What he saw was one of the most beautiful scenes he had ever had the chance to see. A bay covered with green vegetation; knee-deep grass, bushes and tall trees with rainbow-colored flowers all over the place. The grass and flowers swayed in a light breeze, while the bright yellow sun shone from the deep-blue sky. A handful of snow-white clouds pranced by. Eliasmole stood on a hill that led down to the shore of a large gulf. It was the land of Cuiviénen at the Sea of Helkar.
Then waves of red and green light began to develop in the sky above him. The light, initially no more than a weak glow, started to pulse and to increase in intensity until it was so bright that Eliasmole had to cover his eyes. A hand reached down from the epicenter of the circularly emanating light waves in the sky, and its forefinger tapped into the high grass at some points, only to evaporate seconds later. The light waves, too, were gone. Slowly Eliasmole lowered his hand, which he had used to protect his eyes from the blinding lights. As it appeared, nothing had changed. But then, suddenly, some men and women emerged from the grass at the foot of the hill. Six they were, tall and with nice faces and pointed ears. They looked almost fragile, but Eliasmole thought that they had a powerful presence which wrapped them in an aura so strong that you would not be able to offer any resistance, had you unwisely chosen to fight them.
The six people, they were Elves (which Eliasmole didn’t know), gathered themselves under an old tree that had grown bended, so that its crown was hanging into the clear water of the Sea of Helkar. Together they set forth heading for the forest behind the shore’s hills. Eliasmole quickly hid in the grass, observed how the small group walked by and followed them into the mystic forest.
In the forest they found twelve other Elves, six men and their wives, who, once awakened (they had been asleep), joined their group. Now they were eighteen Elves striving through the dark forest and they came by other groups of Elves two more times, who also joined them, so when they decided to rest at one of the quiet rivers in the forest Eliasmole counted a total of sixty Elves.
There they sat, singing and philosophizing all day and night, and it appeared to Ash Eliasmole that they were some very bright individuals. Few days later they finally continued their journey and added new Elves to their group, who they found on their way through the forest. After they had walked their way through the never ending sea of trees they came out on an idyllic glade from where they could see the sky for the first time in weeks, and they realized that there were stars shining in the nightly sky. Again they made a rest, during which they invented words and improved their language until soon they were able to write dulcet poetry. However, the group of Elves had slowly resolved into smaller groups each led by one of the three Elf men who had been awoken first in Cuiviénen.
It happened that an archangel, Melkor, heard of the Awakening of the Elves and he brought evil to their group, planting mistrust and fear. Moreover, a Dark Rider was roaming through the country where the Elves resided. At nights, he would stealthily circle around their groups and capture them and bring them far away, where, as rumor had it, they were turned into Orcs.
Eliasmole only heard of this by chance when he was hunting a Brödlbü rabbit, because he was hungry, but the rabbit escaped him and immured itself in the ground under a group of Elves. After he had listened to them talking about the Dark Rider he decided to help, so he came out of the thicket and appeared in front of them. First, the Elves were suspicious due to Ash Eliasmole’s strange look (don’t forget, he’s from a very different place and time zone), but he could convince them that he was a god (understatement had never been a strength of his) and so they called him a Vala and named him Oromë. Eliasmole didn’t give a shit.
Three selected and brave Elves followed him on a dangerous journey to another place, which they reached after hours and days of walking and running and crouching one hundred and fifty thousandths of a kilometer away, which means they were now standing one hundred and fifty meters away from where they started. The other Elves looked at them faithlessly, but Eliasmole didn’t let them dispirit him. He sent his three companions back to the waiting Elves to persuade them to go with them; only few refused to come and decided to be left behind playing cards instead. Arrived at where he was standing, the willing Elves all went off into the west, again led by Ash “Oromë” who was certain that this was the right direction to go and look for Melkor, and, indeed, they found him. It was a bad battle, but in the end they defeated Melkor and brought him back home captive. From then on they simply called the place (one hundred and fifty meters away from were they had initially started) “Valinor”, because it was the place where the Vala Oromë had once been standing.
This was the beginning of what the Elves called the Peace of Adar.
