Her senses were heightened for any misgivings and the slightest rustle of the dusty, lace tablecloth echoing through the room sent shivers down Her spine. There was a faint musty smell, mostly from the molding walls, and decaying fabric, and the layers of dust accumulated over years of neglect. This place, of old, was so sad. She thought of how the people might have lived here, drinking the sweet mountain water and having fresh venison with apples and mountain berries every night; watching the sunset turn into a twinkling night sky while the fire crackles down to a dying ember. So sad.
She couldn't remember if it was the noise the wind made running through the building, or if it was the slight crack it the door that made Her enter the ruins. But there was some calling, deep within Her soul telling Her to enter. It was as if there was some part of Her that was a part of this place; as if She had roots here.
"What a perfect place to hide from the world." She thought to herself. "What a perfect place to hold a new generation of our kind."
Because that is what that place was; She knew. Deep within Her, She knew that their people must have been there. The scent of the sweet mountain air reminded Her of a home. In the recesses of Her mind She could imagine the people of old living and breathing. But that also prompted the question, "Why did they leave?"
Over the next few weeks, She went on many reconnaissance missions to the ruins. There, in the ancient library, She discovered that the name of this "haven" was named Rivendell. And it was used as a haven for Her people in the days of old, to protect them during the dark times when Sauron threatened to rule the world in shadow. She learned that there was a period of time where a ring and a hobbit held the fate of the world. She learned that in this time good and evil, right and wrong was balancing on the edge of a blade and just the slightest altercation could change the course of the future. She read about battles and peace; she read inventory tables and notes from meetings. She read that the reason they left was because their time was over, or so they thought. She read anything that could help Her determine if this place was capable of holding a new age of elves. What She came across, was the perfect place. It had always been their home; always would be their home.
The next couple months came and went. She started to move Her people into their new home. The women cleaned and cooked and the men hunted, preparing the stores for winter. The more work that was put into that place, the more they could all see the former glory and importance this place held. The spider webs were collected, and leaves were swept. The dust took days to sweep off, but they managed. They managed because they had to manage. This was their last redeeming moment to make a life worth living. Under Her watchful gaze they continued.