In my 19 yr, war was called, all young elves came home. Some to fight, others to heal and more even to die. I was young, a male of my kind and seeking nothing but peace and life for my people. The war between the Dark elves the Drow and my own people lasted 200 years till one day my people banned together and placed the Drow deep in their underground homes.
Our queen finaly lay birthing her son, and the 50 clans joined and arrived together standing as one. As we joined and made our loyalty to our elven king one female and one male of each tribe was chosen to be joined and hold office. I was one of these as was Tatana.