On the twenty-fifth floor of the Hundredfold Haven stood the largest expanse of land among the towers in the Orcs’ dominion. This territory also encompassed the Kingdom of the Elves, with their stunning capital city, Lothlórien, sitting right at its heart.

Now, Lothlórien is not just any city, it’s a masterpiece of Elven architecture. Imagine beautiful structures circling a colossal tree called Sylvandor, whose canopy spreads wide like an umbrella of silver-green leaves, providing shade to the city below. Seriously, this tree is massive. Its trunk is like a gigantic pillar of iridescent bark, with carvings that tell the history of the Elven people. And get this, the roots of Sylvandor stretch deep into the earth, almost like they’re tangled up with the very essence of life itself. Talk about a sacred heart.

But here’s the backdrop story of the Orc’s tower floors. For centuries, a bitter feud raged between the Orcs and the Elves. On one side, you’ve got Morgath Skullcrusher, the ruthless King of the Shadowed Peaks, rallying the Orcs. On the other, there’s Queen Elaria Silverleaf, known as the White Sorceress, leading the Elves with her unmatched magic and strategic brilliance. At first, the Elves had the upper hand, easily fending off the Orcish hordes. But, oh man, did things take a turn when Drakarion, the Eternal Flame, intervened for the Orcs.

This monstrous lizard, the term which I used to call a dragon, cast a curse on the land of the twenty-fifth floor, draining the life out of Sylvandor. Can you imagine the plight of the Elves? That sacred tree, the source of their power, was left weakened. The once-invincible Elves found themselves on the brink of despair, and whispers of doom filled the air. It was predicted that when Sylvandor completely exhausted all its power, Lothlórien might crumble, and the Elven race could vanish from the tower once and for all.

But here’s where it gets interesting. Over the past year, something peculiar has been taking place on the twenty-fifth floor. In a specific section of this vast land, the Orc population started to dwindle, and conflicts between Orcs and Elves significantly decreased. This area, which spanned about thirty square miles, is a breathtaking sight, filled with scenic streams and unspoiled freshwater ponds. The Elves, always on guard, named it Haven Glade, while the Orcs grimly referred to it as Bloodgrove, a haunting admonition of all the Orcs who had met their end there.

Amidst this setting, a new legend took root among the Elves. Whispers of a mysterious hero spread through Lothlórien, a shadowy figure credited with the recent peace and the dwindling Orc presence in Haven Glade. The Elves were left to ponder about this mysterious warrior. Why hadn’t they ventured beyond Haven Glade to spread their influence elsewhere? That little mystery brought a little hope to the beleaguered Elven kingdom, even if their future was still hanging in the balance.

On a sweltering afternoon, three female elf warriors, Naida, Naerwen, and Nyrisse, had just wrapped up their patrol in Haven Glade. They were like sisters bonded by the thrill of adventure, and let me tell you, they were ready to cool off. They headed toward their favorite spot, eager to wash away the sweat and grime from their patrol. When they arrived, they wasted no time shedding their ranger garb and weapons, bows and blades, leaving them behind on the stream banks.

But hold up, guys. Today was different. The enticing scent of a new, fancy soap from the gremlin merchants had them feeling a bit more daring than usual, to bathe unreservedly. In other words, they were now totally naked.

Naerwen waded knee-deep into the cool water, her eyes sparkly. “Did you bring it, Sis Naida?” she inquired, her voice bubbly with enthusiasm.

“Of course,” Naida replied, handing over the precious bar of soap, the aroma already drifting through the air like magic.

Naerwen grinned and began scrubbing her smooth skin, sighing contentedly as the scent swathed her like a hug. “You know, our guys have been eyeing us ever since we started using this soap,” Nyrisse chimed in.

“Forget our men! I want to know who made it,” Naerwen giggled, her laughter coming together with the babble of the stream.

Suddenly, a faint rustling of leaves broke their spirited banter. They exchanged glances, but it was probably nothing, right? They went back to giggling and splashing water at each other.

“I asked the gremlin who sold the soap, but he said it’s confidential,” Naida explained, her brows furrowing. “They wouldn’t reveal the inventor’s name.”

“I hope it’s one of our guys, maybe from another floor of the tower,” Nyrisse mused.

But that rustling? It grew louder. The sisters glanced around again, trying to pinpoint the source, but still shrugged it off.

“Well, whatever race they are, if I find out who made this soap,” Naerwen said, “they’ll find out just what a grateful female Elf’s ‘appreciation’ looks like.”

The sisters burst into laughter, but then the swishing sound intensified, and panic washed over them. An Orc scout? They exchanged wide-eyed glances, before landing their gazes on a thick bush, shaking violently. However, the swooshing stopped, followed by a zipper being pulled up and a loud male voice that sent chills down their spines.

“Ackkkk!”

“Orcs!” Naida yelled, and just like that, the sisters leaped out of the water, grabbing their blades, ready to give chase.

Cursing myself for always fumbling with my zipper, I sprinted along the forest trail, trying to get as far away as possible. Now, I don’t know if you’ve heard this, but Elves are renowned for their speed and agility. I mean, they can leap between tree branches and swing around like monkeys. So, naturally, I had to pick up my pace if I wanted to stay ahead of them. But guess what? Within a minute, they’d closed the distance to about ten yards.

“Stop right there!” one of them shouted, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, right!” I shot back over my shoulder, feeling bold. “As if I’m going to stop just because you said so.” But then I glanced back and, oh man, my heart nearly stopped. Three naked female Elves were hot on my heels.

What am I running for, seriously? Instead of fleeing, I should just welcome them with open arms!

But just as I was contemplating this, I got distracted and veered off the trail, slamming right into a tree. Oof! The impact sent me sprawling, and I was lying face-up, the stars swirling in my vision.

Seconds later, I felt the presence of three Elves standing and staring down at me.

Whoa, this has to be the best sight I’ve ever seen in my life.

But then, my eyelids grew heavier, and my view began to darken. “Don’t faint now, you idiot!” I cursed myself silently.

The sound of women’s chatter jolted me awake. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but when I finally opened my eyes, I found myself upright, tied to a tree with a thin rope, and get this, clad only in my boxer shorts.

I raised my head to see the three elf ladies, now fully dressed with their blades sheathed and their bows strapped to their backs, staring at me with relaxed expressions. Darn it! I must have been out cold for a while.

“Who are you?” Naida asked, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized me.

“I’m an Aoi player,” I replied solemnly, trying to sound more impressive than I felt.

“So, you are really a human male?” Nyrisse asked, leaning in a bit with wide eyes.

“Yes,” I nodded, feeling the rope biting into my wrists.

“I’ve only read about humans in books and seen pictures. But I didn’t know they could be quite handsome in person,” Naerwen giggled.

My eyes lit up. “Have you read about any of their distinguishing traits?”

“Which trait?” Naida asked, tilting her head.

“The more handsome they are, the more you should trust them,” I said.

The three sisters burst into laughter, and my heart did a little flip. Maybe they’d let me go if I could charm them further.

“Sis Naida, this guy has an amiable way with words,” Nyrisse said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Yes, he does.” Naida nodded, then turned to me with a questioning look. “But do you know what we do to handsome men?”

“Uh, play a drinking game with them under a full moon before cuddling together?” I blurted out, hoping to appeal the sisters.

“No, silly,” Naida giggled at my response. “We test them.”

“Test? What kind of test do the Silver Maidens have in mind for me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Oh! So you know about us?” Nyrisse exclaimed, her surprise shared by her sisters.

“Of course! Who doesn’t know the beautiful Silver Maidens Trio on this floor?” I nodded with a smile, trusting my flattery would win them over.

There was a moment of silence before Naerwen broke it with a playful tone. “So, my dear sisters, what’s your take? Shall we show him our ‘appreciation’?” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

“Absolutely,” Nyrisse pealed in eagerly. “I don’t mind stripping off my clothes again.”

Oh, dude! Could this finally be my year?

But then the sisters lowered their gazes, fixating on the “thing” that was gradually swelling within my boxers. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly defended myself. “Look, ladies! That thing down there has a mind of its own. So, it’s not my doing.”

“Now, this is becoming interesting,” Naida said, a broad grin spreading across her face. She put her fingers to her lips and gave a loud whistle.

“Are you calling someone?” I squinted at her, straining against my bonds.

“Yes,” Naida replied, that grin never leaving her face.

“Who?” I asked, trying to keep my voice stable but feeling anxious.

“Our youngest sister,” Naerwen answered.

“Wait, you ladies have another sister?” My eyes widened.

The three sisters nodded simultaneously.

“Oh, I didn’t know the Silver Maidens had another sibling! I’m really eager to meet her,” I said excitedly, naively expecting another beautiful elf. The sisters giggled amongst themselves. Suddenly, heavy footsteps came out of the forest, and then it happened. A white wolf, as large as a horse, emerged.

I swallowed hard, my voice faltering as I stammered, “That’s… your sister?”

“That’s right,” Nyrisse clarified, her tone nonchalant. “From the same mother, but a different father.”

“Huh?” My brows furrowed in confusion. What does that even mean?

As the wolf stood between Naerwen and Nyrisse, the eldest of the quartet, Naida spoke up. “Nymeria, you can start with that thing between his legs that has shrunk suddenly.”

“Ackkkk!” I yelled as this so-called Nymeria lunged forward, jaws wide open, targeting the lower part of my body.