Erelth sat by the river, his long bow in arms. He looked around, not seeing anyone but the Way Watcher on the other side of the river. He nodded, then continued to watch.
This river wasn't just any old river, but a river into the Wood Elf territary, Way Watchers watched it, why? Because otherwise beings of Chaos could get down river and into Loren, then ravage and plunder their homes.

Something Erelth wouldn't let them do. He defended his home as a Way Watcher for 300 years. He continued to watch, hoping no foul creatures would come. Three battles in 300 years, all on this river, he thought. I don't want to fancy my chances. I hope they won't come down the river. Otherwise I'll have trouble on my hands. No experiance, damnit!