As taken from the Monster Mythology Rules supplement (DMGR4-2128) p.26

Lafarallinn was a powerful Elven ranger, one with a long history of protecting the boundaries of the Elven lands in early times, when the Elves struggled against the predications of many enemies, where evils and fiends stalked the Prime. This youthful ranger took as his prime tenet, that prosecuting the goals of good meant extirpating evil. "If it is not good, it shall be slain so that good may triumph," was the thinking of the young ranger. Evil was ever put to the sword, without remittance. Possessed of a magical ring that unfailingly detected evil, the ranger thought himself virtually perfect in locating evil, and slaying it.

Corellon Larethian looked into the Elf's heart and saw a lack of mercy within. He determined to teach the mortal a lesson, a cruel one no doubt, but no mortal diatribe would touch such a heart, the Creator deemed. Lafarallinn was staying at a tavern between his journeys in the wild, and as he ate his supper a young Elven thief stole his purse. Pursuing her down the dark back streets, he caught the thief as she fell, her breathing ragged from disease which afflicted her lungs. His ring glowing, he drew his longsword to slay her evil. But his hand was stayed as he looked into her dark eyes, dilated with terror of imminent death and in that instant Corellon granted Lafarallinn insight to her heart. The ranger saw the cruelty and brutality of her parents, the squalor of her upbringing, and the god made the mortal feel pity for one who could not have become other than what she was. As the ranger's hand reached to touch her face, Corellon drew some of the disease within her body into those hands. Lafarallinn wept, and picking up the fragile body of the girl, took her to the healers where his recovered purse paid for their ministrations.

The help did not prevail. The girl died of a racking, consumptive disease, and Lafarallinn was left desolate with his love for her. His hands were crippled such that he could not raise a sword to slay ever again. Then Corellon's avatar appeared to him, and told him of the lesson he had been given; that love, mercy, and pity divide good from evil, and those had not been within Lafarallinn's heart before. Lafarallinn was broken, and too late he lamented his uncaring destructions of the past. Despite pleading to Hanali Celanil for forgiveness and healing, the goddess could not countermand Corellon's actions, and her tears availed him not.

Many years later, Corellon himself was departing a conclave of Elven bards he had secretly observed when he encountered a hunched, limping, cowled figure making its way through the darkness. Something gave Corellon pause, and as he hesitated, an intuition in the figure made it throw back its cowl and look at the god. Lafarallinn, now in middle age, recognized the god, and silently drew from the folds of his cloak a silken bag. From within that bag the gnarled and crooked hands drew a crystal sculpture of the girl he had loved, and he held it out before the god, tears in his eyes. Corellon looked into the Elf's heart and saw the years of loving work made real in the statuette, saw the endless pain of the sculptor's crippled hands. For years Lafarallinn had suffered torment while bending an unwavering concentration to make the statue, motivated purely by his love.

Corellon stood humbled. His lesson had been learned all too well, and had returned unto him. The god realized that he had never shown the mortal the mercy of consideration of his efforts; not once had he looked back to see if Lafarallinn had learned the virtues Corellon had sought to teach him. Gently taking the gnarled hands, Corellon called to Hanali to heal him as she had wished to do. He then placed a gentle hand on Lafarallinn's forehead and took away all but a ghost of the memories of those years of pain. In his later years, Lafarallinn became a great priest serving both Corellon and Hanali, and his skills as a sculptor and artist were without peer among Elves. When his time came to depart the mortal realms, he donned his armor and weapons and, aided by Corellon, went forth to the very Abyss to claim the soul of his lost love. With Corellon's blessing, the two souls passed to their final resting-place in Arvandor.

We must remember Lafarallinn for his devotion, folly, and redemption. Even in the heart of conflict we must remain merciful, for there is only a hands breath between evil and ourselves.

- Coronal Semmitsaul Silverspear -