The light of Elvennor shines on many paths... but not yet yours, #.
You walk our lands in peace, but command over our forces is not yet yours to wield.
Elvennor is young and fragile — we entrust its fate only to those proven in wisdom and honor.
Your steps are still too light upon the roots of this realm. Let them deepen with time.
In the name of Loirion the First, we must ask more of you before we lend our blades.
Even the stars must rise before they shine. So too must your deeds, #.
We are not blind to your courage — but trust is forged like steel, and it must be tempered.
Not all who enter Elvennor are ready to lead it. Show us your heart.
Before you command, you must first understand. Walk among our people. Learn their stories.
The past has taught us caution. Prove you are not a shadow in fair form.
We have seen much, and lost more. You must show that your loyalty runs deeper than words.
Not yet, #. Though peace brings us together, command must be earned.
The Council has spoken: you are welcome, but not yet one we would follow.
Walk further under the boughs of Elvennor. Let the land know you, and we may come to know you too.
A sword may be swift, but a leader must be steady. Show us that steadiness.
Return, #, when your spirit is woven into the song of this land.