The sun's light flickered away in the lands of Valinor, the night's succession taking over. Stars begin to appear in the sky, along with the Moon, Telperion's last flower. The last of the Eagles that liked to fly high over the distant shores were seen as dark spots against the starry night sky, returning to the very peak of Taniquetil. Not only was Taniquetil the location of Manwë's dwelling, but also that of Ingwë's, High King of all Elves. He dwelled beneath the Halls of Manwë, with the Vanyar, the people of Ingwë himself. Upon his throne he sat, silent as the room about him. His chambers were empty, which wasn't an odd sight at these times, he had asked for this to be so. But why? Usually, the High King always had company, having enjoyed the company of others. But in his mind, he felt something was amiss.. Something… was not right, no, not right at all… what could it be-
"My Lord?"
The voice of a rather charming, gentle-faced Elven maiden pierced through the overwhelming silence like the first distinct songbird's melody at dawn. She was a beautiful sight, and couldn't pass for anything but absolutely stunning. Her eyebrows slender, her jaw set strong, her eyes a soft green, and her hair long and brown, the Elf was truly an amazing sight to look upon. Her face was finely shaped, as if she had been manipulated by the Valar into the perfect image of a true walking beauty, that only the fairest and highest ranking of all Elves could even think about wedding. After all, she was Ingwë's spouse.
The King's head raised from the palm of his hand, dark eyes penetrating through the dim-lighted room to look upon the beauty that was his wife. "Elenthial. I asked to be left alone at peace."
Elenthial just walked forward, smiling brightly at the sound of her husband's stubborn voice. In her hands, she carried a golden goblet, filled with red wine. The clothes she wore seemed to fit her every curve and inch of her body perfectly. She wore a long, flowing, silver silken dress, that seemed to glitter each time a light was casted upon it. Her hair was pulled back behind her shoulders to reveal all of her face, and upon her head she wore a beautiful silver tiara, with gems engraved along the sides.
"I only bring you something to help draw the worries from your mind." She kneeled before the King as she said this, the goblet outstretched toward Ingwë.
He couldn't help but smile at his spouse's ability to calm him. But he still did not make it apparent in his voice that he was happy about the situation. "What makes you believe I am troubled, my dear?" His long, slender hand reached forward and wrapped around the goblet, taking it gently and raising the edge to his mouth.
Elenthial raised, smiling as she cupped her hands at her front, watching her husband. "You cannot conceal it, my love. Too long have you sat in here alone with your troubles, and yet you dare not speak of any of them to us. We are clueless. Why is this…?" Her hand reached up, the back of it softly stroking down Ingwë's cheek as he pulled the goblet away from his mouth.
"..It is nothing. Nothing but a care given to a preposterous thought of myself." Leaning into her touch, he sighed as he closed his eyes.
The Elven Queen just continued to smile, letting her hand slowly pull from his face. "It is useless to try to keep it inside of you. Let us hear of your feelings. If something troubles you so much, it must be important. It couldn't be as non-important as you like to believe."
The King's eyes snapped open, looking over at Elenthial sharply. "You persuade me so, and I cannot help but to abide." He sighed. "Fine. So be it. Call the elders in."
Ingwë watched as his wife exited the gates of the Hall, and within a few minutes only, the once quiet, silent hall was filled with a least a hundred Elven figures. All of them were dressed in either silver or golden robes, marking the higher and lower ranks of debating. In the back, the High King could barely make out the form of his spouse. But he knew she was there. She wanted to hear of this just as badly as any one of the Elves in his company.
The elders were all talking at once it seemed, a never ending mob of conversation.
But they were all silenced the moment their King rose, his silver and green clothes clinging to every visible muscle along his front and sides. It made him look all the more intimidating.
"Elders of the Vanyar." His arms spread wide as he addressed the crowd, and all eyes were on him.
"As you all know, the Dominion of Men has settled within Middle-Earth as the King of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor has taken his rightful place at the throne, and Sauron casted down from his fortress of Barad-dûr by the destruction of his own tool. Peace issues as they know, and they live their lives now oblivious to what is the truth."
The Elves looked puzzled, whispering among one another of what the King was saying, questioning his speech. But they were once again silent as he continued.
"The truth being of an ancient evil that was locked away from Arda, the truth of a vision given to me recently that has left you all confused. The gift of foresight I bear, and I alone have been selected to receive this vision. My friends, Middle-Earth must be warned! The Last Battle approaches and they have not the strength alone to deal with this evil!"