The Beginning ™
It all starts in darkest Hirbaria. A charming lass went for a stroll with a handsome lad. Two years later they returned with out hero and a story of dragons, elves and talking trees™ Needless to say this did not go down well with the lass' da. Their story went like this. While walking and discussing the natural beauty of wild Herbaria, they fell down a rabbit hole. Landing with a thump, they found they were surrounded by a lot of very short people and a dodgy yellow road. There was a daft woman flying about of a black goose, who looked very much like their neighborhood witch Anathema Device. The short people were not happy about this turn of events and hustled the two out of the village with a box lunch and directions to head for MacElrond's place. Once outside the village the gates were firmly and politely locked behind them. They headed down the road singing Scotland The Brave. (It is said that this stirring song brought the trees to life) The elves say the trees were only trying to stop the bagpipes the lad was attempting to play . The sound of which was causing premature leaf droop. A tree stepped out into the path and said "What the hell is going on here" The young couple were stunned. Trees did not talk and move around in darkest Herbaria. At least the lass had never seen one. The lad may have seen one coming home from a night of darts at the Happy Haggis Inn© The tree said "You've not got a dog in that basket, do you?" The lass mutely shook her head. "Don't be daft" said the spunky young man. "Tis only our lunch, and she's eat most of the good bits already" "It's the shock" piped the lass "Always makes me hungry" She glared at her companion. The tree promised to help, if they would stop the racket (it was an English Oak and immune to the charms of bagpipes)