Disclaimer: The languages of Sindarin and Quenya belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, and much of Tathóre is based in his world. Yoroiden Samurai Troopers is copyright to Sunrise Animation Studio and Nagoya Television. Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon is copyright to Naoko Takeuchi. Yuu Yuu Hakusho is copyright to Togashi Yoshihiro. Also, if the YYH/SM pairings seem familiar, that is because Sonya-chan got me hooked on them with her X-files/Moon series. If there is anything else that doesn't belong to me, I will credit its owner in the foot notes. No copyright infringement is intended. This disclaimer applies for the entire fanfic.

Fandoms: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, Yuu Yuu Hakusho

Summary: First in the TSM series. There is a plot to overthrow two kingdoms. If it succeeds darkness, like a great plague will descend on the Ningen-kai. Kayura calls upon the Yoroiden for assistance, not realizing the chain of events she has just set into motion

TSM – Warlord of Forest

Prologue

Waves lapped lazily at the rocky cliffs of white that gleamed as they faced the rising eastern sun. Set into the cliff like a seven tiered crown, some hundred feet above the ocean spray, was a palace made of the same pure white stone. On the west side of the White Palace, lush woodland stretched for more miles than even the keenest eyes could see. Birch and Oak, Elm and Rowan lined the sides of the many rivers that ran down from the distant mountains to rush over the white cliffs and join the sea, which the people of the White Palace called Celegëar, for it shone with a silver light, reflected from the rocks of the cliffs.

Known to its people as Gloselin, the White Palace's glittering walls ran in a perfect circle, broken only by many pillared archways and windows. The walls arched up into seven white spires, each wrapped in green ivy. At the top of each spire shone a single translucent gem. Viewed from afar, the gems sparkled like earthly stars. The inner walls sloped inward, forming levels like great stairs that lead to an immense circular courtyard in the center of the palace. Great windows with curtains of ivy faced inward to look upon the ancient willow that grew in the center of the courtyard.

The Willow was so massive that five men with their arms stretched wide could not link hands around its base. It cast its shadow over the entire courtyard, like a mother standing protectively above her children. It was said that The Willow held great power, and that as long as it stood, evil-things could not reach its people. It was here that the kingdom got its name, Tathóre, the Willow Land. It was the home of the Eldar, the First Born, known in the world of men as Elves.

Currently, as the sun rose above the horizon and shone into the windows on the east side of the palace and the citizens of Tathóre were just returning from the world of dreams, the courtyard stood empty. Empty, save for a single dark haired man, clad in regal robes of deep purple. He was a passing big man, with broad shoulders and a square jaw. He stood proudly, like a king, facing The Willow. Silently, he contemplated the ancient tree as its many weeping branches swayed around him in a gentle morning breeze. After a time, his lips turned up in a sneer and he said, as if to himself, "so powerful, the magick within, to eternally protect the Eldar from the evil outside their borders, but so fragile itself. It would be easy enough to uproot, then the land would be laid bare, and Tathóre would become wholly mine. My Youma armies would march through the wasted land and, without their Princess to guild them, the Eldar would have no choice but to turn to me, to learn the arts of war. It would then be a simple task to turn my two armies against the Youja-kai, and dethrone that naïve empress, Kayura." His face split into a wolfish grin. "Three crowns, the beginnings of my empire. It all begins with Milien's hand," his grin fell and his voice became wholly serious as he whispered, "and her death."

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Three yards away, hidden behind a curtain of living green, a young, red-headed woman left the courtyard without a sound. She ran quickly towards her Princess's chambers on the highest level of the palace. In her haste, she ran past many Elda who had just woken for the day and stood long after she was gone, staring after her in mild amusement. She was a petite girl, reaching just under five feet in height. Her fiery red hair was cut short and tucked behind her human ears. She was Elowin "Phereledh," the Half-Elvin Star.

The guards outside the princess' chambers did not hinder her as she flew into the room and ran to her princess' side. She hurriedly fell to one knee in mock-formality before spring back to her feet and giving the other woman a rueful smile. "You were right, as always mellon nin."

"I had feared as much," she replied in a mild voice. Princess Milien was, at first glance, a beautiful young woman of average height and build. She had glossy dark hair that fell in a loose braid down her back to end just above her waist. However, even garbed only in her white dressing gown, Milien held herself with all the dignity and confident of one worthy of great power. Her blue-green eyes were alight with the fires of intelligence and determination.

Milien turned to stare out the balcony archway and across the glistening sea, frowning as if in deep thought. It was several minutes before she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "Go to the Youja-kai. Warn Kayura of Morion's intent, and beg of her assistance."

Elowin bowed, in earnest, before exiting the chamber and leaving Milien alone with her grim thoughts.

Notes

1- Tathóre Tathar Willow; -dór land (Sindarin)
Celegëar Celeb Silver; gaer sea (Sindarin) ëar sea (Quenya)
Gloselin Glos White (dazzling); Elin Stars (Sindarin)

mellon nin my friend.

AN: Much thanks to my English teacher for playing Beta.