夜に焚き火を囲むと、皆が私に戦ってきた戦争の話をせがむが、私にとっては一番話したくないことなんだ。
"My tales of war are the stories most asked for around the fires at night, but they're the ones I care least to tell."
エルフの戦士は小川を飛び越える鹿のように優雅であり、それを反対側で待ち受ける狼のように危険だ。彼らは森の眼であり、むき出しの爪なのだ。
As graceful as a deer leaping a stream and as deadly as the wolf waiting in ambush on the other side, elvish warriors are the eyes of the forest as well as its unsheathed claws.
