There was great chaos upon leaving for the Refuge, and many of our kind were lost, slaughtered by the ame and assimilated into others' peoples. But Silver was eternal, and in the times to come, there would be great change and reform. Indeed, there would be progress, even if, for the time, the aheral would have no health. With the Usurper Phaedrus risen to power, and aheral being persecuted and hunted from all across the lands, there were those whom sought to save their culture and rescue their people, and they took on the sacrifice of the Sillumiran. Thus was the Chapter of Ellomian'thilln born. And so, in groups of two and three, the Blessed Elves sought their kindred out deep in the hearts of hostile lands, and brought them back to home.
Progress would be made.
Thusly did the Blessed Elves stand proud once more, and began to rebuild a life from ruins. They sought peace, unity, and isolation, as in the days of the Tomb, and tempers began to simmer down. And though for a few years they were fearful and quiet, the discontent in the failed nation of Laureh'lin grew, and the mali'aheral grasped the opportunity with both hands. And so the, the leaders of the time, of Tilruir'tir Asul'athri and of Avern'dionne, of Maheral Delonna and of Andria, whom had given up her seat, began to plan for peace, and for war.
Progress would be made.
But of course there were times when peace was shaky, and the ground uncertain - Renatus and Oren clashed, and clashed again, and then clashed again, before the kingdom of Crows was made gone. And though the aheral enjoyed peace with the Crows in the times of Kalenz, they turned their backs, and forged a new alliance with Renatus. An ally strong was made.
Progress would be made.
The Naysayer, in his time, had estranged the bortu and the uruks, had spread filth upon them with insults, assuming wrongly that our aid from the Carrions would last forever. And so we had paid dearly with it, when the gates of Annil'sul were opened that we might be forced from them, and cut down where we stood. But the aheral were not stagnate - they, as the tempers of the other nations cooled, and they were forgiven of their had-been leader's trespasses, forged and brokered treaties with cool mind and silver tongue. And thus were two allies in the uruks and bortu made.
Progress would be made.
And then, a group of a dark elven people rose up from their brethren, and upon Phaedrus and on their counterparts, they waged war, calling upon the might of the world to aid them. And with them the aheral promised to ride, and to set their skills to the test. The Sillumiran were sparked with flurries of activity, as men were gathered up and action was taken - scouting and spying, strategising and training.
The people of Laureh'lin were not stupid, except for their senile leader the Usurper. They foresaw the coming of a world war, and to the nations they pleaded for mercy and peace. And some among them came up to push aside Phaedrus' mantle, who stubbornly refused the terms of both aheral and ker, and there was peace. The flurry of the Sillumiran died down, and quieted, as did the pens and blades of all the other races and nations. There would be peace. And at last, our true home, the lands beneath our Annil'sul, was being returned to us.
Progress has been made.
And as we wait to return en masse, progress will be made.