A gold leafed book is etched in a language that appears flowing, graceful and eloquent.
An excerpt in Elvish:
We are a magical people of otherworldly grace, living in the world but not entirely part of it. We live in places of ethereal beauty, in the midst of ancient forests and in silvery spires glittering with faerie light, where soft music drifts through the air and gentle fragrances waft on the breeze. We love nature and magic, art and artistry, music and poetry, and the good things of the world.
My people, having such a strong tie to the majesty and nature of Terra, did not fare well in the aftermath of the Rend. Although I journeyed far to find them, many were lost. Those who remained became nomadic, looking for a new home. We do not oft die young, nor have many children as other races do. Few dared to return with me to my city, for it was a haven too for humans and other kin. They sought peace, and a quiet space where they would be able to rebuild their society.
They tended to remain aloof and unfazed by petty happenstance. I checked in with my kin often, but elves can be focused and relentless when a goal is in sight. I hope these coming years will fare well for them. We are like the branches of a young tree; flexible in the face of danger. As long as they, and I, are faithful at least to our own kin, and continue to trust in diplomacy, we will make due.They will persist and survive in their own way, as we always have.
Compromise is imperative to resolve differences, before you escalate to violence. My forefathers taught me this principle, and I intend to teach it to my children as well. Let all who read these words understand this teaching. Internalize it, and you shall find your life bountiful.