Elfhome

The king's eyes opened
For his heart was fair
He called to him his heirs
The faerie of the wood
In that day of olden times
Rested he walked about
And talked to his subjects
He loved them all
But yet his heart was sad
For he had not a mate
So the forest folk talked
And one day presented to him
And elf maiden for his own
She was beautiful ten fold
Under the stars she walked
Her heart he held and her his
They begot many children
This story of old now told
Of the King and his Queen
The beginning of Elfhome