The Eindraeth elves of Ymerodraeth

The fair skinned elven man with long and white silky hair knelt down into the grass, a meadow around him, and ruins of ancient elven structures in the far distance glistening in the sun. His face was stricken with grief, and his head leaned forward with his eyes closed as he cried. In front of him was a tree, alone, it sat in the center of the field and towered over every small beast that might live there like a vigilant sentinel of the forest surrounding the meadow. At the base of its trunk, a silvery helmet of mithril adorned with ornate wings for decoration.
The elf placed his hands on either side of the helm and lifted it up, pressing the forehead of it against his, and the cold metal left a feeling of longing in his heart. “Rho nerth i mi..” he whispered into the hollow mouth of helm. Placing the helmet back down in its resting place, the elf stood up with his head hanging still and gave a short polite bow. Walking away across the meadow back into the forest, dozens of fair skinned elves could be seen doing the same sort of prayer and mourning all throughout.
We follow this elf to a clearing in the other side of the forest, whereupon is built a massive wall-defended city of crystalline white buildings, radiant and beautiful in the light. Two ornate large gates open before him and grant him entry, which take him into a circular plaza of the city where market stalls line the paths of beautifully carved stone. Elves all over are selling handcrafted goods, cloths and jewelry, while elven guards standing tall in the same silvery feathered mithril plate as seen before watch over the people.
The elf we follow eventually finds his way through the city and up many steps until he reaches a palace, beautiful like a prism in the sun, when the light hits perfectly it emits a rainbow of natural colors that soothe the eye. When he steps inside, he makes his way to a throne wherein sits a female elf, Queen Filavandrel. He kneels before her and greets her with “My queen.”
She has sadness in her eyes as well, and urges him to stand up instead of kneeling. “This will have been the twelve-hundredth harvest of sorrows we have endured since I took the throne, you know. Every year that passes, we are reminded of all we have lost. Aelirenn’s latest failed rebellion against the kingdoms of man along with the continued onslaught of Eindraeth from the orcs in recent years has only made the most recent harvests more dour than they’ve ever been.”
The male elf stood up at his queens words, and their eyes met, both of them clearly stricken with pain of grief. “I need an army, ellyllondraeth can not fall to the melltigedig of tir trist. Once I’ve retaken the land from the brutish ones I intend to take more back from the lands of men as well. I know Aelirenn failed years ago, but we have had the time to regain our strength since then while the men have only become torn apart by wars amongst themselves.” He looked over to the large window that magnified the bright blue sun in the sky casting beams down, and into the hall. “Etrell and his flames have not forgotten his people, he will give us the strength to resist, and his sister Yinol will give us the wisdom to overcome.”
The queen followed his gaze to the sun and then back to him. “The Wodendraeth will not aid us, they are too enamored with wars amongst themselves to care about the people they came from. But you are right, Etrell and Yinol have always blessed our people, and though the humans do not understand them and call them by different names, the two of them know we were here before man and his destruction. When the giants walked these lands and built structures and machines to communicate with the stars, men slaughtered them and all of it became lost to time. Everything destroyed aeons ago, only our people truly remember. Hundreds of kingdoms of men have risen and fallen in that time, all of which have forgotten where they come from, and how they do not belong in this world….” She paused for a moment in meditation before continuing. “I can feel it… another disaster soon. Perhaps this may be the end of our people after all. I know you can feel it too… go, have your army, our people have only one chance to survive and it is with your will that we do. Without it, the coming cataclysm may silence the world of our people for eternity.”