On the twenty-fifth floor of the Hundredfold Haven stood the largest expanse of land among the towers in the Orcs’ dominion. This vast territory also encompassed the Kingdom of the Elves, with their illustrious capital city, Lothlórien, centrally positioned.

Lothlórien was a masterpiece of elven architecture, its structures gracefully encircling the magnificent Sylvandor, a colossal tree whose canopy stretched wide, shading the city below with its luminous, silver-green leaves. The tree’s trunk, a massive pillar of shimmering bark, featured intricate carvings that told the history of the elven people. Sylvandor’s roots spread deep, believed to be entwined with the very essence of the earth, making it the sacred heart and the source of life for the elven nation.

For centuries, a bitter conflict raged between the Orcs and the Elves. The Orcs were led by Morgath Skullcrusher, the ruthless King of the Shadowed Peaks, while the Elves were governed by Queen Elaria Silverleaf, known as the White Sorceress. Initially, the Elves had the upper hand, their superior magic and strategic brilliance allowing them to fend off the Orcish hordes effectively.

However, the tides of war shifted dramatically when Drakarion, the Eternal Flame, ruling the upper floors of the tower, intervened on behalf of the Orcs. Drakarion cast a devastating curse upon the land on the twenty-fifth floor, sapping the strength of Sylvandor, the source of the Elves’ power. This curse drained the vitality from the sacred tree, weakening the Elven defenses and their magical prowess. The once invincible Elves found themselves on the brink of despair, their strength waning with each passing year. It was predicted that within a century or two, Lothlórien might fall, and the Elven race would cease to exist.

Despite this grim outlook, over the past year, an unusual phenomenon had manifested in a specific section of the land. The Orc population in this area began to wane, and conflicts between the Orcs and the Elves significantly decreased. This region, spanning approximately thirty square miles, was celebrated for its picturesque streams and pristine freshwater ponds. The Elves, who vigilantly protected this area, named it Haven Glade. In stark contrast, the Orcs referred to it as Bloodgrove, a somber reminder of the numerous Orcs who had been mercilessly slain there.

Amidst this backdrop, a new legend began to take root among the Elves. Whispers of a mysterious hero who had come to their aid spread throughout Lothlórien. This enigmatic warrior, whose identity remained shrouded in secrecy, was credited with the recent peace and the dwindling Orc presence in Haven Glade. However, the Elves were perplexed about why this hero had not ventured beyond this area to extend their influence across other parts of the region. The enigma of this hero and the unexpected calm in Haven Glade brought a glimmer of hope to the beleaguered Elven kingdom, though the future remained uncertain.

On a sweltering afternoon, three young female elf warriors, Naida, Naerwen, and Nyrisse, had just finished their patrol in Haven Glade. Sisters by bond, they were heading toward their favorite spot, eager to cool off in the gentle stream and wash away the sweat and grime accumulated during their round. Upon arrival, they quickly shed their ranger garb, placing it alongside their weapons—bows and blades—on the stream banks. Unlike their usual modesty, the enticing invention of scented soap from the gremlin merchants had encouraged them to bathe unreservedly. Naerwen waded knee-deep into the cool water, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Did you bring it, Sis Naida?” Naerwen asked, her voice light with excitement as she stood knee-deep in the stream.

“Of course,” Naida replied, handing over the precious bar of soap, its aroma already wafting through the air.

Naerwen began scrubbing her smooth skin, sighing contentedly as the scent enveloped her.

“You know, our guys have been eyeing us ever since we started using this soap,” Nyrisse said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Forget our men! I want to know who made it,” Naerwen giggled, the sound of her laughter mixing with the gentle babbling of the stream.

A faint rustling of leaves caught their attention. The sisters exchanged glances but shrugged it off, returning to their playful banter.

“I asked the gremlin who sold the soap, but he said it’s confidential information. They couldn’t reveal the inventor’s name to customers,” Naida explained, her brow furrowing slightly in thought.

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

The rustling sound grew slightly louder. The three sisters looked around, trying to identify the source, but again, they dismissed it.

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

The sisters burst into loud giggles. However, the swishing sound intensified, causing panic among them. An Orc scout? They exchanged worried glances before their eyes fell on a thick bush, shaking violently. Suddenly, the rustling stopped, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled up and a loud male voice.

“Ackkkk!”

“Orcs!” Naida yelled. The sisters leaped out of the water, grabbed their blades, and gave chase.

Cursing myself for always having trouble with my zipper, I sprinted along the forest trail. The Elves were renowned for their swift running and agility, able to traverse tree branches and swing like monkeys. I had to run faster to outpace them. Within a minute, however, they had closed the distance to fifteen yards.

“Stop right there!” one of them shouted.

“Yeah, right!” I retorted over my shoulder. “As if I’m going to stop just because you said so—” My heart skipped a beat as I glanced back and saw three naked Elves chasing after me.

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

Distracted, I veered off the trail and slammed into a tree. The impact sent me sprawling, and I lay face-up, my vision blurring.

Seconds later, the three female Elves stood over me, gazing down.

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

But my eyes grew heavier, and my vision darkened. “Don’t faint now, you idiot!” I cursed myself silently.

The sound of women’s chatter woke me. I wasn’t sure how long I had been unconscious, but when my eyes finally opened, I found myself upright, bound to a tree with a thin rope, 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 fainted for quite a while.

“Who are you?” Naida, one of the sisters, 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 curiously, 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 playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

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

“Which trait?” Naida asked, intrigued, tilting her head to the side.

“The more handsome he is, the more you should trust him,” I replied, hoping to charm the sisters.

They burst into laughter, and my heart fluttered. I felt a glimmer of hope that they might let me go.

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

“Yes, he does.” Naida nodded in agreement, then directed a question at me. “But do you know what we do to handsome men?”

“Play a drinking game with them under a full moon before cuddling together?” I replied quickly, the words tumbling out in my desperation.

“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 inquired, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Oh! So you know about us?” Nyrisse exclaimed, looking surprised, as did her sisters.

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

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

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

My heart raced with anticipation. Could this finally be my year?

But the three sisters lowered their gazes, fixating on the ‘thing’ that gradually swelled 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 fault.”

“Now, this is becoming interesting,” Naida said with a wide smile. She put her fingers to her lips and gave a loud whistle.

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

“Yes,” Naida replied.

“Who?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Our youngest sister,” Naerwen answered, her smile widening.

“Wait, you ladies have another sister?”

The three sisters nodded simultaneously, their eyes glinting with amusement.

“Oh, I didn’t know the Silver Maidens had another sibling. I’m really eager to meet her,” I said excitedly, naively hoping for another beautiful elf. The sisters giggled among themselves. Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed from the forest, and a white wolf, as large as a horse, emerged.

I swallowed hard, my words stumbling out, “That’s... your sister?”

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

“Huh?” My brows furrowed in confusion, struggling to understand their explanation.

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.”

The white wolf growled, its teeth gleaming menacingly in the dim light of the forest.

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