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A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates, but school life is no life. By the way, to all Chinese readers, HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!
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There they were, seated in that same impending Circle of Doom, the pedestal standing innocently in the centre of it all and Elrond at the forefront, with Earendil, Elladan and Elrohir by his side. Erestor and Glorfindel sat side by side, leaning back and conversing in soft Sindarin. Mithrandir, the official Guest of Honour at their little council, sat innocently beside them. The humans sat huddled together in a bunch towards the middle and looked pathetically short and pitiful in the face of so many elves. The council started off with the usual speech by Elrond Peredhil.
'Today we are gathered here, in the face of many dangers, to discuss the fate of the three Silmarilli, resurfaced after an Age of concealment and doubt.'
There he stopped, looking expectantly at the humans. For a moment, Ren looked back quizzically, wondering what on earth he was staring at them for, before standing and reaching for her Silmaril. She walked forward and placed the jewel in one of the three holders, which had been artistically devised in twisted silver, two of them lower than the final one and a masterpiece on its own. As the bright gem slipped from the folds of grey cloak, a bright white light was reveal to them all, causing the council chamber to be sheathed in a brilliant silver sheen. The energy of one of the jewels alone seemed to pulse through the room, and all elves looked upon it in wonder of Elder Days now lost to them. Ren returned back to her seat, sighing as if a large burden had just been removed from her back. Diana slipped up, holding her own Silmaril from the lacing devised originally for Eärendil, and let it drop onto the second, higher placed holder. The light now deepened slightly, as if it were mixing the essence of the Two Trees, Laurelin and Telperion. It made the light all the more beautiful as it threw the room into different hews and shades of silver and gold. It was hard not to stare openly at the majesty of the two together. Shu Wen strode forward, and as the last Silmaril slid into its holder with a soft "chink", the beauty and entrancing enchantment of the Elder Days of the beginning dawn of the First Age was fully unclothed to them. The light seemed to entwine amongst themselves, showing the true form of the Trees of Yvanna. The council room now had to be the brightest spot in all of Arda.
The reaction amongst those present were different in their forms. Glorfindel and Olorin looked on with smiles reminiscent of happier days, both having seen the two trees in their full glory before, whereas those not of the Eldar, such as Elrond, his sons and Erestor, all looked on, astounded. Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir sat, entranced by the jewels that had made their family suffer so throughout the days of the Second Age. Earendil just looked on sadly, remembering his wife. The humans just stared, too overwhelmed that something so perfect could be made.
For the longest time, no one spoke, no one could speak, until Ren decided that gaping at three very dangerous jewels was not going to do them any good. The human tore her eyes away from the jewels and, with her cloak, threw a cover over them. The light was suddenly shut out completely. It was as taking a spell off those in the chamber. Everyone shifted in their positions. Elrond shook his head slightly, and nodded his thanks to Ren as she sat back down. He continued from where he left off.
'These jewels are dangerous, too dangerous. We must get rid of them. What are we to do?'
No one spoke. Ren sat for a while, deep in thought. As everyone fell silent, she abruptly spoke in a soft tone.
'We must get rid of them, yes, and there is only one way I can think of doing that. We must bring them to Aman, to the Void that is Without, beyond the Circles of the World. The Elves must come together for once to rid Arda of the jewels. We must go to the Valar.'
Glorfindel let his head fall onto his fingertips as he shook his head in thought.
'How are we to do that? We are yet needed on Middle-Earth, now when Sauron is at his strongest. Amongst ourselves alone we carry much power, of the Elven Rings. Realms must be kept together, and how are we to not anger the Valar? Earendil dropping from the sky has already betrayed what they had once set for him, and it is known that Mortals, the Second Born, cannot be borne to Valinor.'
Diana shook her head as well.
'Then what is our purpose for being here? Surely we would not drop onto Arda just for the fun of it? Nor Earendil fall from the sky in coincidence? Surely we are here for a reason? This reason?'
She pointed to the covered Silmarilli with her hand. Erestor buried his head in his hand as he muttered under his breath,
'Who are we to know the plans of the Valar, or even Illuvatar?'
Suddenly, out of nowhere, and generally to the surprise of everyone around, two bright figures, one male and one female, stepped into the council room.
'We do.'
Elrond's mouth seemed to have permanently hung itself agape. Elladan and Elrohir were more or less mirror images to that. Glorfindel abruptly stood up, knocking his chair over in temporal shock and then dropping to his knees, muttering gibberish to himself as he kept his head down. Gandalf merely stood up and smiled, though he too looked shocked. Erestor stared. Just stared. Earendil suddenly decided to edge s l o w l y away from the council room, but a sharp look from the female sent his quavering. Ren looked from left to right, drew a conclusion, then threw herself down next to Glorfindel, muttering gibberish that sounded something like "ohshitweareallgoingtodieitsmanweandvarda" (Roughly translated: Oh shit, we are all going to die, it's Manwe and Varda.) Diana, who managed to catch the last bit, looked at Shu Wen, who cocked her head in confusion. Diana shook her copy of the Silmarillion, flipped to the content page and rapidly began to circle the word VALAR in panic, then made a motion with a finger slitting her neck. Shu Wen's eyes widened, and both of them threw themselves down after Ren. Inez and Sara looked around in confusion before noticing that Erestor and Elrond looked frightened to death, Glorfindel was on his knees and even Ren was quavering, and thus decided that the safest idea was to follow suite, thus started know-towing in accordance.
As if the sudden appearance of the two most powerful Valar was not enough, five seconds later...
'ELVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEES WITH LOOOOOOONGGGGGG POIIIIIINNNTTTTTTTYYYYYYY EEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRSSSSSSSS!'
Ren paled as she watched one of the most insane of her friends, Yvonne, use Manwe and Varda as a landing pad.
"Ohshit, we are all going to die, Yvonne is going to start pulling a VALA's hair, Manwe is going to crush us into tiny little bits and Varda will set us all on fire.'