The Elven King

I was currently in a large room with two couches and a few guards lined against the wall. Next to me was Runa and on my shoulder was Little Bell. And hanging off me all over were many other spirits. Across from me was a male elf who looked around seventeen years of age but, in fact, was many hundreds of years old and was actually the king of the elves, Zanil, Runa's father. And next to him was a woman who looked Runa's age at fifteen who sat next to him who also was a lot older than she looked by a few hundred years and was, in fact, Runa's mother, Nal, the queen of the elves.

"To think, after all this time we finally get to meet the one person who my daughter always goes on about. Your achievements can be said to have spread far and wide." The king of the elves gave me a meaningful look. I mean, yes, I have done a lot, but does he need to look at me as if I am some kind of piece of meat?