Middle Earth Add-on!

[EspressoDuck]

We wont stop, Archangel. Just come back a few pages from now.

 

[CJF]

As Thranduil waited for Legolas to return, an elf maiden was escoreted into the room. Thranduil waited for her to speak. When she didn't, he asked,
"What can I do for you?"




Sorry Kook, it's all I could think of.

 

[Kookaburra]

It's okay, Darr.

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Nyeena stared at Thranduil fixedly, her eyes suddenly veiled. "King Thranduil, I came not of my own accord. Rather, the enchanted woods gave me no other option."

Silence reigned for a moment while Thranduil inspected her. "You are not a Sindar?" he asked.

Nyeena's eyes flashed. "Sindarian, no! My mother was Kalya Moonlight of the Vanyar, and my father Ehtyar of the Teleri. I have seen the light of Valinor before the darkness. I am from the Grey Havens and from Rivendell."

"You are distant kindred, then . . . . " Thranduil was deep in thought. "What is it you wish?"

"I seek a path to Minis Tirith . . . but my fate may lead me elsewhere." She smiled, eyes distant. "The Western Pass is ablaze, and the orcs have retreated for now."

"The horizon has been scarlet for some time . . . I feared this."

"The curse of the Noldor still haunts some, m'lord. Does it still follow you?" she asked, her head bowed, thinking on the dark days that still roamed the woods. "There will be no peace until Elves and Men once more form an alliance."

"Men are weak, fickle!" Thranduil said angrily. "They are the cause that leaves Sauron free to work his evil today!"

"And man will rise and snuff out this evil . . . Aragorn, son of Arathorn rides from Rivendell."

 

[CJF]

Ugh! I can't think! My mind is so wrapped up The Two Towers, I can't think of what to write.

 

[Kookaburra]

c'mon, please?

 

[EspressoDuck]

Well, dont even make subtle comments to TTT, because the fellowship isnt even embarked yet.

 

[Elda Ohtar]

"Yes Legolas, what is it?"
"Father is worried about you. Where have you been?!"
"Oh just about"
She said as she got back onto her horse.
"I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"About.... oh never mind. Meet you back at home."
And with that she took off.
----
Darrions if you have something better than go ahead and post. All I can think of right now is TTT

 

[CJF]

Yours was fine Elda.
Celandine, I never said I was going to post something from The Two Towers. All I said, was that my mind was too wrapped up in The Two Towers to post at that moment.
Anyways...here's what I can get so far. Not much...

Legolas followed his sister back inside the walls, and into the throne room. Thranduil was talking to an elf maiden. Legolas' keen hearing picked up their conversation.

"Aragorn? He rides from Rivendell? For what purpose?" Thranduil asked, eager to know.


Araethir tied her horse up, and walked up the stairs into her home. She walked to her room, and sat at the window. This window, though it seemed odd to others, was rather close to her. She had always come to this window to cry, to think and sometimes even told it her feelings. It would always listen. It never once gave her advice, but it always listened.

Araethir sat at the window for hours, not saying a word. She thought of what had gone on that day, what had happened the previous days, and even thought of things that had happened years ago. The sun began to set, and the sky turrned lovely shades of pinks, blues, purples and yellows, but that beauty was hidden from the inside of Mirkwood. Mirkwood was a dark, gloomy forest. The beauty of a sunrise, or a sunset was hidden from it's ground. Spiders, large ones, lurked in it's shadows.

Mirkwood, from the ourside looked lovely. But it's appearance was decieving. Inside, it was dark and even depressing. And yet, it had it's wonders. Araethir was amazed at the beatuy Mirkwood could still have, despite the darkness surrounding it. At times, a small ray of sunlight would pierce through the trees, and almost seemed to light up everything around it. It would be, in that moment, when things would come alive, The trees would turn to their normal green color, instead of appearing black. But when the sunlight dissapeared, the forest would turn into the shadow that it was.



Whew!

 

[Kookaburra]

Nyeena stood very still; for a moment Thranduil's eagerness hung by a thread. Higher kindred than even Glorfindel, she was both Vanyar, Maiar and Teleri. She was as old as Thranduil, older than Elrond. She had walked with the Maiar in Valinor, spoken with Earendell in Gondolin. She had seen the halls of Nargothrond and stood by Melian the Maia in Doriath before they fell. Nyeena-Tuilendo remembered the time when Feanor's sons had come to Middle Earth and kept Melkor chained in Mordor. She had looked upon the desolate land, and seen Luthien Tinuviel from afar.

At last, she stirred. As if waking from a deep sleep. Her eyes burned as they lay upon the King of Mirkwood.

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"'Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;
There shall counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be shown a token
That Doom is near at hand,
For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand.'

"The Ring has awoken, Thranduil. Aragorn leaves Imladris soon, to aid the destruction of the One Ring. He rides forth in a show of defiance, that good has not wholly forsaken Middle-earth. And he has taken up the shards of Narsil to be reforged. A counsil will be held in but a week . . . they send for you, or your son." Nyeena stood awaiting his decision.

Thranduil looked on the elf maiden and thought . . . he remembered when they had come to middle-earth . . . they had claimed to be sent by the powers of the West, but in reality they came in greed, to retake the Silmarils. Nyeena had been held in high regard until she left, having aided the creation of the stones. She had left the West, however, and returned to Middle-earth, from her love for the land. She had always wandered, singing and trying to heal the hurt Feanor's sons wrought.

"You will go to Rivendell?"

"I shall . . . . " she said, and a flicker of something was seen on her hand. Like . . . a ring.

 

[paulewog]

Name: Elómë Nindelúvë
Age: 3017
Gender: M
Mount: Fánárë (White Light)
Race: Wood Elf
Association: Elves, trusts men if he thinks them trustworthy
Appearance: A tall elf, very slender, with straight, long blonde hair and blue eyes. Almost always wears a long cloak with hood drawn, and is generally quiet and reserved among all but his good friends.
Weapons: Bow/arrow, longsword.
Skill: Has a lot of endurance and speed, and extremely good accuracy.

Short bio:[Elómë Nindelúvë was raised in the forests of Mirkwood. From a young age he took a liking to bows and swords, which has developed to mastery in those arts. After his parents decided go to the Grey Havens and sail away, he has wandered Middle Earth, and is known sometimes as the Cloaked Traveler. He gives aide, generally in the form of battling orcs.

 

[CJF]

Okey doke. I'm dropping Calen, and brining in another character.


NAME: Morelda Polod(Polod meaning "Authority, power, might.")
AGE:?
GENDER: Female
RACE: White Elf
DESCRIPTION:http://www.barrowdowns.com/images/readerart/vegh-arwen2.jpg
PERSONALITY: Not outgoing at all. Would preffer to be unnoticed. Is extremely independent, and doesn't mind being alone. Has always been that way. She's a White Elf, but conceals her rank.
WEAPONS: Bow and arrows, a long silver sword
ABILITIES: The regular abilities an elf has. She's a healing elf.
HISTORY: Morelda never knew her father. He was killed before she was born. Years after Morelda was born, her mother died of grief over her husband. Morelda felt her mother had abandoned her, and despite her rank as a White Elf, Morelda set out on her own. She dresses in greens, browns and grey's and is almost never noticed. Little does she know, of the elf that will see the beautiful elf that she is.

NAME: Haldir of Lorien
AGE:?
GENDER: Male
RACE: Elf
DESCRIPTION:http://www.ninecompanions.net/gallery_pics/haldir/fotr_haldir_lorien_6.jpg
PERSONALITY: Friendly, and helpfull to his fellow elf kin. Rough around the edges when it comes to humans, dwarves and hobbits.
WEAPONS: Bow and arrows, sword
ABILITIES: The regular abilities of an elf.
HISTORY: Haldir was born in Lothlorien, and was chosen to be a protector of the borders of Lothlorien. He's excellent when it comes to battle. Haldir is unaware that he will join the Fellowship on their quest, when they pass through Lothlorien.

 

[EspressoDuck]

Celandine packed up her things and left the inn, wary of the surrounding trees, which seemed to dark and foreboding come nightfall.

WB! ARGH

 

[Kookaburra]

Nyeena crept between the trees, her cloak veiling her from even the sharpest of eyes. For a moment, she paused and looked back towards the elven home of Mirkwood. "Namaarie!" she murmured. "Legolas uuva hilya rato." Farewell, Legolas will follow soon.

Then, she sprang up on Silme's back, without aid of stirrups or saddle. Indeed, Silme wore none of those things. She sported only a simple halter of twisted golden fibers, and it was not needed. Such friendship between one of the Mearas and the elf was there that Nyeena needed neither reins nor halter to guide her faithful steed, only a spoken word of a touch on the shoulder.

Silme wheeled and for one moment, Nyeena was in full view of the last haven of the dark elves. For that brief period, she said farewell to Mirkwood. She would not come there again.

Then the pale streak of gray was blending through the trees, and Nyeena took the path hard ridden of old by the elves. Rather than take the Western Pass, she braved the fierce storms of the peaks and rode through the night, lightning striking stunted trees all around. Come morning, she was an hour from the Ford of Rivendell when she came on the party of orcs. Wearied and hurrying to get out of the sun, they lost more than five before their antagonist vanished into the trees.

Surprised that orcs had ventured so close to Rivendell, she felt a chill when she came across the distinctive prints of a Nazgul's horse. Six of them. They had met, split up, then had ridden towards Rivendell. At the Ford, she found evidence of their destruction, and although pleased, she felt the rising tension. The danger was closer than she thought. She halted and looked around as she crested the hill and looked down on the last friendly house.

"Ta uuye almie ana ye ata-Imladris." It is good to be back at Rivendell. She rode slowly down towards the dwellings, spotting her own. "Voronda."

 

[CJF]

The dark trees of Mirkwood moaned in the wind, as a sleek figure made it's way through the forest. She didn't stop. Unseen and hidden beneath the darkness of Mirkwood, Morelda Polod crept silently through the forest, weaving her way around brush and trees. She knew she was being followed. Her keen senses told her, many of them were close. Her fear of these things were small, but they were dangerous. She had lost her horse to them, and now continued on foot. Their hunger, and desire for flesh made them leathel. Although the large spiders of Mirkwood were rarely seen, the forest was covered with them. Gigantic eight-legged bodys, with a head the size of an orc. Their fangs dripps with poison, waiting to sink their teeth into the flesh of a weaker enamy.

Morelda knew the forest of Mirkwood well, and was easily outrunning them. Soon, she would be safe within the walls of the palace of King Thranduil. She did not know why her heart had longed so to return to this place, but for whatever reason it was, she was obviously needed. Morelda's closest friend, or one of the only elves she trusted, lived there. Araethir had always shown her kindness and loyalty. Once, Araethir had saved her life, and Morelda had been close to her ever since. Morelda had only recently learned of Araethir's betrothal to Legolas. She knew that Araethir had always desired to marry for love. And now she was being forced to marry a man she did not love. At this, Morelda was angered. She would do all that she could to help her friend out of her betrothal to Legolas.

Araethir looked out her window. She was not living inside the walls of the palace, being treated like royalty. Is all this to help give them courage? They are hiding something from me. And this is to help make up for it. She thought. For days, she'd been treated as royalty. Not that she didn't appreciate the kindness she wa sbeing shown, but there was something hidden behind their eyes. Even Legolas would not tell her the truth. Infact, he had slightly distanced himself from her. He would nod his head, or greet her, but wouldn't make the time to talk to her. The pain inside of her heart was growing. She felt betrayed, decieved and abbandoned. Had her heart fooled her? Was Legolas really in love with her? It had seemed that way a few days ago, but now she felt nothing. He was more important to her, than her very life, but was she that important to him?

Araethir wasn't excpecting the tears that came. She had tried to ignore her feelings, but the pain was to great. Tears poured from her eyes. The pain growing, and growing. She had never felt more alone.

At that moment, Legolas walked into the room. Seeing her troubled, he became concerned.
"Are you alright?" he asked, walking over to the window.
As he put his arm around her, all doubt flew out of her mind. She knew, without a doubt that this was right. Nodding, she said "I'm fine."

"No you're not." He said pulling her close. "Over the past few days I've noticed that something has been bothering you."
Another unnwanted river of tears rolled down her face. Legolas let her cry on his shoulder. Araethir didn't want to hurt Legolas by telling him her feelings. And at the same time, she didn't want to hurt herself by not telling him. She looked up into his ocean blue eyes, and she spoke.

"I've been feeling a little...unwanted I guess. You've all given me what I don't deserve, and I feel as if you're obligated to treat me this way."
"Araethir, we don't feel obligated to treat you with the respect you deserve. I mean that in the best way. You deserve all that we can give, and more."

Legolas stroked the remains of her tears away with his hand. Leaning down, he gently kissed her cheek. "I love you." he whispered. He then leaned back a little, but kissed her on the mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she returned his embrace. They were in love. It was obvious.

Morelda saw the walls. She was there. The gates were opened, and she was led inside. The minute her foot stepped inside of the palace, she imediatly felt insecure. She turrned her head to the right, in time to see Legolas and Araethir walking hand in hand down the staircase. Araethir looked up and smiled. She quickened her pace.
"Morelda!" she said, greeting her friend happily. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to see you. I wanted to congradulate you." Morelda said, smiling. Half of the smile was fake. She wasn't happy about Araethir getting married. But she would support her in whatever choice she made. Araethir and Morelda walked outside, and around the palace.

"Something troubles you Morleda Polod." Araethir said facing her. "You don't like the idea of my marrying Legolas."
"No I don't. You always vowed to only marry for love. And you actually accepting this. I don't understand." Morelda said. She wasn't angry with Araethir, only upset.

"That's just it. I do love Legolas. It was meant to be. I never thought I would find love, being betrothed to the Prince of Mirkwood, but I have."
Morelda smiled slightly. "As long as your happy, I guess it's all that counts."
"Morelda, why do you stay away so long?"

"Because I don't like Mirkwood much. I like the elves that live in it's enhabbitants, but not the forest. No offense."
"No offense taken. But when you're born in a place like this it's hard not to like it."

Morelda and Araethir talked for hours. Araethir invited Morelda to stay, and Morelda reluctantly agreed. Morelda watched Araethir and Legolas, and soon came to the decision that they were ight for eachother. She had to smile at them when they had their moments. Araethir would say something to purposely get him riled. Legolas would then grab her by the arms, and act as if she were the enamy. She would scream and laugh, and try to get out of his grasp, but he obviously wouldn't let her. They would end up snuggling with eachother. Legolas would have his arms around her, and she would be leaning on on his cheast.

As Morelda sat at her window, she silently thought of her future. Did some handsome elf lay in wait for her? No. She thought. Nothing like that lies in my future. Deep inside, hidden within the deepest corners of her heart, she hoped that there would be someone. She shook her head. What am I thinking? I've always been alone, and I preffer it to be that way. I don't need anyone to love me. Though some do... she decided not to think of it. Morelda was unaware of the childhood friend that would change her life.

 

[Kookaburra]

Darrions, are you going to bring Legolas to Rivendell? I am hoping we can actually get to the fellowship, so we can get to Lothlorien for the other characters.

~ﺄﺅﺆﺇﺈﺉﺊﺋﺌ~ﺱﺲﺳﺴﺵﺶﺷﺸ~

Duath stared across the pelantir at Saruman, his tawney eyes dark and fathomless. After a few moments of extending his bony fingers over the pelantir, Saruman seemed to smile to himself. A red glow was seen, then a revolving eye condensed, then expanded into view, consuming all three of the minds present. Duath held still, allowing the Eye to rest on him with its burning touch. "Yes master?" he asked, his eyes half closed, in a trance.

The tall Uruk-hai and Saruman seemed to waver, then vanish. The room did not exist. He was held before the eye, pinned there. The evil did him no harm, rather strengthened him. Without words, it communicated to him. Nazgul leave Borad-dur . . . hobbits . . . the One Ring must be returned. Imladris -- at this, the eye seemed to be shadowed with a passing cloud, but it vanished. -- Ring is there. TAKE IT!

Duath shuddered, and snapped back to reality. The torches in the chamber were darkened, Saruman stood back, as if shielding himself. The Uruk-hai cowered away, unable to escape scrutiny.

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The clear note of the bell sounded in the air. Tuilendo turned Silme and looked back along her trail. Suddenly, she spotted a gleam of white amid the straight birch-trunks, and she recognized her kinsman, Glorfindel (we are following the books, right?), racing towards her, a bundle on his horse in front of him. Suddenly worried, she spurred Silme into a run. Despite Nyeena's exhaustion, the horse sprang forward with renewed strength towards the terraced archways and detailed metalwork of her home. Dismounting in a flurry, she ran towards the path in time to see Glorfindel drop from his own horse and carefully pick up the burden. He jerked his head back towards the Ford. "Get the others," he said in common tongue.

Remounting, Nyeena returned to the Ford, to find Sam standing there with Merry and Pippen clustered around him, having contrived to cross the rushing current. Aragorn was striding up the path quickly. She nodded politely to Isildur's heir and smiled at Sam. "Your friend is well, I think. Elrond is with him now. Follow us back to Rivendell."

Sam stared at her, open-mouthed. "Another elf!" he cried, excited. "Are you -- ?"

"I am Nyeena-Tuilendo, of high elven kindred. A cousin of Glorfindel. Do follow."

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The bird struggled in the harsh grasp of the Uruk-hai, its wings waving wildly, sending its captors sprawling. Accidentally released, the eagle took to the air, swiftly getting out of range of the crude arrows the orcs fired. Screeching its warcry to the four winds, it shot off into the east, flying over the Western Pass towards Rivendell. Karandir pirouetted gracefully into the trees, catching a couple of unwary orcs. Soon, they were stretched on the ground, blood flowing freely into the tainted stream.

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Sunlight filtered through the birch leaves, mottling the pale, upturned face. The girl had both tremendous physical strength and a beauty from beyond the western seas. She sat by the tiny brook, her face downcast as she held the delicate aster flower in her fingers. A shadow fell across her face, and she looked up sadly. Her blue-violet eyes widened when she saw the darkness on the other side of the valley. It hung there for a moment, and Nyeena sensed six seperate entities gazing upon the enchanted valley. Then a strong breeze came from the east and blew them away. She sensed that the Nazgul would return. She looked down at her hands again, and at the gold band set with a clouded stone on her finger. The aster she held was withered, crushed. As her fingertip brushed it, it seemed to tremble, then its head turned up and its petals unfurled. The creases vanished and it became beautiful once more in her hand. She threw it away into the grass, and it rooted, throwing a pale light on the grass blades beneath. Casting the remaining flowers away one at a time, Nyeena stood, brushing her skirts. She stood still for a moment, looking at the brooding hills, then she looked into Frodo's sickroom. A slight transparancy about his shoulder was all that evidenced his encounter with the Morgul-blade. She smiled, knowing that the next day he would awake, and the council would be held.

She sighed then, and ran her fingers through her golden hair, seeing the movement of riders in the hills. Borimir and his people, then. And a swift blaze of white evidencing Gandalf. Several high-ranking elves from the havens. Galadriel would not come, or Celeborn. The passes were closed to them. The passes they would somehow have to get through.

Nyeena carefully kept her mind from the darkness under Caradhras. In the Mines of Moria lurked evil such as Sauron hardly showed. A single elf, or two might get through. But nine?

 

[CJF]

Here it is. My sad post. *Sniff* Get ready for a sad sad post.

Legolas nodded. The time had come. Legolas walked up the stairs leading to Araethir's room. He opened the door. She smiled her greetings. He smiled slightly.
"Are you okay?" she asked, noticing the clouded look on Legolas' face. He took her hand and led her down the stairs and outside. Four of his elves were ready to ride. He looked at Calenlanthir a grieved look on his face.

Araethir looked from the elves to Legolas.
"What? Is everything okay?"
Legolas sighed. "I have recieved a summons from Lord Elrond of Rivendell. I must leave at once." Legolas said.
"I'm going with you." Araethir said.
"No. You must stay here. They need you here."
"Legolas, I'm going with you." Araethir said, certain of her choice.
"I wish you could my love, but you can't. You must stay here among our people."
"But you're going to Rivendell. I fear I'll never see you again."
Legolas smiled, and pulled her close. "What makes you say that?"
"If Elrond has summoned you, who knows what he may ask of you?"
Legolas pulled back a little, as a tear rolled down Araethir's cheek.
"Please take me with you." Araethir whispered.
Legolas pressed his lips against her for a brief moment.
"I promise, Araethir, I will return to you. I love you."
And with that, he mounted his horse, and took off into Mirkwood. He stopped, and turrned around, smiling slighty. He kicked his horse and was on his way to Rivendell.

Araethir walked into the palace, and back to her room. Her thoughts wondered. She lay on her bed, and cried herself to sleep.

Legolas, his brother Cundu, and three of Thranduil's council members rode to Rivendell. It took two full days and a nights ride to get to Rivendell. When they arrived, Legolas dismounted his horse, and looked around. Rivendell was lovely. Legolas was almost taken aback by the sight of it.



There. I will have another post soon.

 

[paulewog]

Elómë stopped walking. Far off in the distance he heard a horse galloping. He crept near the rode and waited. Presently, a horse and rider, a female elf, dashed by. Elómë watched in silence, then ran swiftly back to his own horse. Lightly he lept onto Fánárë's back, whispered something to him, and together they too galloped down the road, following the rider.

Much later, Elómë arrived in Rivendell. Wondering what the cause of the elf woman's ride to Rivendell was. Crossing the ford, he was surprised to see evidence of many horses having trodden nearby, and recently...

 

[CJF]

Morelda walked into Araethi'r room. Araethir was hurrying around. She wore a dark brown dress, with a green cloak.
"What are you doing?" Morelda asked.
"I'm leaving. I have to, or I'm going to go insaine. I invite you along." Araethir knew Morelda would not refuse.
"I will go with you." Morelda said.

Within moments Araethir and Morelda had ridden out of the palace walls, and were on their way to Rivendell.

 

[Kookaburra]

The bellnotes hung on the crisp morning air, and Nyëna half-turned towards it, expectantly. As it the bell had something to tell her. Arrested mid-flight towards the council, her eyes narrowed. Legolas and his kind had arrived, then. It was hard to mistake the young elf-lad. Knowing he was engaged to be married, she frowned. Where was Araethir? It was unlike her to stay back. In all honesty, she was extremely bold for a young elf-maid.

Nyëna subdued a laugh. Compared to Araethir, she was ancient! But then, elves are not prone to age, and Nyëna was no different. She took her seat in the council, as the elves, humans and dwarves conversed among themselves. Then came the moment. Frodo held up the Ring, his hand trembling.

A darkness descended on the council. They bickered and fought, not heeding Nyëna. She stared fixedly at the ring, her mind focused on it. She spoke not a word, but her eyes narrowed suddenly as she heard the whispers in her mind . . . the whispers of evil.

Ash nazg durbatulûk
ash nazg gimbatul
ash nazg thrakatulûk
agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.

She stirred as if from a deep trance, and then her voice rose above the confusion. It burned the heart like a white-hot lathe, and laid bare their folly, their subconscious submission to the Ring's will.

"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."

She leapt from her seat and paced towards Frodo, speaking in the common tongue. "You have been deceived, controlled! Even as we plot the end of the Ring, it rules you and you fight each other instead of Sauron!" Her voice shook with controlled anger as she looked each council member in the eyes, gauging their strength and weakness. "Do not let it destroy us. Fight together, or fight not at all -- the outcome would be the same." She returned to her seat in the silence that followed.

 

[paulewog]

Elómë sat all but motionless while others were speaking, but his eyes darted swiftly around the Council. Glancing around him, only moving his head slightly, he gazed momentarily at each council member, looking into their eyes...

Then he looked at his surroundings; the majestic, age-old mallorn trees mingled with many other trees, from green to gold, and no noise like that of a city; Elómë felt as though he were out in the forest, not in a council...

His attention snapped back to the matter at hand when all the council began bickering and shouting. Above the noise he heard Nyëna's voice. Still moving ever so slightly, he nodded in silent agreement. Then he stood, letting his hood fall from his head and his cloak fall open.

As the voices began to grow lower, attention turned to Elómë, who stood silently. When all was silent, he spoke.

"I do not profess to be wise, as Lord Elrond is, and I have but lived half his years; but I know of the history of the One Ring, and I know of it's treachery. From it's beginning it was wrought to do evil, and from it's beginning it has done naught but evil, and it will continue to work evil no matter who uses it. From evil it came, and evil it is, and naught but evil can it do."

Elómë sat down and drew his cloak about him, raising his hood once more.