title: The Elven Way: The Magical Path of the Shining Ones
author:  The Silver Elves 
description: The Silver Elves are a family of elves who have been living and sharing the Elven Way since 1975. They are the authors of a number of books on magic and enchantment including: "The Book of Elven Runes"; "The Magical Elven Love Letters", volume I, 2, and 3; "An Elfin Book of Spirits";"Caressed by an Elfin Breeze"; "Eldafaryn"; "The Elven Tree of Life Eternal"; "Arvyndase (Silverspeech)"; "An Elven Book of Powers"; "What An Elf Would Do"; "Through the Mists of Faerie" and four volumes of the series of correspondence between the Silver Elves and the Elf Queen's Daughters, "Magic Talks", "Sorcerers' Dialogues", "Discourses on High Sorcery" and "Ruminations on Necromancy".<br />The Elven Way is the spiritual Path of the Elves. It is not a religion. While all elves are free to pursue whatever spiritual path they desire, or not as the case may be, these elves are magicians and follow no particular religious dogma. The Silver Elves do however believe in all the Gods and Goddesses, (also Santa Claus to whom they're related, the tooth fairy as a distant cousin, and the Easter or Ostara Bunny, no relation.) and they try to treat them all with due respect. The Elven Way promotes the principles of Fairness, that is to say both Justice, Elegance and Equal Opportunity and Courtesy that is respectful in its interactions and attitude toward all beings,great or small. The Silver Elves understand the world as a magical or miraculous phenomena, and that all beings, by pursuing their own true path,will become whomever they truly desire to be. The path of the Silver Elves is that of Love and Magic and they share their way with all sincerely interested individuals.<br />You are invited to visit their website at: silverelves.anglefire.com and join them on Facebook under the name "Michael J. Love (Silver Elves)".
zlib_text: Alone in the moonless midnight, high atop a cliff overlooking Qualinost,
  Gilthanas continued to sing the ancient song that had been a part of the elven
  coming of age ceremony since Kith-Kanan had formed the elven kingdom more than
  two thousand years before.
  
  Yet somewhere, out in the darkness, a murderer lurked. Tanis waited alone in
  the shadows, the only one who could save Gilthanas. Flint was gone, swallowed
  by the earth as though he had never existed.
  
  At that moment, Gilthanas’s song broke off with a cry. “You should not be
  here!” the elf proclaimed. “The ceremony forbids …”
  
  Tanis watched as a hooded figure advanced on his cousin.
  
  “Who are you?” demanded Gilthanas, edging backward. The cliff, with its six-
  hundred-foot drop, loomed dangerously near his heels.
  
  Tanis, drawing his sword and moving as quickly as he could, slipped from
  boulder to boulder.
  
  The figure, wordless, drew nearer. Gilthanas looked desperately about, but the
  stranger blocked the only escape. Then Tanis saw t