It was not the usual start one might expect in such a tale, especially for such a character. It was neither dark, stormy nor nighttime. Indeed, the sun burned brightly in the sky, unobscured by clouds, and kept everything comfortably warm. Ancalagon stood on a patch of grass on a hilltop, looking down. Below, he could see the beach. The sparkling blue-green water slowly drifted onto the white sands, seeming so peaceful. There were only a few beings down there, and they were the reason he was looking there...<br/><br/>Two young elven girls, probably old enough to be adventurers, but still in their playful, explorative years where they didn't have to start a career, were chasing each other, completely nude, along the beach, laughing and giggling. Occasionally one would tackle the other and they would roll about, tickling each other as the sand clung to their bare skin enticingly, or they would splash the cold water at each other, their eyes lit up with happiness.