I changed some things that hopefully helped. Less telling more showing I hope.
Note: the parentheses are there in place of footnotes, which I cannot do with this program.
The two colossal spires showed above the canopy of trees. They were the symbol and the landmark for the City of Trees and were a natural wonder. Their hard rock was surrounded by buildings built into their sides and crevices. Such a thing was strange for a land of trees, stones, moss, ferns, and bubbling streams; and the people of the land took pride in them.
Five riders approached the city, staring aghast at the colossal giants. The silence of the forest and the beauty of the place filled them with wonder. As they came closer to the city, the silence was broken by the noise of a swift little stream, bubbling over its bed.
“It is so very peaceful here,” said the young woman.
“Aye it is Elyan, but not for long,” replied the male elf riding beside her.
“Let us enjoy its beauty while we can children for this is supposed to be a time of rest for us; a vacation,” reminded Lady Elandril, the mother of the two.
The regal elf who rode beside her was her husband, the High Elder Tharassil. He now spoke up.
“Children. I, being the leader of the high elves, had to make this visit to the City of Trees. This, as you know, is a council of war and is extremely important. If war indeed is in order, then I want to spend some time with you while I can. Enjoy this land while we are here for it is a beautiful land of strange but friendly people.”
The fifth rider though was not listening, but was looking at the path.
“Sir, look at those strange tracks!” exclaimed the armored elf suddenly.
“They seem to belong to some type of wolf, a very big one,” commented the elf Colan. A stifled scream from the girl jerked the elves' heads from the path. There on the road in front of them was a Dugon scout on a giant wolf. The wolf of the south growled deep in its cavernous chest and leapt forward. An arrow came slamming into the creature’s neck and almost simultaneously another hit the Dugon rider in the same spot and he fell down gurgling.
A person emerged from the trees with his bowstring still vibrating from the quick shots. He was smaller than an average man, for he was a Tor, the people of the City of Trees and the surrounding forest. His ears were strange, looking like those of an animal. He had wavy brown hair and piercing green eyes. His long hide boots were drawn up to right below his knees, and a brown tunic covered his torso and thighs. A long forest green cloak was on his back and made him blend in with the trees. On his forearms he wore tough leather bracers and he had a sword strapped on his back.
“Please continue friends, I am sorry about this misfortune,” said the Tor, his piercing green eyes sparkling as he saw Elyan.
“Then the trouble is worse than I thought,” murmered the High Elder Tharassil as they rode on. Elyan glanced back but the Tor, Dugon, and wolf were gone!

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