"Jon..." Eleraen clasped his hand tightly, "are you sure? Your life is about to become more complicated than you can possibly imagine. Please be sure. For Jenny's sake, please be sure."
If Jon only knew the half of it!
The old lands are calling, and the Elves of our world now yearn to return...or at least be reconciled so they may go back and forth. The old blood sings, and those who have it now answer; Many without even knowing why.
There will be others, of course. Evil men who try to hinder and destroy them, and even invade the old land itself.
One will be waiting for them though; One Elf, the first return and stand. Handir, Black Elf of Brunea.
These are the beginning of their stories, recorded in the files of the ElfWatcher.