and Baron walks in. He stares at Airen. His mouth is open, and he can not take his eyes off her. She looks at him and then at me.

"Are all your men morons? Tell this asshole to close his mouth or speak," Airen says, and Baron closes his mouth fast. I laugh, and Airen looks at me in surprise.