Bab 598: An Elf's Tale, Part 6

Situated right behind their burrow, their narrow inconspicuous crevice carved deep into the side of a grassy mound, was a tiny woodland grove adorned with the most vibrant verdant greenery you'd ever see. 

A small oasis of beauty left untouched, undiscovered for the longest time. Here, was an eternal flourish where no flowers ever wilted and not a leaf strayed from the branches, unwavering even against the most relentless of storms.

It was a uniqueness found only sparingly across the land - where certain kinds of trees possessed a resilience almost frightening. Blades would nick, axes would blunt, and even her own bare fists, valiantly as she tried, would only bruise and sore pummeling them against its hard-timbered walls.