Many creatures of Middle-Earth were sat in Elrond's council circle. Elrond sat in his chair, though he was not taking the council. Alexis was stood a few feet in front of him, making a speech about Arual's disappearance. Legolas was sat among the circle, his forehead in his hand.

"Arual must be saved. She is too young to be caught up in any business with Mordor. This is nobody's fault but the kidnapper, and he needs to be slain and Arual saved," said Arual.

Many elves nodded in agreement.

"Arual is young; naïve-"

"She's older than me," a gruff mutter piped up.

Legolas leapt out of his seat, and stood before the three dwarves. His face was narrowed, his eyes squinted. His clenched fists were shaking.

"Which of you spoke?"

A pause. Alexis moved beside Legolas, ready should he be needed.

The middle dwarf stepped forwards.

"You speak unwisely, dwarf. You know elves are immortal, and therefore you should know Arual is the equivalent of a child. She has many flaws, and those should be accepted. My love for her should abash you with your greediness-"

Alexis put a hand on the dwarf's chest as he moved forwards.

"Legolas-"

"She isn't perfect!"

"Legolas!" Aleixs warned. He muttered, "Settle down."

Legolas turned, hiding his eyes in the heel of his hand, breathing heavily. Alexis lead him back to his seat.

"A group must be formed; a fellowship; both strong and small. Young Arual must be saved before any war is considered. For those of Mordor to want to hold her ransom, they mean business. Elrond received a letter this morning. They are demanding-" Alexis faltered.

Legolas snaked his head forward. Alexis coughed, and proceeded.

"They are demanding we hand over five thousand of our own elves for her safe return."

Uproar erupted. Many were furious for the safety of their own people; yet concerned for the young elf some knew of, many had met.

Alexis waited for silence, which took a while. He proceeded, irritated.

"We must decide who will stay in Rivendell, and who will follow Arual," he paused; his adam's apple bobbed.

Someone cleared their throat, and the possessor of the voice stood. He was of the race of men; his small face was weather-beaten, and his small blue eyes gave him a boyish look. His muscles bloated, his soft curled, blonde hair; untamed and short, hung in his eyes.

"I will aid the fellowship in finding the girl," he said simply.

Alexis' face broke into a smile. He strode over to the man and embraced him with one arm.

"Titan son of Titanium; I thank you," he said sincerely.

Wondering back into the centre; Titan still standing, Alexis observed the others in the circle. Legolas lifted his arm in a gesture of recognition.

"Legolas," muttered Alexis.

"Not only is Arual's life in peril, all races are," Titan had piped up. His eyes flicked over to the representatives of each race as he spoke their name; "the Elves, Dwarves, Wizards and Men."

Gandalf The White stood. He was known as wisest of magic.

"I will remain in Rivendell to aid Lord Elrond. Though my good friend, Quipton, shall be one of the fellowship."

A wizard stood next to him; his grey beard reaching past his waist. His staff was nowhere to be seen.

Alexis nodded. "Therefore I shall also be one of the fellowship. Farin shall also join us."

The centre Dwarf looked up, his eyes wide, though he said nothing.

"The fellowship is formed. We shall depart tomorrow at dawn. I suggest you each get plenty of rest."