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"A year after the ruin of Har Kaldra, a messenger from far-off Athel Loren arrived in Naggarond. His name was Hrothar the Wind Lord, and he bore news that roused the Witch King from contemplation. When Malekith’s wife, Allisara, had fled him so many centuries before, she had eventually found her way to Athel Loren. Within its timeless bounds, she built a new life, but slowly came to regret her abandonment. Though the Wood Elves were isolated from much of what passed in Ulthuan and Naggaroth, little by little, Allisara had learned that her visions had indeed come true. She was now consumed with guilt and grief, Hrothar said, and would return to Malekith’s side, if he so wished it.
This news awoke a glimmer of warmth in Malekith’s cold heart. Thus, when Hrothar returned to Athel Loren, he did so to arrange Allisara’s return. The Elves of Athel Loren - who had by now come to accept Allisara as one of their own - pledged an escort of many hundreds of warriors, in order that she would be brought safe to Naggaroth. Malekith tried to keep Allisara’s return from his mother’s spies, but laboured in vain. The Hag Sorceress swore that Allisara would never reach Naggaroth’s shores, for her presence would only serve to further weaken Malekith’s ebbing resolve. Yet even Morathi dared not flout her son’s wishes openly, and thus she set in motion other plans.
Travelling to Ulthuan in disguise, she englamoured Prince Valedor, a warrior whose life had been shredded by the intrigues at Aethis’ court. Driven mad by disgrace, Valedor was easily led to believe that Allisara’s escort was provided by a forgotten Elven nation that had thrown in its lot with the Dark Elves. Thus did Valedor’s army bring Allisara’s escort to battle upon the shores of Bretonnia. Many Elves died that day, and not one of them truly knew the cause for which they fought. Allisara was the last to perish in that battle, run through by Valedor’s spear. As her lifeblood touched the prince’s hands, the madness finally fell from his eyes. Haunted by despair, Valedor cast himself from the bluff into the churning waters below."
(с) Games Workshop, Dark Elves- 2013

Description
"A year after the ruin of Har Kaldra, a messenger from far-off Athel Loren arrived in Naggarond. His name was Hrothar the Wind Lord, and he bore news that roused the Witch King from contemplation. When Malekith’s wife, Allisara, had fled him so many centuries before, she had eventually found her way to Athel Loren. Within its timeless bounds, she built a new life, but slowly came to regret her abandonment. Though the Wood Elves were isolated from much of what passed in Ulthuan and Naggaroth, little by little, Allisara had learned that her visions had indeed come true. She was now consumed with guilt and grief, Hrothar said, and would return to Malekith’s side, if he so wished it.
This news awoke a glimmer of warmth in Malekith’s cold heart. Thus, when Hrothar returned to Athel Loren, he did so to arrange Allisara’s return. The Elves of Athel Loren - who had by now come to accept Allisara as one of their own - pledged an escort of many hundreds of warriors, in order that she would be brought safe to Naggaroth. Malekith tried to keep Allisara’s return from his mother’s spies, but laboured in vain. The Hag Sorceress swore that Allisara would never reach Naggaroth’s shores, for her presence would only serve to further weaken Malekith’s ebbing resolve. Yet even Morathi dared not flout her son’s wishes openly, and thus she set in motion other plans.
Travelling to Ulthuan in disguise, she englamoured Prince Valedor, a warrior whose life had been shredded by the intrigues at Aethis’ court. Driven mad by disgrace, Valedor was easily led to believe that Allisara’s escort was provided by a forgotten Elven nation that had thrown in its lot with the Dark Elves. Thus did Valedor’s army bring Allisara’s escort to battle upon the shores of Bretonnia. Many Elves died that day, and not one of them truly knew the cause for which they fought. Allisara was the last to perish in that battle, run through by Valedor’s spear. As her lifeblood touched the prince’s hands, the madness finally fell from his eyes. Haunted by despair, Valedor cast himself from the bluff into the churning waters below."
(с) Games Workshop, Dark Elves- 2013