Training woods

[Symbianne]

Symbianne had grown into weary of her people and had organized a group of the most skilled elves to train the women and men from the age enough to grow conscience of defending and not fighting for the like of it so her peple could defend themselves and not ignore when to fight and when not to.
She supervise dand helped the elven masters for she wanted her country to be safe but not loose the elven love and care of things.
She walked from time to time thinking on how much her elves were imporving and how much they learned.
She came across one that was telling the joung elves*
War must not be taken as a goal, for it is only destruction; a sword must not be loved for it's use but for it remains you of your ancestors; a sword or arrow must only be used in certain ciscumstances: when you are about to be killed and fight for your life; when your country is being threatened or when your Queen's life can be taken away from us. Other than that, show mercy to every lifing and non leaving thing unless you find their evil plñans against peace and freedom and not even hurt them but take them captive so you can try to bring them back to the light.*
She smiled when she noticed how much those elves payed atantion to the master's every move and word as if it was a delicious drop of wisdom that felt from an inmense mountain.

[Galathor]

Galathor watched the training and leaned on his spear.

[Symbianne]

She smiled as she came across Galathor and said*
Suliad! I am so pleased to see you came.*

[Galathor]

Galathor grinned. "I am glad to be here, so I can learn from a master of arms. What would you like me to do my queen?"

[Symbianne]

She smiled*
Well you could show me all you do with a spear.*

[Galathor]

Galathor smiled broadly, he always liked showing off with his spear. "What would you have me do?"

[Symbianne]

*Anything you would show up in a combat.*

[Galathor]

Galathor grinned again like a little kid in a candy store. "Yes my queen." He lifted his spear and walked to the middle of the clearing. The elven trainees all distanced themselves. Galathor rubbed a bit of dirt on his hands to improve his grip. He straighened up and closed his eyes. In his mind, he imagined that he was slowly being surrounded by orcs. He smiled and charged at the first imaginary orc. He ran the first one through before it could even think of attacking, and spun around and sliced off the head of another. An imaginary orc lept forward with it's curved blade, and Galathor parried it outwards and stabbed the orc through the stomach. The last imaginary orc ran towards Galathor. Galathor threw his spear, and it hit the imaginary orc through the chest and pinned it to a tree. Galathor opened his eyes and retrieved his spear from the tree. "How was that?" he asked

[Symbianne]

She smiled and said*
That was quite impresive if you ask me. It appears to be you have full concentration, how would you like to train in concentration and your arts the elves Galathro?*

[Galathor]

Galathor grinned. "Aye, I always look to sharpen my skills, and the skills of others. It would be my honour."

[Symbianne]

She smiled and said*
Consider yourself the Master of Lothlorian arts.*

[Galathor]

Galathor gasped. "My queen...that is an incredible honour...you barely know me, are you sure?"

[Symbianne]

She smiled*
Of course, you are the skilled elf we need here.*

[Galathor]

Galathor smiled. "Thank you my queen, it is an honour. What would you like me to do first?"