100 Words [1]:
There’s an elf at your front door.
My entry [2]:
I opened the front door to the polite knock. The creature there was fair of visage, softly glowing in the afternoon light, luminescent of skin and shimmering of hair. Also, frowning of face.
“Yes?” I asked of the elf.
He nodded. “I am Elenthel, son of Almithrien of Gildarion. My comrades and I –“
I looked past him. Along the sidewalk was a small party on foot and ahorse, similarly with the glowy and shimmer. I waved. They looked gravely back.
“– well, we were wondering. We’ve been walking, sailing, processing into the West, for ages untold.”
“Yes?”
“Well — are we there yet?”