Crum the Elf

“SILENCE” shouted Randalf and all of the elves went quiet. “I need someone to search for the enchanted ring!” ordered Randalf.Not one elf replied so Randalf asked again. “I’ll do it!” shouted Crum. The other elves started to laugh.

“Remember that this isn’t any normal ring it’s magic,” Randalf whispered to Crum.

He replied back, “I’ll do my best.”

“Here you might need this on the way.” Randalf gave him the map.

Crum left the elf stronghold. He walked past a river, He checked on the map and it said Monrock River. Then a strong force of wind struck the map and he let go. It glided into river Monrock like a bird. Crum panicked then he heard drums in the distance getting closer and closer to him. Crum seen the Lordor army coming towards him so he ran for his life and never stopped until he reached a cave. He stayed there for the night.

The next morning Crum set of with his sword. He saw the Lordor army again “When do they ever stop?” Crum whispered to himself. They shot a sleeper arrow at Crum and they took him to a jail in the shattered creek. He used his sword to kill the guard and he swiped the keys. Crum found some gilded armour and he escaped from the shattered creek. Unfortunately the Lordor army saw Crum.

He ran to the cave but they were catching up to him. Suddenly, this old man appeared and had the ring. “Will you give me that ring?” asked Crum.
“Yes” replied the old man. The old man told Crum how to teleport home. He used the spell memose maxima and he teleported to the elf stronghold.

Meanwhile the Lordor army marched to war…


By Martin Summersett