The Origin of Meiness (1)

Today's world is a pinnacle of steel. It stands on the shoulders of an iron obelisk. The tower's foot is a kingdom of pottery on a bedrock of flint. The middle place of the structure is a belt of bronze and inlaid gold. It seems insignificant; hardly part of the structure. But it is the moment where the unchanging horizontal world took its first tenuous step upward. These were the days the dragons imbued words with wisdom. This was the time of legends. 
Legends are wet clay shaped by time's hands. A few are unchanged by the passing ages. The rest pass into silence with only the footprint of the smallest toe to mark their passing. The true story of Meiness Forest is among these. In those days, elves and orcs were one species*, and Nephilim were their masters. 
*(called elves, of course)

“You have failed in your tribute again, young Aquthopos,” the Nephilim hissed. Its body, like any nephilim's, was a slate-gray color that denied shape to its substance. They had no skin, but the monochromatic gray flesh was like liquid stone.* All nephilim stand precisely seven feet tall,** are completely hairless, and indeed devoid of any visual feature which might make individuals distinct. Their faces were like the odd impressions in a cloud: at the right angle, they were faces, but the features were indistinct at best. Nephilim never wore clothing, and had no apparent gender.*** They permitted no other species within their circle, so memories of them are fragmented. Only the nephilim's given name and its voice made it distinct. This one called himself Lot. 
*(like partially solidified, perfectly homogeneous concrete. Except, ya know, animate.)
 **(I imagine the measurement system actually originated with them and the foot was defined as one seventh a nephilim's height).
 ***(since orc/elf society was heavily masculine, they were assumed to be male).

Lot towered over the young elven king. Although the nephilim's huge arms and stomach* made it look like a very fat dwarf, but he knew it was as fast, as nimble and far, far stronger than he was. Lot leaned farther over, and Aquthopos had to back up and crane his neck to meet the blind-eye gaze. “Since the day you succeeded your father, you have failed us. 
“Do we really ask no much? Your people mine a little silver, grow a little grain, pick a few olives and a few grapes. We only ask a part of these harvests. And in exchange, you get so much!”
 Aquthopos had no desire to continue listening to the propaganda of this nephilim. It didn't matter. The land of Mein simply could not produce everything they demanded of it. And with adjoining Ness breathing down his neck in the hopes that the Nephilim would force him from the throne, he had no funds to draw on. So the monarch chose the only course available.
*(if that was a stomach. Their eating habits are not well documented. Dude's got a beer gut and beer hasn't even been invented yet.)

With a silent command, he called out a dozen guards with heavy granite-headed hammers. Nephilim's stony flesh made them very difficult to injure, but not invulnerable. “You have been paid for your 'protection' already. We will not pay a second time.”  
Lot's nearly featureless face managed to convey disgust. “have it your way, fool. Your insult will not be forgotten, and we repay injury in kind.” The nephilim thundered out of the king's hall. 
That night, Lot shed his skin,* and took on the guise of a beautiful young boy. Now Aquthopos was a young king. He had not yet successful conceived a child, because even in those days, elves had trouble conceiving. Lot seduced his wife with whispers of nectar, and laid with her. In due time she discovered she was with child. 
*(probably meaning he suppressed his nephilim appearance. The exact word suggests the action of a snake).