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As the Fellowship battled on towards Mordor, war raged around Middle-Earth. Goblins swarmed from Moria into Dwarven lands. Orcs poured from the Black Gate of Mordor, plundering towns and villages in Rohan and Gondor. Uruk-hai lay siege on Rohan, from Saruman's tower in Isengard. The goblins, orcs and trolls of the Misty Mountains attacked the Elves of Lorien, Mirkwood and Rivendell.
Elrond, lord of the Rivendell elves called his council to meet to decide upon what to do about this terrible situation. The wisest leaders of the Elves, Dwarves and a messenger of the Rohirrim met in Rivendell.
"We have called this council to find the best possible way of destroying the forces of Salron, and to help the Fellowship of the Ring purge Salron from our lands," began Elrond. "Does anyone have news of their progress?"
"They passed through our forests, not two weeks ago," answered Celeborn, leader of the Lorien elves. "Gandalf has fallen, the man Aragorn leads the party forward now," he continued solemnly.
"An army of about ten thousand Uruks marches on Helm's Deep, in the stronghold we have around 300 hundred able-bodied men prepared for battle," said a messenger of Rohan, panic etched on his weary face. "They will be slaughtered within days."
"I shall take my archers and assist your troubled people!" yelled Haldir.
"Thank you, thank you my lord," cried the messenger falling to his knees in front of the defender of Lorien.
"Lord Elrond, may I inform you that the trees of Mirkwood fall as we speak, and goblins and orcs infest our woods," said Thranduil, king of the Grey Elves, sounding concerned.
"You should send out scouting patrols and try to locate the place where they attack from, I shall assist you," said a golden-haired elf-lord by the name of Glorfindel.
"My people thank you, Glorfindel," replied Legolas' father.
"I sense an attack is coming to your realm within days, you must leave now and help defend your city, King Thranduil." Added Celeborn urgently.
I will, Celeborn," said Thranduil, nodding and turning with Glorfindel to leave the council.
"Are there any issues that need discussed before we leave tonight. Or are we all alright to defend our own lands with no help now," said Elrond. No one spoke or moved. "The Council of Elrond is now dismissed."