Haldir took a step, and another. He soon arrived at where the Council was to take place. Celeborn was there, sitting in a higher seat then the rest of the Elves. Celeborn began: I would like to begin with a thank-you to all that have shown up, which, I believe, is everyone. Thank you all! Celeborn cocked an eye at Haldir, whom was burdened with a thing none there knew the feeling of. Haldir met his gaze, but did not smile. Celeborn continued: Very good. I will continue then. The reason I have called you all here, is because The Ring... has been found.

Celeborn was interrupted by many Elves whispering to each other. One Elf's voice rose amongst them all: Where has it been all this time, My Lord?

Celeborn answered the Elf: All this time, it has been in Hobbiton. Hobbiton is a small town in The Shire, land of Hobbits; Halflings; Little People; or Periain, as it is so known among us.

The Shire? Where's that?

It is on this map, but this is a map of Old. It was forgotten long ago, and that is how they have stayed so unbothered. Celeborn pulled a withered map out of his birch-bark grey robe. He set it on a table in the middle of the coucil. They all crowded around the map and looked at an area. It said in big letters: The Shire
In smaller letters it said Hobbiton.

The Elf spoke again: How did it end up in such a place?

Celeborn, again, answered: It begins when it was lost. So long ago, when it was ripped off of Isildur's very neck.
One day, two Hobbits were with eachother, by the river where it was lost. The Hobbits' names were Sméagol and Déagol. Déagol looked into the river. He saw a glimmer in the water, and dove down to get it. It was The Ring. He grabbed it and surfaced. Sméagol saw what he had, and told Déagol to give it to him because it was his birthday. Déagol said he had already given Sméagol all he could afford, and that he wanted to keep the Ring.
Sméagol murdered Déagol, and kept the Ring.
The Ring soon corrupted him, and poisoned his mind. The Ring gave to him an unnatural long life. For five-hundred years, he dwelt in the Misty Mountains with his birthday present'.
One day, the Ring abandoned Sméagol, or Gollum, as we might call him. But something happened then. Bilbo, a Hobbit, found the Ring.
He took it back to Hobbiton, and it stayed there for over fifty years. Nobody knew what it really was, and what power it bestowed. The Ring has now been passed down to Frodo, Bilbo's heir. It has now been found out, and the Dark Lord is now hunting the Hobbit.

There was silence for a long while. At length, Haldir spoke, in a hushed but hearable voice: Can it be destroyed?

Celeborn answered: Yes. It would be a perilous journey, and it is really my son-in-law's choice.

His son-in-law is, of course, Elrond, Lord of Rivendell.

And so, the Council went on. They came to a conclusion. The Ring was to be destroyed. But this, of course, was not official. As Celeborn said, it is Elronds choice.

Elwen stood in that place for a long while, and said to Merenwen after that while: I am going to take a walk.

Good. I will come.

No, Merenwen. I need to be alone...

Merenwen nodded and walked over to a rock. Elwen went the other way and retraced Haldir's steps through the land.