The Elves, also knew they couldn't just sit there, and wait for the humans to attack, they knew they had to get allies. And who better to ask for help, then the dwarves, who themselves despised the humans.
"royal guard, prepare for me a cart, I'm heading to Euphemia."
Said the king, asking his guard, as he sits on one end of the table. While Leoric sits on the other, eating his food.
"tastes good." Said Leoric.
"enjoy it while you can"
"I'm not dying anytime soon"
"how do you want to die? Leoric?"
"I want to die a graceful death, at the hands of a great warrior, maybe Aric, after all he's the st knight of honor, but I would like it to be a legendary battle, and when I'm defeated. I want to look at the sun, one st time"
"sunrise, or sunset?"
"it doesn't matter, although I would like to see it at sunset, after all I was born at sunrise, it would be poetic. And how about you?"
"me? I don't want to die."
"oh come on, don't be grumpy, just tell me"
The king narrowed his eyes, as he's clearly not lying, Leoric rolled his eyes at the sight.
"well, I don't suppose I could change your mind Annora" said Leoric.
The royal guard from earlier came back.
"the cart is ready, your majesty"
The king stood up, as he walked through the corridors of the pace, heading outside, he found the cart right in front of him, as he entered it.
The journey to Euphemia, nd of the dwarves, was long, especially from Odel. But Annora thought it would be necessary, as he knew they were great welders, after all, they created the sword that leoric wields, a very powerful sword, one that possesses a special ability, no other sword has.
Nearing Euphemia, Annora, just sat there, watching outside the window of the cart, his head tilted, and his hand on his cheek supporting it.
"we're here, your majesty" said one of the royal guards.
Annora went out of the cart, the guard circling him, making sure he's safe. Some dwarves in the vilge looked at him, wondering what's wrong, Annora has been here before, they had a great retionship, a cooperative retion between odel and euphemia.
Annora reached the Great House of Dwarves, where the elders of dwarves stay, as they're considered the ones that take charge of the vilge.
Annora stepped in, finding one of the elders sitting there, he looked at him.
"I request you gather with me, as I want to make an alliance with you"
The elder dwarf nodded, as he stood up, guiding Annora with him to a room with a rge round table, he sat there, as the other elder dwarves gathered.
"and what kind of alliance you want to make?, king of elves, what for? For how long?"
Annora knew he had to answer those questions, as the dwarves always were carful with their trust, yet greedy.
"we shouldn't call it an alliance... More like an agreement, you make weapons for us, and we'll pay you... But at a condition... You don't make weapons for humans... For how long? Well... If I knew myself... I'd tell you"
"is there a war between humans and elves?"
"well, I guess you could call it that... But what is your answer?"
"you know how dwarves are with humans, but anyways. currently, you give us... 4 cows worth of meat for every 10 barrels of wheat, am I right? I say you raise that to... 12 cows worth of meat, and you have yourself a deal"
Annora was annoyed, but he knew the dwarves were griddy, he had to make a choice, either accept and have a better chance at winning the war, or decline, and risk that the humans will have weapons that could rival Leoric's sword.
"I accept... Dwarves"
The elders grinned, knowing their griddiness won once again.
"but I have one question."
"what is it?"
"before, years ago, you made a sword for my father, that could ssh through the flesh of dragons, am I right? Is there any chance you could make it again?"
"no we can't, even if we wanted to, because special weapons can only be made once, a 1 of 1"
Annora was disappointed, but he didn't push further, not wanting to question the dwarves more, he stood up, thanked the dwarves for their alliance and walked away, going back to his cart.
He was headed to odel once more.
