This piece was originally written for another purpose, but I keep being tempted to turn it into a story about a romance involving a wolf-lord, possibly a shapechanger, possibly from a magically-bonded tribe, and an elven ice maiden who becomes his queen.
This is a science fiction ballad (music available, but I can't include it here without a link, which would compromise the Elfwood way of doing things, which I don't wish to do) that is sort of a mixture of The High Crusade with the Dorsai, and a lot of classical revenge legends.
A short story of true love and the lengths people will go to prove it. Severe pun advisory.
Do you ever get tired of stories about wars that are happening for no apparent reason, or at least not one that makes sense to you? Remember, in the end, all wars are about resources - who has them, and who doesn't, as you'll soon see...