An Instrument of Fate

by Lord Valentai

An account of the Last Alliance at the end of the second age. Please read and review. New chapter added 21st August.

3. Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – Imladris late SA3428

Valentai followed the three elves as they guided him along the road between the trees. After the hundred yards they came to a steep path that came down narrowly and formed a rough stone staircase supported by wood. Descending into a half turn, it went down perhaps twenty feet. The area around this path was sheer cliffs and the elves had augmented this by placing thorn trees and boulders beneath the slope. Reaching the bottom of the precarious rock stairway, Valentai saw a path cut and formed through the boulders and thorned trees that kept a visitor on the path. One of the two young elves ran forward and made a perfect replication of a bird's call. He was answered in kind and he led on the two travellers and his companion. Valentai nodded to two elves who had appeared from behind some rocks and were looking over the new arrivals. Near them was a pile of stacked logs and branches with an oil lamp beside it. It was a warning beacon and if necessary, it could be lit to warn the lord of Imladris of danger. Passing this outpost, Valentai came to a hill that sloped gently at first but then steeper down towards the settlement of Imladris itself. There were many trees and bushes around and they formed clumps. All around were elven houses of exceptional quality and beauty. The inhabitants had built these houses near and sometimes in the forests or thickets.

The settlement was in an oval shaped valley, split by a river and surrounded by high stone cliffs and guarded by outposts and watch towers. It would be very difficult to overcome as the entire valley could be defended fiercely. As Valentai looked over it he saw fields to the north and south on the western side of the river. The river was fast flowing and cascaded over rocks and rapids making it difficult to cross. A single stone bridge crossed it and the southern end was barricaded by soldiers and spiked barricades to stop intruders. The northern side had been discounted because no enemy could navigate the seventy foot waterfall onto razor sharp rocks and then the rapids beyond. Over both sides of the river was the real heart of Imladris.

Ten large stone buildings which not only fitted in perfectly with their natural surroundings but could be used as a fortress. Tiraldórë had said this was originally a fortress and Valentai could see how innocently the military side was disguised but still apparent to the keen eye. While the buildings were beautiful and light and full of nature's beauty, it was instantly a fortress. Valentai guessed the valley held some fifteen thousand people in the areas around. Fields of crops would feed the settlement if it was needed. Built on either side of the river with the bridge in the centre, Imladris was a hidden fortress and any enemy would regret assaulting it.

The path led down through a mile or so of fields and houses where the elves tended their fields or lived their lives happily. To an experience soldier like Valentai, it was a strange mix of fortress, army encampment and permanent settlement.

Finally the four of them came to the entrance to Imladris. There was an entrance in each of the four diagonal corners and these were overlooked by armoured elven spearmen and archers.

Valentai walked through the gates, made of wood and reinforced with iron. The buildings, all two or three stories rose above him and formed delicate archways and courtyards which housed fountains and living gardens. On the western side of the river, facing Valentai was the largest house. It was four stories tall and was made of pure white stone crossed with greenery and creepers. Balconies jutted out smoothly from the upper floors and the sloping roof was majestic as it reflected the sunlight into Valentai's face. Across the river were the more functional parts of a city and camp of war. A stable, forge, training ground and kitchens sat and buzzed with activity. The smoke of coal and wood did not make the air unpleasant but rather it made it contrast with the smell of plant and flower. The ground was cobbled and the trees were tall and proud. The two elven archers saluted and returned to the gate and departed with hardly a word. Valentai nodded and Tiraldórë turned to the blonde haired hero.

"Magnificent is it not?" He asked enthusiastically.

"It is indeed. When you told me it was an outpost I never expected anything like this."

Tiraldórë laughed at the look of surprise on his companion's face. "It was not always like this. It really was an armed camp by the end of the war but we have had many centuries of peace. We have never forgotten defence but this is now the largest settlement of high elves outside of Lindon."

"Where are we heading for?" Valentai asked.

"For the largest of the buildings. That is the house of Lord Elrond and also the library and meeting hall."

Valentai nodded and they crossed the central courtyard of the buildings.

The courtyard had a great oak in its centre which seemed so large that it was almost out of place. It had clearly grown for the cobbles around it had cracked. Tiraldórë saw his questioning gaze and smiled a little sadly.

"It is the great tree of the capital of Eregion. When the city was destroyed, Vallarië seized an acorn from the tree and took it here. It has grown here since that day. It is a symbol to us of how much time has passed and what happened."

"Vallarië?" Valentai asked. He already had more names to remember than on some worlds he had been to and he had been in company here for just two days.

Tiraldórë smiled knowingly. "You will meet him soon enough. It is not for me to speak of him yet. You will know of him in time."

Valentai nodded, a little confused and walked to the door. An elf stood in front of the house. Everything about him showed he was a bodyguard. The lower level of the building was reached by a stone staircase that led up to a balcony and door of wood. The building was perhaps thirty yards long and looked over the river and the bridge. The three upper floors loomed above Valentai, their drapes and windows filled with sunlight and the breeze that whispered around him. The steps ran up the short side of the building as the building's front faced east. The elf before him smiled and saluted. His smile was generous but his eyes missed nothing and were deadly serious. They were ever scanning for danger or trouble. The elf had black hair and blue eyes not unlike Valentai's own. He wore a green cloak but underneath it was a suit of light armour and a sword. Valentai knew from the elf's stance that he had three more blades on his person. He smiled and clapped Tiraldórë on the shoulder.

"Welcome back ambassador." He said jovially and Tiraldórë smiled at the guard.

"Thank you my friend. Is Lord Elrond able to see us?" He asked with a genuine smile. It was clear they knew each other.

"He is. We received the message of your arrival a half hour and Lord Elrond came to see that you were shown in." He smiled at Valentai and looked back to Tiraldórë. "I hear you got into trouble. You should be more careful, don't forget who pulled you from the river after that drunken feast."

Tiraldórë sighed. "I see you will never forget Keldoräth." He said and turned to Valentai. "I am sorry Valentai. This is Keldoräth, bodyguard of Lord Elrond and all around servant. This is Lord Valentai Dal-Moriath Telequéntai."

"Servant indeed. Pay no heed to him Lord Valentai." The elf said and grasped his hand. "Pleased to meet you. Tiraldórë always needs help and it was good you were there. Valar knows where he will end up if he goes on his own somewhere." Keldoräth smiled and gestured up the stairs. It was obvious that the two had known each other for a long time.

Valentai walked up the stairs to the top. There, there were benches that had a clear view of the bridge and mountains and forests beyond the valley. The bridge ran diagonally and served to hide the less aesthetic areas of Imladris from those on the balcony. The bridge was twenty yards long and had two arches which foamed as the river rushed against them.

There was only two elves, both women on the benches. The looked up from their benches as the two elves led Valentai towards the door. They smiled pleasantly and went back to their studies. Keldoräth turned back to Valentai and frowned.

"I am sorry. Do not think of this as a lack of trust but you must leave all weapons here whilst you meet the lord of Imladris. After he has talked to you, he will doubtless let you enter in any fashion you wish."

Valentai nodded, he knew that the elves would not try to kill him and they had a right to be cautious so he unbuckled his long sword and took off his armour. He took knife and sheath out and handed it to the elf that took them and placed them in a storage area. Valentai still looked impressive without the articles of war, the blue cloak and blue underclothes embroidered with silver and gold thread looked absolutely appropriate for the surroundings. Valentai took off the cloak and his leather bag and nodded to the elf.

"Lead on my friend." He said in Sindarin. Keldoräth had spoken in common as he did not want to offend the guest but he smiled at the show of knowledge and opened the door.

The door was in the centre of the wall and Valentai had seen the first level of the library through the windows. Now he stepped in and nodded in approval at the sight before him.

This was the first floor of the library. It was a wide open space which had open sight to the second floor for most of the room. In the entrance hall there were two stone pillars to left and right. This was repeated all around the room as the pillars held up the floor above and the floor above that. The library was divided into half by a central passage of pillars that were raised three steps above the real ground level. Going down from left and right was the same three steps. In both halves of the room, book cases were intermingled with tables and benches. Around the walls on the same raised area of floor were more book cases. The floor above appeared to be of similar design except there was smaller floor space. The area around the walls was lined with shelves and there was a wide cross that ran from the four sides of the room. Two staircases, one to Valentai's left and the other to his right at the far side was the way of reaching the next floor. Keldoräth noted his interest and smiled.

"Plenty of time later Lord Valentai. Now, unfortunately, Lord Elrond calls." Valentai nodded and walked on.

The three companions reached the stairs and walked up the spiralling stone walkway. Valentai noticed that the shelves were not only filled with books but also with stone tablets, scrolls and even paintings and banners. Some were old and some were ancient, obviously millennia old. Valentai reached the second floor and saw that whilst there were fewer people up here, the texts were older and probably harder to read. This floor was smaller that the ground floor as a set of stairs ran from the two far corners and curved up. Valentai walked forward and strode up the stairs. At the top was a guard who saluted and opened the door. At the top of the stairs was a small hallway which led to a door. The doors to this room were set on the north and south western sides of the building. Keldoräth walked in first and spoke to the room on the other side in general.

"Lord regent. Tiraldórë and Lord Valentai have arrived." The voice of the bodyguard became formal. A voice echoed from the room's interior.

"Thank you Keldoräth. Show them in and then see to your duties."

"Yes lord regent." Keldoräth said and left the room. He gestured the elf and his companion in and returned down the stairway.

Valentai walked into the room and nodded silently. This was the meeting hall of Imladris and the study of the regent. Walking through, Valentai found he was on a slightly raised area which stepped down to the floor level. To his right was a wide, stone balcony which faced due east. The room ran the whole length of the building and was illuminated by the many windows that formed parts of every wall. Near the door to the balcony was a table of dark wood. In the centre of the room was a long table which could be used to seat a dozen guests comfortably. To the left of Valentai was a balcony that faced east and another table was set in front of the door. This table had the chair facing into the room instead of out of it. On the wall opposite Valentai was a tall bookcase which presumably held personal texts of the regent.

Lord Elrond was just in front of his desk facing east. He was wearing a cloak of silver and grey and other than his long black hair, nothing more of him could be seen. He was slightly taller than average height but from the back he seemed nothing remarkable. Valentai walked beside Tiraldórë and waited at the bottom of the wooden steps near the entrance to the room. Elrond spoke after a few seconds. His voice was both like and unlike that of the Eldar around him. It was slightly deeper but held wisdom and knowledge above most of his people.

"Come in my friends. Take a seat."

The two moved to the large table and Elrond turned gracefully from the window. He walked down towards the two guests.

Elrond had an imposing figure, based not on height or strength but by the nobility inherent in everything he did. He had a face that was slightly longer than that of his fellow Eldar. He had grey eyes and long black hair. His ears were pointed like all Eldar and his whole persona was alive with power and passion. He may have been a half-elf but everything before Valentai told him that Elrond was an elf and had never regretted the choice he had evidently made between the two races.

Tiraldórë saluted and sat and Valentai followed suit. Elrond sat opposite them and put his figures together. He looked to Tiraldórë first.

"Welcome back my friend. Although I have heard of the troubles of the return journey, I have heard nothing of the meeting with King Elendil itself. Tell me what happened."

Tiraldórë handed over the sealed paper and told of his experience in Annúminnas. He told of the meeting with the new Archduke and then of the final words he had had with Elendil. After he was finished he sat back and Elrond nodded thoughtfully.

"What are your thoughts on the new Archduke?" Elrond asked.

"I think he is a better man lord regent. He is more ambitious than his predecessor but is an honourable man. He is also friends with King Elendil."

"Which is why he is the new Archduke?" Elrond said quietly, almost to himself. He looked up at Tiraldórë.

"Thank you ambassador. We will talk on this later. Go and get some rest, my friend. We will talk another time. Tell Keldoräth I am not to be disturbed."

"Of course lord regent." Tiraldórë said and saluted as he rose. He strode from the room and did not look back as he closed the door on the two lords.

Elrond looked into the deep blue eyes for a good moment before he sat back.

"An enigma." He said. Valentai asked the right question because it was expected of him.

"Enigma lord regent?" He asked with little enthusiasm.

"You are a mystery Lord Valentai. I have heard the reports and I was suspicious. Now I see you, I can see you are not lying."

"I am glad we agree on something lord regent." Valentai said genially.

Elrond reached over and took a glass of water from the table and sipped from it. His face was creased with thought. "These are dark times Valentai, and they will become darker as the years pass. Let me tell you about who I am and then you tell me of yourself. At the end of that then we shall decide what happens next." Elrond sat back and Valentai nodded. The lord of Imladris rose and paced around the room, his voice clear no matter where he stood and his gaze was piercing when he looked upon the stranger who took a second glass and drunk.

"I am the lord of Imladris, the regent of Eregion and as such I have much to worry about. What those titles mean is that I am the ruler of all lands between the mountains and the borders of Lindon. Darkness comes again and I have troubles I never had a hundred or even ten years ago. Reports reach me and the High King of the armies of the darklord starting to assemble in the east, orcs raid and pillage the north and even my own ambassador is attacked. The time of peace, so dearly bought after the last defeat of the darklord is ending. Eventually we must fight again but then we must rely on allies as much as ourselves in the coming war." He looked around from the western window, which looked into the setting sun which was starting to wane below the horizon.

"Into this situation you come Valentai. An enigma, a mystery and perhaps, aid unlooked for. You know who I am and what my position is but if you wish to live amongst us then I would have you tell us of yourself. I am not one to believe in fate easily, but if you are all you appear to be then you may have an impact that even you may not have thought." Elrond held his hands behind his back. Valentai nodded seriously. He stood and, taking another sip of water, he spoke. As he did he stood straight before the half-elf lord.

"I thank you for telling me of yourself and your position. I will do what I can to inform you of myself. As you have wisely noted, I am no normal man or elf. In all of my years I have never met another like myself. The conditions and hardships that made me, I have never seen again. I was, like those men who died with Tiraldórë, a mortal man. The son of a duke whose lands could be walked over in a half day. A soldier's life called to me after the death of my parents. My place was usurped by my father's rival, the baron. I let them think I was dead and in that time I sought out something to give me inspiration. In those times of war I found a companion who renewed the fire of revenge in me. In a bloodless revolt, the baron was dismissed and I was the duke once more. War started however and it was my duty to fight with my men against the darkness of the north." Valentai was looking at the white stone of the roof arches as he spoke. Elrond nodded and felt in himself, happy. Happy he had not dismissed this man but had looked deeper. Valentai talked on, his voice filled with sadness.

"Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. Before we could even marry, she was snatched away." His voice became harder, colder and Elrond knew that even after however long the hero had lived, some things could not be forgotten. He thought of himself and his regret for never meeting his father, of losing a brother to a mortal's death. To an immortal, long life meant long sorrow as well as long happiness.

"She was killed and my realm ruined." A long and bitter war followed against the darkness in which we were near overcome by the tide. Only a few of us, men and elves and dwarves could stand and together we fought one final battle. Immortality is a blessing and a curse and I know what it is like to have both, how uncomplicated is the life of a man who lives for fifty years." He sighed and looked at Elrond.

"I then made it my goal to travel the worlds and try to help. In many guises I have come and my roles have been minor and major but always do I fight for what I know to be right. Great happiness mixed with great sadness it had brought me but I think that it is worth it if even one person does not die needlessly." Elrond nodded. He sat down and drunk again from the water. Valentai took his seat again

"I take it that Valentai is not your real name." Elrond stated and Valentai nodded.

"It is not. I was Duke Maximus Claudius Tiberias, Shandlar of Ebryrn."

"Why change it?"

Valentai was silent for a long moment and then he sighed. "In remembrance of a victory." He paused. "And a friend. Long ago I changed it. I like the name better."

"So do I Lord Valentai." Elrond said with a small smile.

"So now you know of me Lord Elrond. What are your thoughts?"

Elrond did not answer at once. His eyes closed and then he opened them. "I have the authority to do as I will in these lands. In time, my thoughts will be brought before the High King. That time is not now though. Until that moment I have no official power to give you a position." Valentai nodded a little sadly. Elrond smiled. "That does not mean my friend that I will not ask you to stay." Valentai raised his head and his blue eyes sparkled.

Elrond stood from where he had sat opposite the hero. "I believe your story. Strange certainly and many would call me mad to believe it but there is not any reason to doubt you. Stranger things have happened here in these lands and know this, I can see in your eyes and heart that you believe what you say and that there is no lie in you. I name you elf friend and an honorary lord of Imladris. Will you be beside me? Will you take up my offer?" Elrond asked with passion and leaned forward.

Valentai gritted his teeth and stood. He bowed before the half-elf. He pushed his golden hair from his face. He looked at the regent for a few seconds.

"I am honoured Lord Elrond. I will do all I can for you and for this place. My experience is yours." Valentai said the words with genuine enthusiasm. He knew that, in time the regent could become a close and dear friend. For now though, he had to orientate himself with his surroundings and find a guide so to speak.

"I am glad you took me up. What are you best at?"

"I can train troops as well as I can lead them. I have been a chief of staff many times and my" he paused "attributes make it easier for me to work on these things." Elrond nodded.

"Then I could use you in all three areas. War is coming and we will be involved to a greater or lesser extent. We must be trained and ready. If all goes well then the High King may even give you a position of command. He is a good ruler, wiser than me and has the experience I never could have."

"Then he must be wise indeed. Few have seen the truth in me as clearly as you Lord Elrond." Valentai said with feeling. The amount of rulers who had demanded proof, proof he could not simply produce were too many to count. This regent and lord however had looked past the story to see who Valentai really was.

"Thank you my friend. In return for your help is there anything you would ask from me?" Elrond said and reached out his hand. Valentai grasped it like a friend.

"I would ask for a room, plain for my needs are simple and someone to educate me of this world. I am no use to anyone if I cannot tell one kingdom from another."

Elrond smiled. "That can be easily remedied. Both requests are easily accomplished. I will leave you today to settle in and tomorrow to learn. On the day after however, I will introduce you to my council. Then your work will begin although there will be still much time for leisure."

"I cannot thank you enough for all that you have done. And most of all, for trusting me." The two had been walking to the door but Valentai stopped and looked into the grey eyes of the half-elf.

"I will not fail you I promise. If I fail you then my life is forfeit." Valentai said with utter seriousness. Elrond was moved by the power of the oath. The outward appearance of the hero was one of amused knowledge and honourable intent. Now he had shown he could be a relentless but honourable fighter. A warrior who fought for what he believed in.

"I know that you will not fail me Lord Valentai." Elrond said and then Valentai laughed and clapped his hands together. As they walked to the door, Elrond asked one final question.

"How old are you?"

"I will be elven hundred and eighty two years old this mid-winter. I count from there because every place has that day. I think it is accurate enough."

Elrond smiled. "I think it was a ray of light amidst cloud that has revealed you to us. May the stars shine upon your path and may you be blessed."

Valentai smiled as they walked to the door.

Elrond walked to the door and opened it. He stood aside for Valentai to exit and his new ally thanked him. The guard at the door saluted and Valentai nodded to the elf whose brass coloured armour and sheathed sword looked so out of place in this place of peace. Elrond led Valentai down the stairs and onto the second floor of the library. All eyes on the room were on them as the elves in the room bowed or saluted. Elrond smiled and place a hand on Valentai's shoulder. Keldoräth was talking with Tiraldórë but he now walked to Elrond's side where he stood like a statue. Tiraldórë followed his friend and behind him came another elf that seemed of high station. Elrond nodded to the assembled elves.

"My friends, this is Lord Valentai. A lord of strange lands who has agreed to help us. He is no ordinary mortal man and do not judge him on appearance. I have appointed him friend of Imladris and of me." Elrond looked around. "Where is Erestor?"

Keldoräth saluted. "He is on the east bank in his office."

"Summon him. He has another charge to look after." Keldoräth saluted and gestured to the door guard who had followed him down. The elf bowed and ran down the stairs. Elrond turned to Valentai.

"Erestor is my chief of household." He lowered his voice theatrically which meant that most of the elves could still hear him. "He is a little prickly sometimes but he does his job well." Valentai did not know whether to laugh but he saw the smile on the faces of those around him and so he smiled. "While we are waiting I will introduce you to one of my chief military commanders." He gestured to the noble elf who smiled and bowed slightly.

"This is Gildor Inglorian. Once a noble of the house of Finrod in Beleriand, he lived in Lindon and fought in Eregion before it fell."

Gildor was of average height but he had friendly blue-green eyes that were watchful but not aggressive. He wore a sword by his side and seemed to be in training armour. His long black hair was tied back behind his neck and his face was alight with a mix of interest and happiness.

"I am pleased to meet you Lord Valentai. I was returning from my patrol when I heard of an interesting stranger in the settlement."

"I am pleased to meet you my friend." Valentai said and shook the offered hand.

"Gildor is one of my four captains of war. He is considered a great blade master and I cannot gainsay him on that." Elrond said. "Even if he does look like he marched halfway to the dark lands." Elrond added jokingly and Gildor smiled at the small joke.

There was a bustle by the stairs and a very flustered elf came up the stairs. He looked perpetually flustered and red-faced as was the fate of all leaders of households in large palaces. He was of average height with black hair and blue-grey eyes. He wore a tunic and cloak that matched the colour of his eyes. He bowed to Elrond.

"Lord Elrond. You summoned me?" The voice was submissive but slightly petulant as though it implied that the elf's time was being wasted.

"I did my friend. This is Lord Valentai. He is a guest of mine and will be treated as such. He will need a room suitable for a guest."

The elf looked at Valentai and his eyes flashed slightly at the words. "It will be done lord regent. I shall have the best prepared for him." Erestor smiled to Valentai. "I am pleased to meet you." He stated with no trace of truth but enough superficial enthusiasm to not cause a problem.

"Good. Have one of your people show him to his room and then you may return to his duties. I want one of your people to attend upon him."

"As you wish lord regent." Erestor said and bowed once again. Elrond smiled at Valentai.

"Go and get settled in. Get some rest as well, you might need it. I will send over my best scholar tomorrow at dawn."

Valentai nodded. "That would be fine. I will speak to you tomorrow." Valentai said to the regent and then he walked to where Erestor waited. The two walked down the stairs and to the entrance. Valentai opened the compartment and carried his weapons and belongings away. Erestor smiled as he led the way to one of the stone buildings near the southern part of the settlement ring. It was near the river and its wide sides faced east and south. The building was in the shape of a line with part of it bent at a right angle. The building was impressive, two floors of white stone with columns at the front of it. Two thirds of the building ran east with its long side facing south. The remaining third bent at a series of pillars and ran north-south, facing east. Where the right angle changed the direction of the building was a doorway. The building seemed to have one set of rooms that faced into Imladris and half that faced outwards. The entrance was at the end of a white stone path with fountains and bushes to either side. The entrance way itself had a stone covering that covered a person as then went up the flight of ten diagonally facing stairs. Erestor led the way up but turned at the top.

"Lord Elrond seems to favour you and I shall not disappoint. You will enjoy this room I hope."

"I thank you for your help Erestor." Valentai said and the elf nodded and opened the wooden door to allow entry for the hero.

The entrance hall was a riot of white marble and red granite. It was clear this was the guest house reserved for the most important guests of the lord of Imladris. The room was dominated by three things. First were four massive pillars which ran to the high roof. The pillars were wound about with plants and creepers to ensure there was an air of nature in the building. The second feature was a huge window that went from floor to ceiling. The designers of the building had not produced a sharp turn when they had built the building. Rather they had removed the apex and put a flat area of wall which now was filled by the window which faced south west. The third feature was a marble staircase that ran up to the window and then up the perpendicular walls to the level above. Valentai nodded in appreciation and Erestor smiled and walked to the stairs. There were several elves around them and as they climbed the stairs, they saw the Eldar murmuring to each other. Erestor lead him to the bend in the stairs and then to the second bend. Coming to the top, Valentai saw a long passage before him. He guessed it was thirty yards long and there were about five rooms on either side. These rooms were obviously large and luxurious and the best in all of Imladris. Valentai turned and looked over the semi-circular gap down to the entrance below. On the other side there was a passage twice as long but which had more rooms for the distance. Valentai turned back to Erestor who was waiting with a mix of impatience and humour. Valentai walked along the hall, following the elf until he came to the second last room. Erestor opened the door and handed Valentai a key. Erestor spoke as Valentai was about to enter.

"Get settled in Lord Valentai. One of my people will be up soon. Enjoy your stay and call on me if you need anything." Valentai nodded.

"Thank you Erestor." As he made to enter the elf took his shoulder and spoke in a humoured voice.

"Just don't break anything." Valentai rolled his eyes and closed the door.

The room was a marvellous piece of art. Imladris might be an outpost but it was one that had stood long enough to be made into a permanent residence. The room was two sub-rooms, a small bathroom with a bath and dressing room. A pump and firebox was handy for cold or hot water. Valentai pumped the handle and tasted the water. It was good sweet-water and he smiled and exited the small room. This was to the right of the door; to his front was a balcony. The view was of over the river and the mountains beyond. The balcony ran the length of the room and had several chairs and a table for use of those outside. The balcony rails were waist high but had wide enough spaced beams to ensure an uninterrupted view. To the left of the main entrance and near the window of the balcony was the bed. It was a double bed of ornate wood and metalwork. The floor was covered in thick soft carpet while the balcony had terracotta tiles laid. The far left hand wall of the room had a large wardrobe which contrasted with the two bookcases to either side of the door. To the right of the door and also near the window was a table of dark wood which was surrounded by four chairs. A further cupboard and bureau held writing supplies and cutlery if the meals were taken in the room. To finish off the room, there were many candles and lights about the room. Four oil lamps with shielded flames were hung on the walls. They were not ignited yet and Valentai supposed that he would have to do it after it became fully dark outside.

He walked over and placed his armour and cloak in the main wardrobe along with his knife and bag. He took his papers to the main table and weighted them down with two weights obviously designed for that purpose he found in the bureau. The western sunlight was streaming in but not direct enough to cause discomfort. Valentai drew his sword and cleaned it down quickly. The blade seemed to glow in the afternoon sun but Valentai supposed that was the light reflecting from the steel. The blade was leaf shaped, three feet long and perfectly balanced. It was the one item he still carried from his homeland and he had resolved to carry it for as long as he lived. It was a miracle of balance and cut through air and steel like they were the same. Valentai had used this sword for all but twenty years of his life and yet there was not a single dent of scratch along its bright surface. Minute indentations could be seen but they were so small that only on the closest examination could they be glimpsed. Valentai sheathed the sword and looked at the bed. He had not slept in two days or more and he felt tired. He took off his boots and felt annoyed that he had no other clothes, less formal to wear. It was simply too much weight to carry with him. Looking around again he walked to the bathroom and washed his face free of dirt and blood. He looked up at his face and smiled. It was the same as it had been all those years ago.

There was a knock at the door and Valentai turned and walked back to his table. "Enter." He said and the door swung open.

In the doorway was Erestor with an elf maid of shorter than usual height. She had black hair and grey-blue eyes. She wore a simple white dress that covered her legs and body well. She looked quite young for an elf which meant that she was probably about three hundred years old. Erestor smiled and saluted.

"I see you have settled in well Lord Valentai." He stated with just a hint of sardonic humour. Valentai decided to respond properly and get his revenge on the elf later.

"I am thank you." He said simply.

Erestor waved the elf lady into the room and she bowed a little nervously. "This is Telthoräel. She is a maid and will help you with anything you need in relation to your room or anything else. Call on her if you need her." Erestor smiled quite improperly as he exited and Valentai made up his mind to ignore it for now. The door closed and the elf bowed nervously. Valentai smiled to her and touched her shoulder with his hand. Although he was now in his informal clothes, he still wore the gloves and the elf looked up into his blue eyes. Valentai spoke with a small amount of amusement.

"No need to bow to me my dear. I may be Lord Valentai but there is no need for you to treat me like the regent." She smiled and breathed in apprehensively and he took her hand in his gloved hand. "Do not be afraid of me, I will cause you no harm."

"Sorry my lord if I offended you." She said.

"No, you did not. I hope that in time we might know each other better." She looked awkward and he shook his head and stood back. "That is not what I meant. I meant that eventually you might stop treating me like lord and treat me like a friend." She smiled.

"Yes Lord Valentai." She said with a little less anxiety in her eyes.

"You see my dear, you learn already. One thing I learnt long ago is if you treat people right, then they will treat you right. Now to business." He said and she nodded.

"I am at your command." She said and Valentai sighed.

"Well I suppose we did all right for a first meeting. What I would like is some more clothes to wear." He pointed at his weapons and the clothes he wore now. "Good for fighting but I hope not to have to fight for a while." She nodded.

"I will see what I can do."

"Good." Valentai said. "I will be generally out during the day but if I could trouble you to have the room lit by sunset I would appreciate it."

"Of course Lord Valentai." She said looking at his stern but kind face.

"I am pleased you have remembered. Some days, if work becomes over long, I would appreciate meals here."

"That can be easily arranged." She said.

"Well that is all I need. Now we are done with business tell me about you."

She had been backing away but she looked up at him. "Why?" Was all she could ask.

"Because my dear, I would like to know who you are not what you are."

She nodded a little reluctantly. "You know my name Lord Valentai. I am the only daughter of my mother. My father died after I was born and I came to work here. Eventually I might be able to raise myself up and maybe become a lady of standing."

Valentai nodded. "I wish you luck my dear." She smiled and turned to leave.

"One more thing." Valentai said and she turned back. "I never let good service go unrewarded. That goes for everything from war to tailoring. Serve me well and I will see you get what you deserve. Here." He said and drew out two copper pieces from his pack. He pressed them into her hands. "I know that you are payed for this already but I like to say thankyou myself. That is a thankyou for now. I will pay you a half bronze a week as long as you work with me."

She looked at him in utter surprise. "My lord, you do not need to do this."

"I know. I want to. I reward all who serve me well. I would appreciate it if you were able to send my meal up here tonight."

She smiled a little slyly and then her face became rigid again. "Of course Lord Valentai."

"Good night then." Valentai said and watched her leave.

Valentai smiled slightly as she left and busied himself about his room. He made sure he had paper and ink and sat at his table. He looked around the room and wondered how long it had been since he had lived in such a room. It was about thirty years. Mostly it was tents and regular rooms. He was halfway through his second page when the door was knocked on. He looked up.

"Come." He commanded and the door opened. A servant entered and place a covered a bowl on his table. Valentai thanked the elf and then looked back to his pages as the elf left the room.

Valentai ate his meal as he looked over his notes he had made about Imladris. It was certainly a remarkable place and he already felt a love for it and its people. He looked to the bed and decided he should sleep. He had not slept properly in a month. He kept a knife by his side as he climbed into the bed and lay back. He was good at being able to sleep just about anywhere and still be alert to danger. Not that he believed he would be in any danger here but he would be cautious for a few days.

Valentai was up before the sun crested the sky. He got up and quickly made himself presentable. It was easy enough, the hair did not seem to tangle or curl and he was glad of that. He checked his knife was stowed out of sight but also close at hand. He had found some very good red wine in a cabinet and had poured himself a small glass. He had only gotten drunk once in six centuries and he had no intention of ruining that record. As the sun filled the valley of Imladris with light there was a knock on the door. He sat at the table and called to the door.

"Enter." The door opened and a figure stepped into the half light of the room. Valentai frowned slightly as he looked at the figure. The shape hesitated and stepped fully into the room.

The figure that stood before him was unlike any he had seen before. In front of him stood an elf lady of slightly less height than himself. What made her stand out were her features. Her hair was silver, not unknown for elves he had met. It shimmered in the small light in the room and seemed to wave like a lapping silver sea. Her eyes were silver also. Whereas all elves and men he had met had had blue-grey or green-grey, hers were platinum and seemed to flash like bands of silver. She smiled at him and her robes which matched her hair flowed about her. She was undeniably beautiful and had an innocence about her that made Valentai curious. Her face was radiant and smooth and her bearing and manner was straight. She walked forward to the table and looked at him as he rose and bowed his head slightly.

"I am Silmarë. I am the loremaster of Imladris and keeper of the library." Her voice was soft but powerful.

"I am pleased to meet you my lady." Valentai said with a slight bow.

"I was sent here Lord Valentai because Lord Elrond says you desire knowledge." She sat opposite him and looked into his eyes. In her face she looked ancient but also young in some way he could not guess.

"He speaks the truth. I am but a recent arrival to this world and land. I desire to know something of history and places and people." Valentai said and she nodded thoughtfully.

"Then it is I who will help you. Come with me to the library. I will tell all I can. The history of this world is long and filled with sorrow. Those who desire happiness will find little in these tales. Much valour there is also to mix with sadness. Shall we go?" She asked and he nodded. Valentai stood and walked with her to the door. Her very walk seemed graceful and she flowed along the ground with an ease that interested even Valentai. As they walked outside the doors of the residence and across the courtyard she spoke without looking at him.

"Much I know of you but you desire I think to know something of me?" She half asked and half stated.

"This is true Silmarë."

"There is much to know about us all. Suffice it to say that I was once the daughter of the high councillor of High King Fingolfin. As the years passed much of what I knew was lost and my father and mother have gone long ago to where I cannot follow alive. I remained for I yet consider wisdom the most important attribute of any person."

Valentai nodded as they came to the steps of the library. "I quite agree with you. Tell me more after I know something more. Dates and names at this moment are not understandable to me."

She laughed. "I shall try not to disappoint you Lord Valentai."

"I am sure you will not my dear." Valentai answered smoothly and she smiled again and pushed the doors aside. Walking through she climbed the stairs to the second floor and walked over to a small room that Valentai had not seen the day before. It was small, just nine feet by seven feet. Inside were a table and two chairs. A pile of books, tablets and scrolls were already prepared.

"I see you are all ready." Valentai stated and she frowned slightly.

"I would only expect as much from myself or anyone who works with me. Now sit and we shall begin." She commanded and Valentai sat and did not know what to expect from this experience. She took a book from the table and showed it to him.

"'The History of the Realms of Beleriand'" She read. "Over three and a half thousand years old and written at the height of their power. It is so tragically optimistic." She smiled. "I confuse you already I see. I shall start from the beginning." She began, looking at a scroll but mostly reciting from heart what she already knew. For near an hour she told of the creation of the world and of the two trees and the creation of the elves and of the black enemy of the world, Morgoth.

"And so was the two trees destroyed by the evil of Morgoth. And so was all the lands made dark." She finished. Valentai nodded. It had been good so far, she had woven fact with story to create an account which was not academic but informative. Silmarë looked up, her eyes were bright.

"I hope you remember all I say Lord Valentai. I shall not repeat it."

"I shall not forget. Not the way it is told by you." She smiled and looked down to avoid catching his eye.

She spread out three books before her. All were histories of the first age of the sun and moon. She read passages from each and talked with passion about the lands she had seen just a few times before the final battles overcame them. Of the Silmarilli she talked and of the oath of Fëanor to recover them. The long and terrible and fruitless war against Morgoth. Her musical voice half sang and half intoned the words she spoke. The fall of Fingolfin she told and said it in such a way that Valentai could imagine the battle before the black gate. To the fifth battle of Beleriand she came at last and her eyes closed as she told of the treachery of men. Valentai nodded, that is why some presumably bore a grudge. Elves live almost forever if not slain in battle or accident and often kept grudges all their lives.

"My father fought beside the High King, Fingon but he could not save him and both were slain." She shook her head and continued on. Valentai could see her pain but knew she would not be able to ever let it go. She talked on almost without stopping for more time until she had finished the tale of Beren and Lúthien and came to the fall of the last cities.

"And so was Gondolin ruined, betrayed by one who should have known that Morgoth did not treat with any. The father and mother of Elrond were near slain and were it not for the sacrifice of the elf lord Glorfindel, all would have been slain." Her eyes twinkled about something but she did not say what and moved on.

To the war of wrath, the voyage of Eärendil and the ruin of Beleriand she came. She told of the years of war before the hosts of the Valar of Aman came upon the battlefield and of the eventual defeat of the enemy.

"The land was ruined and broken, the sea rushed upon it and many could not escape in time. I was now with the High King and I joined him in Lindon as the first age finished. There we were." She laughed. "A few thousand of us on that day and we looked first to the sea and the way home or the land of rock and tree we stood on and the High King never wavered in his desire to rebuild a golden age. And for a time there was."

Of the second age, the rise of Eregion and the might of the darklord Sauron the Deceiver she now spoke. She came to the start of the wars of Eregion and sighed.

"Would that it never came to war. Three wars were fought but in the end we were triumphant. Victory was at a high price. The land of Eregion was shattered and it's people slain or driven off. If the enemy had had one more army then we would have been finished but fortunately we were spared that fate. Though many noble leaders and princes would never rise again. Maeldin the mighty would never lead again and Prince Saründe would never again draw breath. It was victory though and from it a time of peace emerged. A time that ends now." She smiled sadly and finished with an account of the fall of Númenor and the present times.

"And now you come to us Lord Valentai. Do you see now why Lord Elrond sees you as important?"

"I do, but it is not me alone who will determine the fate of the world."

"Maybe not but you are one important piece but how significant and for good or ill I cannot say. Maybe nobody can."

There was silence and Valentai sat for a long while before he looked up at her.

"Never have I heard a more beautiful or moving account of the history of a world. One could never become tired of your voice or the way you tell things that would be mundane to the ordinary person. I thank you."

"I am pleased that you think so. Is there any questions that you have?"

"Nothing about this. I am fascinated by your eyes. Never on elf or man have I seen them like that."

For the first time since he had met her, she seemed uncertain of something. "I cannot say. Never have I seen it either." She shrugged and her hair flowed around her shoulders.

"It is beautiful." Valentai said and she smiled and blushed slightly. Elves blush not only on their cheeks but on their delicate ears as well. Valentai smiled at her confusion.

"I mean it my dear. Everything about you is so beautiful and moving." The elf did not know what to say so she looked at him for a moment with an open mouth. "I am sorry if I have offended you. I will be going." Valentai said but she called out to him.

"You did not offend Valentai. I was just surprised that you thought so. Would you like me to show you around this beautiful place?"

"How can I refuse my dear?" He smiled at her. "Are you really that old?" He asked and she glared at him.

"Yes I am. And if you think you can ask insolent questions like that then you will have to learn otherwise. Besides, aren't you the old one? You were human."

"True enough my dear, true enough." He held out his arm and she took it with a firm but gentle grip. The two walked from the small room close but separate. Silmarë walked Valentai out of the library and to the bridge. The bridge was of very fine stonework and was a grey stone which contrasted with the flowing blue of the water and the white of the other buildings.

For two more hours she showed Valentai the settlement of Imladris. At nightfall the two of them were back by the swiftly running river and stood on the bridge. The moon was rising and the stars gleamed on the cold and cloudless night.

Silmarë starred at the brightest star in the sky and sighed slightly. She murmured slightly. "Eärendil. Look over your son. He has so much still to do."

Valentai wondered what she meant. In their meeting today, she had spoken of Eärendil's star and how he had taken the Silmarilli and now travelled across the sky. Valentai was not sure if that was a legend or not and had not liked to ask. Silmarë stirred next to him and turned to him.

"What do you hope to do?" She asked directly.

"Do? What do you mean?" He replied though he knew the answer.

"You come here as war once again threatens us. What is it that you believe you can do?"

"All that I can to help your kin and your allies. If it comes to the battlefield then I will lead your people to victory if that is what is needed."

"Do you think you have a chance?" She asked. Her whole mood was now more pessimistic.

"I mean to try. I have not failed those I have sworn to help before and I do not intend to start now."

"Suppose they do not let you try?" She asked without looking at him.

"Then I will obey though it would grieve me." He looked at her and touched her shoulder with his gloved hand. "What troubles you?"

She shook her self free and stepped back. She looked up at him and her mood was fiercer than before. "Nothing. I am sorry to burden you with such troubles. I will doubtless see you tomorrow." With that she turned and walked back along the lighted pathways of Imladris. Valentai nodded and walked slowly back to his room.

She watched him go and nodded thoughtfully.

A knock on the door made Valentai look up from his papers. It was mid-morning and since he had had no summons he had been writing of his experiences so far. He had borrowed some maps and papers the night before and had looked over them since he had woken up. The knock came again and Valentai sighed.

"Come in. It is not locked." The door opened and Telthoräel came in. She was accompanied by a second elf that carried a bundle wrapped in linin. Telthoräel came forward and handed Valentai a message sealed with Lord Elrond's seal. He nodded his thanks and opened it. He looked over the words and nodded slightly. It was a formal request for Valentai to attend upon Elrond at noon. He was to be presented to the leaders of Imladris. He had an hour and he put aside the paper and smiled at the two elves.

"Thank you my friends. Is there anything else?"

The second elf walked forward and put the bundle on the bed. Valentai frowned and took a paper knife from the table and cut open the package. Inside was a collection of elvish clothes that he had asked for on the first night. They had been tailored specially it seemed as they looked new. He smiled at the two attendants.

"Thank you again. I will try them later and let you know of any adjustments needed." They bowed and walked from the room. Valentai looked at the clothes and then took them out and laid them out separately. They were good quality and seemed to fit. He selected a simple blue and silver coloured one and decided to wear that.

It was a perfect fit. Too flimsy for the battlefield of course but Valentai believed that it would serve its task very well. He hung up his fighting clothes and took the new pair of boots that had been provided. He smiled at his reflection, there were few humans that could wear elvish clothes because of the difference in shape but Valentai reckoned he had a good fit.

Valentai walked out of his door early to make sure he was at the meeting on time. Walking along the corridors he saw the interested gazes of those he passed. To them he seemed like he was born to wear the silver and blue garments he now wore. Valentai walked out of the door to the housing and across the courtyard. It was a cloudy winter's day but the business of Imladris had not lessened. Passing the great oak tree he walked across the flagstones until he approached the library which was also the house of Lord Elrond. Valentai walked up the stairs and saluted Keldoräth who smiled at his different appearance.

"Greetings Lord Valentai. I never could imagine you without your sword and armour."

"We have only known each other for two days." Valentai protested and the elf laughed.

"So I see you have some surprises to spring yet." He became serious. "Lord Elrond is on the third floor. He wished you to go up as soon as possible."

"Then I must leave you. I will talk to you later."

Keldoräth nodded and Valentai walked in the door. The library was still filled with people and Valentai acknowledged them with a slight bow. He walked briskly up the stairs and up the door to the third floor. Valentai nodded to the guard and walked in. Elrond was just entering from his room upstairs and he called out to Valentai.

"Good day Lord Valentai. Take a seat, all should be here soon."

Valentai nodded and sat down at the table. The table which could hold twelve people was set for eight. The table faced east-west and had two seats that were larger than normal. The largest was on the eastern side of the table, facing west and was not set. The other end, facing east was smaller and had been set. The largest chair also had unlaid places to left and right and Valentia wondered why. He had no time to wonder about this as Lord Elrond took the chair at the end of the table and faced east. He pointed Valentai to a place to his right and two down. Valentai sat and Elrond looked at him amused.

"I never expected to see you dressed like one of us." The half-elf said dryly.

"So Keldoräth has informed me. The sacrifices we must make for duty." He said and held up his hands in mock humour. Elrond laughed.

"It fits well I see. Erestor has some good people to do such things." Valentai nodded.

"Who are the seats at the end for?" Elrond smiled.

"The largest is for the High King when he comes. The place to his right is for his military commander and the left is empty. It has not been sat at for many centuries, not since the last great council was held here."

"Whose was it?" Valentai asked intrigued.

"It belonged to the ruler of Eregion." Valentai looked as though he would ask a question but Elrond held up his hand. "Not me. It was held by Celembrimbor until he fell." His eyes became distant and then he blinked as the door on both sides opened. He smiled at Valentai. "A long time ago."

The two of them stood as the elves entered. There were six of them and all wore clothes like Elrond or Valentai. They took what seemed to be accustomed places. Tiraldórë seemed to be a non-regular member of the council as he sat apart after being shown to his seat. The elves looked at Valentai and he tried to smile.

A silver haired elf with bright eyes and a grim expression sat beside him. He pointedly ignored Valentai and looked across the table. To Valentai's right was Gildor who smiled at him and turned his attention back to Lord Elrond. To the right of Gildor was Tiraldórë who looked slightly nervous at the formality of the room. Opposite Tiraldórë was an empty place but the seat next to it was taken by an elf who was not known to Valentai but had blonde hair. To the left of Elrond were two unfamiliar elves, both with back hair and both with grim scarred faces. Elrond stood and spread his hands at the assembled company.

"My friends, we gather here as usual to hear the news of the last month and to decide on action. However, I have a new person to introduce. This is Lord Valentai Dal-Moriath Telequéntai and he is here because of a singular act of courage and bravery. As some of you know, we sent Tiraldórë to Annúminnas during the year gone by to bring tidings of the enemy to the king of men. What many of you do not know is what happened when the ambassador was a mere twenty five miles from Imladris. He was ambushed by orcs and his two escorts would were slain and he himself would have been as well if he had not received timely assistance." There were some nods as those around the table considered the words. "Valentai here fought off the enemy and helped Tiraldórë to escape." Elrond turned to the ambassador. "I sent out a squad of troops to bury the men and the horses." The ambassador nodded his thanks.

Elrond looked around the table. "Valentai is a guest of mine and until he meets the High King he has an honorary position as a noble of Imladris." There were some murmurs and the silver haired elf to Valentai's left muttered something.

Elrond ignored the comments and looked to Valentai. "Since you have met only three of us, I will introduce the others." He nodded to the silver haired elf. "This is Vallarië, the son of Celembrimbor and thus, he is the last descendant of his great grandfather Fëanor. He is my overall military commander here and has had experience on innumerable occasions." The burning eyes briefly turned to Valentai and the hero saw the same burning fire that had made Fëanor respected, admired and feared all those centuries before. The son of Celembrimbor snorted and turned away. Elrond gave Valentai a slight grimace.

"Opposite Vallarië is Vlaimadous, one of my three company commanders. Once a soldier in the wars of Eregion he is one of the few nobles of that realm to still live with us here." Vallarië muttered something again but Valentai could not understand the language, a form of elvish.

"On Vlaimadous' left is Osturin who is another company commander but leads my cavalry into battle." The elf nodded slightly. He had jet black hair like many of his comrades and had blue eyes. "While not as famous as some other cavalry commanders I know, he still had a vital part in the wars of Eregion." Elrond said and the elf glared at him and said.

"It is not my fault if I cannot fight twenty of the enemy at once or be in the right position to charge every time." The elf said indignantly. Elrond chuckled.

"I spoke in jest my friend. Doubtless in the coming war you will have many chances to prove yourself."

"Under his command no doubt." Osturin said with scorn in his voice.

"That as maybe, you will still have much to do, both of you." Elrond said.

Gildor, sitting next to Valentai saw the heroes' look of confusion and smiled. He leaned over whilst the argument raged over the table.

"Lord Elrond should have known better." He said gleefully. "The commander of the cavalry in Lindon has a mutual disagreement with Osturin. Osturin was older and more senior but his rival was promoted over him." Valentai nodded and talked quietly back.

"Was it the right decision?"

Gildor smiled very grimly. "Yes it was. Lauronwë is a much better soldier than Osturin but don't let him hear you say that."

Valentai smiled his thanks but could not miss the look of anger and near hatred on the captain's pleasant face. The words were so bitter but it was not jealousy but deep loathing. Valentai decided it was not a good time to ask and looked up as Osturin finally sighed.

"As you wish lord regent." Elrond was not smiling as he looked around. "Now if that is settled we can continue."

"To his left is Culandil, an elf who represents those communities that still live in those lands outside of Imladris." The elf had green eyes and hair not unlike Valentai's and a scar across his chin and down to the right side of his throat. "He is another company commander and has served me well as ruler of the outlying lands that still have populations of the Eldar." Gildor leaned over again.

"He is half sylvan and half Sindar. They are a group apart from everyone else. They do not like being ruled by the High King but they dislike the elves of Lórinand and Greenwood more." Valentai chuckled as Elrond finished his introductions.

"Now Tiraldórë, you have talked with me about your mission to Annúminnas but the others know not of its results or otherwise."

Elrond sat and the ambassador stood up. "My lords, my meeting with the king went well. He agreed that more of his troops would be sent to garrison cities and towns near the sites of incursions. He reports that at the moment they are thankfully small. He has also released some ten score of his best rangers and trackers to send back word of any advance."

"Does he have any plans for the formation of a permanent force in this area?" Vlaimadous asked.

"He did not say as much but he said he would take further step to protect his borders if the raids continue."

"Which they will." Vallarië said. "We have nothing to stop their source. If we destroy one band, another will come eventually. I say that Elendil should be left to administer this problem."

There were murmurs of agreement and Elrond nodded. "I reluctantly agree. There is little we can do as of this moment." He thought for a moment. "Culandil, do you have any troops free?" The blonde elf looked a little cautious to answer as it was clear he did not want his people slaughtered in a border dispute.

"How many do you need? He asked.

"Fifty? Fifty good rangers. Volunteers." Elrond asked.

"I can get you fifty. What will they be doing?"

"Not fighting." Elrond said and saw the slight relief on the captain's face. "I want an evaluation of the situation and maybe to get in touch with the human commander and work out the situation."

"It will be done lord regent." Culandil said.

"Was that all Tiraldórë?" Vallarië said imperiously.

"No Lord Vallarië." The elf, much younger and less forceful than the silver haired lord said. "I met with the new Archduke of Annúminnas. He seems to be a trustworthy man and I would say he is a better holder of that title than any before.

"Not a difficult task." Vallarië said under his breath, which earned a look from Elrond.

"Thank you Tiraldórë." Vlaimadous said and turned to Valentai as the relieved elf sat and tried not to draw attention to himself. "Now Lord Valentai, what are your plans for your time here?"

Valentai smiled. "I plan to assist you in any way I can. My specialty is of course military preparation but I am equally able to fulfil most roles. Train your troops and then make sure they succeed on the battlefield."

Before anyone could say anything Elrond spoke up. "I have no definite final military command for Lord Valentai but I believe that there are other positions such as chief of staff to me available."

"I am sure the High King will make the right decision." Vlaimadous said with sympathy. "Are you good with a sword Valentai?" He asked and Valentai nodded.

"I have never been beaten in a straight duel." Valentai said and Vallarië smiled mockingly.

"A man of all trades then?" His voice was sneering.

"Vallarië." Elrond said with a little ice. The son of Celembrimbor's face twitched slightly as he nodded.

"Is there anything else?" Elrond asked as he looked back to the assembled council.

"I believe we should start passive rearmament. Make sure defences and weapons are ready in case of war. We do not want to be caught unprepared." Gildor said.

"I am in two minds about this. The last thing we want is to start a false call to arms. This happened you will all recall a few decades ago. No, we must have proof before we start sounding the bells of war. On the other hand, care should be taken to make sure each soldier has their equipment ready and that the rolls are up to date." Elrond said.

"Passive rearmament?" Osturin said thoughtfully. "A good phrase captain. I agree that we have time. Make sure we have the ability to assemble a force quickly and then leave it until we receive word from the High King."

Elrond nodded. "So be it. Do any of you object?" He asked and received no answer. He nodded. "I will have the armouries commence work and have extra materials ordered in."

Elrond stood. "My friends, we shall meet again tonight. In the name of the High King, peace go with you." He pronounced and the elves stood and after saluting they walked to the doors. Elrond looked over the exiting figures and nodded slowly.

Valentai walked in his usual dignified manner from the room and down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he found Gildor waiting for him. The elf smiled as Valentai, the last to leave walked down the stairs. Gildor looked at the person who he knew was a normal man by appearance but in every other aspect he was a totally different matter. He was obviously a good person and despite his looks was an intelligent and brave person. There was also a flicker of ruthlessness in his eyes. It was difficult to see past the expression of the well worn traveller which was a disguise he wore like a cloak. Gildor shook himself out of his daze and saluted. Valentai smiled.

"Ah, Gildor. An interesting day yes?" He asked.

"Yes indeed. I hope you did not take offence at the words of Vallarië."

"I am above such things. I have acquired a large amount of patience in that area at least. Thank you though."

The elf smiled. "That was not what I was going to ask you. What I was going to say is that I have been appointed as trainer of troops who have not fought before. There are not as many here as in Lindon but there are a few children and others born during the times of peace."

"I see." Valentai grimaced. "So I suppose that you and I will be trying to hammer sense into them."

"Yes we will. I have never done it before to untrained soldiers."

Valentai breathed out slowly. "You are good with a sword?"

"One of the best in Imladris." The elf stated without ego.

"Then we give them a demonstration. I will do what I can but we have only a limited amount of time." He looked down at the ground floor and then asked the elf. "When?"

"Tomorrow and an hour to noon. Can you fire a bow?"

Valentai smiled. "I can. Whether it hits anything is another matter." Gildor laughed.

"Until then Lord Valentai." Gildor said and strode away.

"He seems to be quite enamoured of you." Came a voice behind Valentai. The hero had been looking through windows in line with his face over the distant mountains to the east. Valentai turned and reached for a sword that was not there. He saw who it was and relaxed.

"I am sorry I surprised you Valentai." Elrond said, not looking sorry in the least.

"I should be on guard more. He does seem to like me for some reason."

Elrond came to stand beside him. "It is a difficult task and you will do it better as friends than rivals."

"Is there another language here?" Valentai asked unexpectedly. "Where I have gone there is the elvish language close to what you call Sindarin. What we are using now. Is there another though? The words Vallarië spoke were similar but still different."

"It is called Quenya, the high tongue. It is rarely used these days, in the first age it was the common language but as time passed it has been reserved for ceremonies, names and other miscellaneous uses."

"Do you know it?" Valentai asked, interested.

"I do, and so do most of those who lived around my time. Any who lived in Beleriand or need it as an ambassador or noble for example do."

"Would you mind if I learnt it?" Valentai asked.

"Feel free my friend. Silmarë will teach you I am sure if she has time."

"Good. I had best be going then."

Elrond nodded as Valentai walked down the stairs and away. The lord of Imladris nodded and walked up the stairs, followed by Keldoräth. The regent looked over to his bodyguard.

"Something has just occurred to me. Gildor, Valentai and Silmarë." He said with concern but not a little humour. He could sense trouble here eventually. The other elf smiled secretly.

"Gildor has no ill feelings towards her although Milotüré does. And where will Gildor's loyalty go?" The elf said, thinking about an incident which accounted for Silmarë's presence in Imladris. Alone, he was much more like a friend than a servant or bodyguard.

"We both know the answer to that. Let us hope that he does not inadvertently start anything between them again. I have never seen either of them so angry. For both being elf ladies, they both have a rare temper towards each other." Elrond said thoughtfully and walked on.

"You do know who he reminds me of." Keldoräth stated and Elrond smiled slightly.

"I do indeed. Maybe that is why Gildor likes him so much. We all search for those we trust, even when they are gone."

"I hope Valentai lives up to the expectations." Keldoräth said thoughtfully and walked on, followed by the regent.

** Author's Notes – Imladris **

Please note, I will not explain what those last six lines mean. The reader will find out eventually. It is the start of something that was added far later than this chapter was written.

I have never liked the layout of Imladris in the books. It seems to suggest there are just one or two buildings there. It is strange and it is impractical. I like my layout and it is the one I will use forevermore. In my opinion it makes it more of a town than a simple house.

There are many references to the war of Eregion in this chapter and the next, this is deliberate. Elves have long memories and all the important Eldar were at least alive then. Most fought in the battles and some did not.

Gildor is a character who I decided to use. He is mentioned a grand total of fifteen times over four pages in the Lord of the Rings. I decided to make him a much larger character and a foil for Valentai. (And others when we get to them.)

I like Erestor but unfortunately he has a relatively small role in this story. It is a shame; I like the petulant but good natured elven chief of household. One final note on honorifics. I do not use 'sir' or 'sire' as they seem out of context. Instead I use 'lord' followed by the title. Lord duke, lord king and so on. It sounds more authentic

Cue dramatic scene!

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