"Gandalf! Are you sure the time is now?", Elrond secretively whispered while stealthily sneaking down a long corridor. Even though it was late at night, the lord of Rivendell was now wide awake. His old friend had snatched him from his bed at this late hour, forcing him from his dream-filled slumbers.
"Yes I am sure! Why else would I spend the better part of the last two days racing to get here in time! Can't you feel it? She is unknowingly calling to us. Her power is just now beginning to blossom. Yes, I am quite sure the time is now." Gandalf informed him while stalked down the hall.
"Do you know what would happen if we timed this wrong? The whole world would be thrown into chaos, and hers too. How can we be certain?" Elrond responded, struggling to keep up with the long strides of Gandalf.
"Elrond, now is not the time to doubt. Come lets go." Gandalf replied, hurriedly pushing Elrond through the doorway they had come to.
Elrond gasped as he realized where Gandalf had guided him to. His wide eyes explored the room behind the one door he had never been able to open. Not even his strongest archers had succeeded in budging that door.
The farthest wall of the small room was filled with bookcases. The bookcases were piled high with astrology and divination scrolls.
Gandalf strolled over and rummaged through the stacks of scrolls until he found what he was looking for.
"Ahh! Here it is.", he announced. Gandalf hurriedly began skimming the paper for the information that he needed. As he came upon it, he began to mutter under his breath.
Gandalf thrust the scroll at Elrond, "You might want to familiarize yourself with this.
When Elrond began reading, his eyes grew large. "Gandalf do you realize that if the timing is not perfect, she will be destroyed? And with her goes the fate of our world?"
"Yes, I am aware of that.", he replied.
"And yet you are still so sure the time is now?" Elrond responded somewhat out of breath.
"Yes, and if we don't hurry it will be too late." Gandalf hissed, his patience almost completely at an end.
Gandalf concentrated on drawing a pentagram on the stone floor with the end of his staff. The pentagram was outlined in the glow of magic, glaring a pure white.
"If that doesn't prove that it is time then I don't know what will." Gandalf said, backing away as Elrond's eyes widened with shock.
"Don't forget that as soon as she arrives you must get her to safety." Gandalf reminded him.
"I won't Gandalf. I will keep my promise that I made to you many centuries ago, my old friend." Elrond uttered.
Gandalf turned away from him and slowly walked over to the still glowing pentagram. He stood at the farthest point and began muttering. The already blazing lines soon began to burn brighter.
Elrond had to close his eyes and throw up his hands in front of his eyes. Even then, the fiery silhouette of the pentagram was outlined in his eyelids. Then, just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, it all went dark. From the darkness he heard Gandalf's body slump to the floor, and a raspy cough.