Kelnin among men.

Kelnin walked down the street, it was one day before Midsummer, his one chance to return to his own world.  He had been on Eilendor for a few weeks, wandering at first, then he found human city, Haldir, the native men called themselves Farandins, and they dressed very oddly, with spiked hair, and mostly leather clothing, which Kelnin found slightly disturbing.  He kept worrying about time, which must be different from plane-to-plane, he hoped he would be in time.  That night, Kelnin went into his elfin trance, restless, and had odd, stressful dreams.  The next day, the Faerie Aurora in Lorria, the Plane Light on the Aether, and the High Dawn on Null, Kelnin grabbed his enderi and Pirnan longbow, he went out from the city, heading for the forests or mountains, places most likely to fade into Lorria, and to the east, the planar direction of his home plane.

Nanlyr went over to his wardrobe and withdrew his sword, well actually it was Kelnin's, he then hurriedly left the city, going out into the forest.  He thought he saw something small off in distance, but it was very far away.  He waited, the sun went down, then he saw it, not two feet in front of him, a hole opened he saw the natural world, the forest shifted in Eilendor for a few seconds, then returned to Lorria.  Nanlyr knew he was not alone. 

Kelnin paced around in the parched, waist-high grass, the sun was starting it's decent, he was worried.  He was hungry and tired, but he had to be ready, he could start to feel a change.  The flat, grassy plain around him changed momentarily into a forest with a lone elf standing there, his vision went dark, then he stood before the elf he had seen.  Nanlyr looked surprised, then set his jaw, he raised his sword, Kelnin raised his elf-spear, they glared at each other for a moment, then leaped at one other, the clashed.

"You!"  Nanlyr spat at Kelnin as they stepped back.

"Me."  Said Kelnin simply.  He gathered a spell at his finger tips.

Nanlyr gave a cold chuckle and pulled an orb from his robe, Kelnin's spell dissipated, and his mana drained to naught.  Kelnin twirled his spear and slashed Nanlyr's cheek, blood dribbled onto his white robe, Nanlyr cut at him, but he blocked with the spear shaft.  They fought for a few minutes, when two elf rangers came into the clearing.  

"It's Kelnin, the disowned!"  Nanlyr shouted at them as Kelnin took another jab at him.  The elves took aim with their bows, just then the necromancer came into view.