December 1939
The Soviet soldiers advanced through the snowy forest. It seemed that the land was theirs for the taking, with not a man in sight to defend their territory -
Suddenly, a tree began to speak Finnish. "Hakkaa päälle!" And then, another tree spoke something that sounded remarkably like Finnish to the untrained ear, but was not - a shout of "Aurë entuluva!"
Before they knew what was happening, bullets rained from the trees and the soldiers fell. One of them caught a glimpse of two men with hair as gleaming white as the snow... and strangely pointed ears peeking out from knit caps. Despite the government eradicating religion as nonsense, it seemed his grandmother's stories of forest elves were real. He tried to scream at the mind-shattering revelation, but only blood poured from his mouth, and the elves were the last thing he ever saw.
Eluréd and Elurín cheered for their Finnish comrades, and each other. Years of living in forests and surviving as hunter-gatherers, combined with their keen Quendi eyesight and reflexes, had made them lethal - and that had only been honed by the need to protect the forest against spoiling invaders, the forest that had not let them die so long ago. So they had put their abilities to work as snipers.
Looking down from the trees at the fallen Soviets bleeding out on the snow, they shared a flask to celebrate their victory, and poured out a little bit of vodka for the tree spirits in gratitude.
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