As soon as Celesil was out of sight, Nolër turned around and quickly stepped into the portico - the same one Elrond Half-Elven called his council of Dwarves, Elves, Men, Istari, and Hobbits. Nolër had summoned the others Elves there for another important discussion.

"My friends, I have brought you together to make a decision. A rumor has been spread of the few remaining Ethir Elves regrouping on the outskirts of Mirkwood, taking over the stagnating civilization left by the Sylvan Elves. I have heard that they are planning to attack small villages in order to gain what provisions, weapons, and equipment they need."

"This is, like you said, a rumor," said one Elf, Galelas.

"And how could this realm be attacked if it was blessed by Vilya, Ring of Air?" another Elf continued her brother's sentence.

"Those Rings of Power have left this world when the One Ring was destroyed twenty years ago," Nolër reminded the two. "While they were here, these lands were protected. Now they are gone, and the power is no more."

The crowd was silenced. But then Anolindë, wife of Legorfin, spoke up. "Rumors such as these have been passed around ever since the ending of the War of the Ring, and not one was proven true. This must be some misunderstanding."

"Perhaps..." piped a younger Elf. "Yes, perhaps a small colony of Elves was settling on the outskirts. There must be some explanation."

Nolër, the eldest and wisest of all, then spoke. "All of you may assume some possible explanations for the cause of the rumor. But it would not hurt to atleast be prepared."

The Elves didn't see anything wrong with that. They simply shrugged their shoulders or slightly raised their eyebrows in consent.

"Then," the Wise One said, "Everyone should pack provisions and keep ready enough horses to carry all in case of an attack...Especially for Celesil. She is the King's daughter, do not forget, and her safety should be our priority." Nolër chuckled to himself at his next thought: '...though she may not act like it at all sometimes.'

The group dispersed, each floating to their own room or garden. The conversation, it seemed, did not effect their usual ethereal ways, as councils had been called before to discuss rumors, and none had been true in least bit.