Rivendell,
Year 1050 Third Century,
It was a beautiful day and Lord Elrond and his lady wife, Celebrian, were sitting in their private quarters as to discuss a very private thing. The Lord of the House was holding his lady's hand, as she sat besides him on the soft light-emerald coloured coach. They were looking over reports sent by one of their diplomats - in this case, in regards to the fall of the formerly known Great Greenwood. It had fallen under so more corruption at the Enemy's hand, that it was now dubbed Mirkwood, for it was a rather murky forest nowadays. He found that most concerning that the Enemy decided to strike at the heart of the forest - even though he was supposedly long since dead. Elrond had this suspicion that the enemy wasn't yet defeated due to the failings of Isildur to destroy the One Ring as It was meant to be destroyed.
"The Great Greenwood has fallen under the darkness of Mordor, which worries me as well as King Thranduil." There were other things that worried Elrond - in regards to Mordor. It's power was growing as of late, and supposedly, the growing darkness could even be felt in Lorien. He stared at his wife, of whom stood besides him. The Lady Celebrian was considered one of the most lovely amongst the elves, with long honey-gold coloured hair, a small, yet delicate face, and bright brown-colored eyes. She also wore a gentle blue-colored toga-like dress, of which was pinned together by the symbol of House Galadriel. Her eyes flickered with warmth and intelligence, like her mother's, and she held his hand admirably. Sometimes, he just needed a minute away from the hustle and bustle of his Kingdom to spend a minute or two with his lady wife.
"Yes, but Gondor grows stronger each day. It is said that it's more than a match for Mordor's grasping power at any rate." She sounded so positive about this - but she like him, had seen the fall of the Númenóreans at the hands of Sauron. He couldn't be so sure as to trust men on that, for they were easy to be led astray by Sauron and into his grasping little fingers as it was. All he wanted was power, and he was gaining it, by torturing men and elves alike into the blasted corrupted race known as the Orcs. But besides, he was an intelligent being - Elrond had thought him dead when his mortal being was killed when Numenor fell under the sea, but no, that corrupt ring had saved him, for it held a part of his soul within it.
He shrugged, "Similar tidings have been said about Numeron before Sauron grew jealous of its power and wished to subdue it." He wanted an alliance with King Thranduil - of whom he believed was rather wild and uncontrollable man actually, despite being related to Thongol himself (through his younger brother, Elmo), but that connection was nothing of importance right now. He had a daughter, the wild youth of Esther, and the King of the Wild Elves had a son whom was in need of a wife whom would become his Queen someday no doubt, and such a marriage would forge a powerful alliance between the two nations. He needed all the allies he could possibly manage right now, even from the wild Wood Elf folk.
"And he did. I remember it, you know, one of my brother's died fighting the Black Numereon's as you know. I know how man can fall prey to evil, but not all men are evil and I do indeed have faith in the new Sea Kings of Gondor." She sounded so hopeful for humanity, unlike himself, and he should be the most hopeful one of all. For his twin brother was a human - and his line still lived, but they had been corrupted by Sauron though. He spent many nights sleepless wondering how Elros would've responded all this madness coming forth from his descendants and what came to mind wasn't exactly pleasant, to say the least.
"Hmm, regardless I think we should do something less another evil arises again and we are all alone to fight it. I don't.. particularly want to deal with the dwarves, seeing what they did to our last homeland." Those dwarves were a lot of untrustworthy folk, seeing as though they sacked Doriath, Thingol's homeland. In fact, he trusted humans far more than them, despite what they did in Numeroen for the evil purposes of Sauron.
She sighed, as she walked out the balcony before her. The air was warm, the sky was beautiful and bright today. A beautiful summerday it was indeed, and the sounds of the waterfall coming from the Misty Mountains made the mood in the air all the more pleasurable - to both of them, as he could feel ripples of pleasure coming off of his beloved wife as they stood on the simple white-coloured balcony that overlooked the vast valley. "My mother doesn't like dwarves either, so I don't blame you for thinking lesser of them." He vaguely remembered that Galadriel had indeed escaped from Doriath as the bloody Dwarves had sacked and burned the place after killing Thongol.
"But regardless, we need to make a plan on what to do in case.. he rises again." He had this innate suspicion that Sauron wasn't quite dead, and it troubled him greatly. He was more than willing to give up his two-daughters to the humans and to the wild Prince of the newly dubbed Mirkwood if it need be. As for his sons, he'd train them to fight, fight against those orcish barbarians that tried to invade his land, his family. He'd do anything if it meant keeping Rivendell from ending up like the Gondolin, the Hidden Kingdom of his father before him.
She nodded at him. "I know you are nervous, my husband, I can feel it and understand why you'd be so skittish about this. The Dark Lord rising would be the end of our sweet life here, but it could be hundreds or even thousands of years until he rises once more in his full glory, if we're lucky that is. Maybe perhaps, today and tomorrow, and as long as time provides us, we raise our children in the light and to fight the darkness, if they need to." She did make a lot of sense in that regard, and thus, he'd likely submit to her wishes.
He chuckled, hugging her before giving her a proper kiss.. She wasn't wrong - yes, their children should be raised in a place of gayness and safety, but caution was always a thing they had to be, even in such nice times, even in times of peace and plentiful, for there was always danger lurking in the shadows, unbeknownst to all. She also probably could feel the anxiety he felt through the love bond they shared, likewise he could feel her weariness of which he just wanted to kiss away to be honest. He just wanted her right now, nobody else could possibly destroy this moment with his most beloved Celebrain.