It was cold in the North, but then again it was always cold here in the North. The Rangers had long since left this part of the world, something for which I was grateful. The last thing I needed was to run into any of the Rangers, because he would be with them and he was someone I wanted to avoid at all costs. Thankfully up to now I had been able to interact with the Rangers while he had been somewhere else doing Valar knows what. Never once had the Rangers spoken of me to him, for which I was grateful. I had no doubt that my luck would eventually run out so I had begun to distance myself from them, and it had been many years since I had been near the Rangers. I was always making sure that I was far behind them or far away from where they were camped. The Rangers avoided the North now, due to the fact that they had gotten far too much notice from the people around here. I was settling into a good spot to bed down for the night when a familiar voice broke into my thoughts
It is time, Elseath. You must go to Rivendell. If I had not been so used to the voice I would have jumped out of my skin at the suddenness of it.
Why do you send me there? Of all places? I could not help but ask.
The time has come for you to accept your destiny, to stop running from your lineage. Lord Elrond has called a council of all the races of Middle-earth. You must be there. It is there that your journey will truly begin. She said. I let out a sigh. I knew better than to defy her in this, mostly because she would badger me until I agreed to her request. I had learned that she was exceptionally good at creating an ache in ones head when she felt she was being ignored.
My Lady, that is nearly a four month journey. When does this Council of Races meet? My question was my last hope to avoid going to Rivendell. It was a three month journey through the harsh, cold lands of the North, and then down into the lowlands. Then through the mountains to Rivendell. Though it was now July it was still snowy and frozen here in the North, as though winter had not yet left. The weather would slow my progress in getting to Rivendell on time.
It meets in three months time, near the end of October. If you make all haste then you will arrive with a day to spare. I snapped out a curse and immediately began packing my things back up. While it may have been cold here in the North, I was not affected by the cold, thanks to the blood of my mother. Nevertheless I shrugged back into my vest and cloak before pulling the hood up so that it covered my face and hair. I pulled the cloth mask over the lower part of my face and stomped out the fire I had started. I knew better than to question the things that the Lady Galadriel has seen. If she saw me attending this meeting then it was in my best interest to be there for it. I checked my weapons and began the long trek to the Last Homely House.