The Tragedy of Gałone (Gah-thl-own, Ed-lan-har, Nie-ene)

A long, long time ago in the time before the People when Clouds and Rivers fought there was once a Swamp that was said to be the most beautiful elemental to have ever been looked upon. They were named Gałone of the West and many suitors sought their hand from the Brothers Tor to the South, the Sisters Morae to the West but only one caught their eye Edlanhar.
Formed far, far away on the other side of the world Edlanhar was renowned for his ability to bring a life to his words that was unusual for a Mountain. He spoke as elegantly as any Cloud and as proudly as any River. Telling tales from all the places they'd traveled, Edlanhar gathered themselves a following who sought to learn from them. Among their followers Naien was most vocal against Edlanhar and Gałone.
Naien of the North was a Storm of much prestige known for the songs they have made. Horrified at the thought that Edlanhar was falling for the false nature of this swamp that lay before them, Naien had to act. Gathering up a group of like minded individuals a plan was made to show Edlanhar what they saw in Gałone.

Gałone was entranced by the words of this wanderer who spoke of Plains and Valleys beyond the horizon, from Edlanhar Gałone learned of the Sun and Stars of Day and Night. As the seasons passed one after the other Gałone began to appreciate Edlanhar more and more. But as their connection grew so did the jealousy of others.
Naien and her followers gathered wood and stone, planning to suffocate Gałone under the mass of material. Spending so much time together Naien required a distraction to keep Edlanhar away from Gałone and so she told Edlanhar of a Lake to the south that was holding a large event. Always the life of a party, Edlanhar could not deny the allure seeking to invite Gałone; they were quickly discouraged by Naien as it was rude to bring uninvited guests. And so left Edlanhar if not a little hesitant for the event to the south.

In the cold light of the Night under the watching gaze of the Moon Naien and her collaborators struck, drowning Gałone under the weight of wood and stone filling the heart and lungs of this Swamp. As their body died their mind was trapped in their now broken body they could only watch the seasons pass by. As the wood and stone bound through one another mixing within the body of Gałone the first of the Trolls were born.
Edlanhar returned to a site of horror, they had seen battle sites before and the violence elementals could inflict one another but Edlanhar had never seen a killing so cruel. And this drove them to a rage they never knew and they called out to the World seeking answers, truth and the World answered. First the Land answered and spoke of the footsteps that moved across it, then the Sky answered and spoke of what it heard in whispered conspiracy and calls for help. Then the Moon answered and spoke of what it saw, of the traitors who followed Edlanhar and of the Storm that led them.
Naien, confident that none who acted would speak, went about life in a joyous mood as the greatest annoyance in their life was now gone. It was then that Edlanhar found her, and filled with that burning rage he called out his voice striking harder than any fist and as Naien fell Edlanhar struck again and again with a voice like a blade cutting deep. From these deep cuts rose out the first of the Cloud Giants.
Filled with Despair, Edlanhar removed the wriggling wood and stone and laid down next to the cold empty remains of Gałone awaiting them to awaken.
An Oral Tradition and historical play passed down by the Silver Blooded Tribes of Silvalum.