#27 Connecting The Dots
Seated quietly amongst the messengers from many lands and many races Legolas marvels at the peace and tranquillity surrounding the last homely house as the council gets underway.
Listening with half his mind he barely registers the dwarves as they tell of their worry over the fate of their king, Balin of whom apparently there has been no news since he led a group of their peers to Moria intent upon it's re-colonisation. He has no time for dwarves and their greed for precious metals and gems. His thoughts are still elsewhere when Gloin goes on to tell of an offer from Mordor to exchange an alliance for news of a certain Hobbit and it is only at the mention of rings of power that his attention is abruptly captured and held when Master Elrond outlines the origins of the rings of power, forged so long ago, and the one ring. Sauron's own ring. Forged to have control over all the others.
Sadness wells within his breast as he recalls the great tapestry in his father's study depicting the grandfather he never knew. Lost in battle before his birth during the last great alliance of elves and men to rid the world of Sauron's evil which ultimately failed due to Isildur's weakness.
His eyes narrow in distrust as a powerful looking warrior then stands to tell the council of his home, Gondor and the rising power in Mordor that is wreaking havoc upon it. He speaks too of a dream in which he heard of a broken sword reforged, a Halfling and something called Isildur's bane.
The elf's mind races to chase an elusive memory then as Aragorn stands, revealing himself to the company as Isildur's heir and along with the Halfling, or Hobbit whom Elrond introduces as Frodo, and Mithrandir relate their parts in the tale that has led them to Imladris. His heart misses a beat when the wizard relates how he proved the ring now in Frodo's possession to be indeed, Sauron's master ring and almost stops completely at how that ring came into the halfling's possession.
It is with mounting dread that he hears that tale and of Gollum's connection until finally he can bear no more and rises to his feet, distress and sorrow overwhelming his innate wish to remain inconspicuous and unknown as the dawning horror of the woodland realms failure overtakes him.
"Alas! Alas!" he cries. "The tidings that I was sent to bring must now be told…"
A/N That last sentence belongs to Tolkien not me...
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Lord Illyren - That would have been a whole different story... *chuckles* Glad you read it right in the end. Although... maybe I could explore that story sometime ;)
