Before we start I would like to thank Spirit of Tolkien for their review. Although I do not necessarily agree with your sentiments, it is good to have a balanced review to show me my shortcomings. However, I never claimed to be true to the canon as this is beyond my meagre skills as a writer. I mentioned in the foreword that the names were not going to be genuine and that still stands. I have neither the time, skill or linguistic ability to create genuine names so I used what I could.
As for the titles of rulers; sure they are not there but they are not mentioned as not being there. Gondor and Arnor must have rulers like this and what would you have as a title? This is irrelevant anyway, like the names, I know they are wrong and so do you. Thus we balance.
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Chapter 4b – A Familiar Stranger SA 3428
An elf was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He came over to Valentai. He was nervous by the look of his movements and the sound of his voice. "Lord Valentai?"
"Yes my friend. I am he."
"I am Aëorith, if you would care to follow me?" He suggested tentatively.
"Lead on my friend." He turned to Gildor. "Talk to you later?"
"Of course my friend. Go and get settled in. I will be with you shortly."
Valentai turned back to Aëorith. "Lead on."
The elf nodded. He had blonde hair like his charge and wore a simple cloak and tunic of grey. As they walked along, Valentai asked his age.
"Four hundred and nine my lord." He said and Valentai laughed.
"Lord Valentai is good enough. I am actually older than someone." The hero mused aloud and Aëorith looked at him.
"Lord Valentai?" He asked in confusion
"One thing to remember my friend is that looks can be deceiving. I am not as I appear. I am over twelve hundred years old though I seem to your eyes just as old as the Archduke."
The shorter elf looked up into his eyes and saw he was serious. Aëorith nodded slowly. "It is strange Lord Valentai, but when I first saw you I knew you were not the same as the Archduke or any human who has come before. There is something in your eyes that reminds me of the High King." He looked up warily. "Pardon my bluntness." He said as though he expected an outburst. Valentai laughed instead and clapped the elf on the shoulder, softly.
"I like you already my friend. Never be afraid to say what you mean at the right moment. You see further than many of your kin and yet you are an attendant?"
"I have not had the opportunity for anything else. My parent died in a storm at sea and I had to grow up with Earrató. He is good to me and has promised me higher titles but when that will be I cannot say."
Valentai was not looking at the beautiful streets as he walked through them. He was walking with instinct and thinking. As the elf said the last words he murmured aloud. "The sacrifices of immortality." He said and Aëorith looked at him.
"Lord Valentai?" He asked, not hearing properly.
Instead of repeating, Valentai looked at the young elf. "I have a proposition for you my young friend. You are in a situation where you can go no further and presumably never leave this land, at least not for many years. I cannot see the future exactly but I can see war on the horizon. If war comes then much will change my friend. Though I do not know what role I will play, I have no doubt that I will have some part to play. If I do, I cannot do it alone. In short, I need an aide, a person who can follow me and write and translate and organise." He looked at the elf. "I am asking you, starting from the day we leave this city that you ride with me. It will be hard and only two things are certain; I will demand the best from you and if you do that then I will reward you. And if this war finishes in victory then I will do what I can to help you, not as lord to servant but as a friend and a companion. Are you willing?"
The elf stopped in shock and looked at Valentai. He saw the beep blue eyes that flashed with gold and he tried to speak, to pull his gaze away.
"You have only met me a few minutes ago." He protested feebly.
Valentai also stopped and looked into the blue eyes of the elf. Valentai was six foot four and despite the elf being over average height, he still had to look up into Valentai's eyes. The hero smiled.
"When you have lived as long as me and seen what I have Aëorith, you will understand the need to judge a person's character precisely and correctly. I can see in you great strength and wisdom and you cannot use those in this position. If you decline I will quite understand, but I think it is what you want is it not?"
"It is yes Lord Valentai. I am a little afraid of it but I am willing."
"There is nothing to be afraid of. Certainly do not be afraid of me. Only if you betray me do you need fear me but I think that that is not in you. Only one question remains, can you read and speak both common and Sindarin?" He asked.
"I can. I can do both well."
"Good. Then what is your answer?" Valentai asked gently. The elf looked at him stoically.
"I accept. And thank you Lord Valentai. Thank you for trusting me." The elf seemed close to tears.
"Then if you swear that as long as you serve me that you will work with me and follow my instructions then I in return swear that I shall do my best for you as long as you shall be in my service. After my meeting tomorrow with the High King I will see Earrató and ask him to release you."
"Thank you." The elf said seriously.
"Remember that if you desire to leave my service, you only need to ask and I will have you transferred to any service you wish." Valentai looked at the sun. "Come on my friend, show me my room and you can be my aide in this city as well."
The elf nodded eagerly and Valentai followed his progress through the streets. Eventually, as they neared the docks by the sea shore, Aëorith stopped and pointed to a large white stone building of some four stories. Valentai had seen that the land had sloped down to the sea very steeply in front of these buildings. The building was of similar construction to the one he stayed in at Imladris except it was two and a half times higher and had no rooms on the ground floor. This was because of the wall that ran along the front to the sea and river shore would impede sight too much. To compensate for this, a wide stone set of stairs ran up to the second floor corridor. Aëorith led him up the stairs and then up two internal flights of stairs. The corridors were just as well furnished and as good looking as the building in Imladris. Aëorith led him along a corridor on the highest story and to a door of dark wood. He opened it with a key and handed the key to Valentai who took it and went inside.
The room inside the door was at one time the same and different to his room in Imladris. The room was smaller but was more luxurious and had a view over harbour and sea that was perfect to look at. The room had a bed in the left hand corner by the window. Next to that was a tall cabinet with a glass top section and four large wooden draws below it. To the right was a table with chairs and writing implements. Beyond that was a wardrobe built into the wall and on the right hand corner the window was a bathroom. Though smaller, it had everything his other room had had with less open space. The walls were painted white but had delicate portraits of scenes long lost to the eyes of man or elf on them. Valentai nodded his approval to Aëorith and put his sword down on the bed.
"Very good Aëorith. Have my belongings sent up as soon as they arrive."
"I will do that." The elf said and left the room.
"Good fellow." Valentai said indistinctly and walked to the balcony where the sun was setting in a blaze of light to his right. Valentai unslung his cloak and bag and put them with his sword. He was walking into the bathroom when there came a knock at the door. He looked around, wondering who it could be and walked to the door. He pulled open the door and saw the humoured face of Gildor watching him with an amused smile. Valentai stood back and let the elf enter.
"I see you found me." Valentai said and the elf smiled.
"Of course I did. I knew where you would be staying from the attendant that showed me here. He had no real need to; I have stayed in that room every time I have been here since the war." He looked at Valentai again and frowned. "Still dressed for the kill?" He asked.
"I only just arrived. My belongings should be up shortly."
Gildor laughed. "Did your one get lost?"
"No, I just talked to him. Anyway you managed to get there rather quickly."
"I knew the way better than he did." The elf chuckled. "I was only here when the city was finished so I think I know my way around."
"Come and sit down. I see they have some wine here. Do you want some?" Valentai asked.
"How can I refuse such an offer?" Gildor asked grandly and sat at the table.
There was another knock at the door and Valentai opened it to reveal Aëorith with his two bags that he walked in and placed on the bed. He stood in the corner until Valentai smiled at him.
"You may go Aëorith. See me at dusk tomorrow and I will have your answer. Go on." Valentai said and the elf saluted and left. Valentai smiled as he turned back to Gildor who shook his head.
"You have been here for two hours and already you have them on your side. Me, after two thousand years they dislike me."
"Well I guess I have a way with people." Valentai said and the elf chuckled.
"Anyway, what do you think of Santäissa and the High King?"
"I think that both, from my small experience are worthy of admiration."
"So do I my friend. The High King is the only ruler I have ever known and he has never once led us astray. While the land of Eregion fell, he governed fittingly and won that war despite the odds. If he has a fault it is that he is too trusting of people and their intentions." He saw Valentai's look. "Not you I mean. I mean others; even we have had traitors in our ranks in the past."
"He will not fail you." Valentai said and Gildor nodded.
"You are right. At least we have allies this time. Last time." He shrugged. "It was us alone." He brightened up. "If you have another story then perhaps we can enliven the evening until the nightly meal arrives."
Before Valentai could say a word somebody knocked on the door. Valentai sighed.
"Would you get that Gildor, I have had to answer it twice already."
"Fine, not getting weak are you?" He called over his shoulder.
"Not while you are around to see it." Valentai called back and the elf laughed as he pulled open the door.
Outside the door was a familiar face to the elven captain. She had not changed since that day when they had drawn swords together last on that plain by the lake. He gasped in surprise and stepped back and she smiled.
"Gildor, Captain Gildor I presume." She said softly and the captain fought his surprise.
"Milotüré, so good of you to join us." He said and stepped back to let her into the room.
"That is lord captain to you my old friend." She said sweetly and Gildor growled.
"How did you find me here?" He asked.
"I didn't. You might have run over all of Santäissa but I simply asked that young elf outside the door if he had seen you and he had."
"Blonde hair, young?" Gildor asked.
"The very same. Why, trying to hide from me?" She asked and he stepped back again.
"Of course not, why would you think that?" He asked. To Valentai's eyes it was a strange sight to see the captain utterly overcome by the confident elf lady. She was utterly unlike Silmarë in everyway, from physical to attitude to personality. She was tall, about six feet with jet black hair that framed a face of eternal youth and beauty and eyes like cut blue crystal. Her whole being radiated charm and intelligence whilst her face was full of amusement. She was different from Silmarë but that was not a bad thing in Valentai's mind, not a bad thing at all. Gildor turned angrily to Valentai and Milotüré noticed there was another person in the room.
"It was your boy Valentai. If he had not given me away I could have-" He stopped and she pushed him aside lightly.
"Hidden from me? Do you remember the last time that someone tried that on me?" She asked and Gildor shuddered.
"Good, because I am sure that Lord Malas has not." She said and looked at Valentai with a frown. He stood and walked across too her. Gildor stepped forward. "High Captain Milotüré, this is Lord Valentai and vice versa." He said.
"Thank you Captain Gildor. I see you have some respect in you for those better than yourself."
Gildor growled and walked past Valentai. As he did he spoke quietly.
"Be careful, she bites." He said and she snapped up to look at him.
"I heard that captain. My senses were always better than yours. Now move along unless you would like a scar like the one I gave Malas." He shuddered and fled into the bathroom, supposedly to get a glass of water.
Valentai took her hand and kissed it gently. "My lady." He said with a touch of humour in his voice.
"You aren't afraid of me are you?" She said in disappointment. She brightened. "Not yet anyway."
"I am not yet so before you send me scurrying away like Gildor there; let us look over the sea."
She smiled. To her eyes, this human was quite charming. She had not heard of him, not yet.
"From what Gildor said this morning, you are something of a firebrand." She smiled wickedly.
"Did he say that did he?" She asked. She yelled over her shoulder. "Gildor! Get out here!" She shouted and she heard the door to the pump room being locked. She smiled.
"I am surprised that he has not died of fright. I suppose he will wonder why he came back at all." Valentai said.
"That, Valentai is the idea." She pushed her hair away from her face so her ears stood out. Like all her kin they were pointed and extended by an inch. She saw his gaze and raised her eyebrows. "So who are you? I have never heard your name before."
"I was the leader of the troops just two months back who defeated the orcs at the Morinath pass." She stared at him in a mix of shock and admiration.
"So it was you." She said gnomically.
"Me? I do not follow." Valentai said, staring into her eyes.
She looked away over the sea. "I had this dream. You may think it strange but I saw you, or I thought I did. I saw you through the smoke of battle and I heard your name cheered. 'Valentai' they called and you raised that sword on the bed over the foe."
Valentai looked at her keenly. "Could you have seen the future, or maybe my past?"
"I do not know. I was sure it was here but I do not know. All I know is that it was you."
"Why would such a vision come to you?" He asked. Valentai knew she was serious and he believed her.
"I do not know that either." She looked back at him. "Are you going to the council tomorrow?"
"I am. I meet the High King beforehand and then we shall see what happens." She nodded thoughtfully.
"Well I am glad I have met you. Now all I have to do is find Gildor." She said with inappropriate happiness.
"From what people had told me about the two of you I thought you were more." He paused. "Well, friendly."
She gave him a wintry smile. "Make no mistake Valentai, Gildor is like a brother to me. Never think that I love him in any other way. We grew up together, as hard as it is to imagine that we were young once. We have been friends for more than two thousand years and have never broken that tie."
"And your other friend?" Valentai asked. Her eyes flashed for a second and then she nodded sadly.
"I suppose you saw him at the grave." She stated.
"Yes I did. I did not know that such a side existed in him."
"We all keep parts of ourselves hidden Valentai, even you. Morantar was my friend but more than that he was another brother. He was slightly older than us, a hundred years and so he was like a father sometimes when we were young." She sighed. "When he fell, I felt as though a third of my heart had been torn out. Gildor felt as bad as me I know. Now Gildor lives in Imladris and comes only rarely, not out of a break of friendship but because we have grown apart now. Do not mistake our teasing, I love him as I would my father and I would never let anything happen to him if I could." She looked at him in surprise. "Why am I telling you all this?" She asked in puzzlement.
"Because I will listen my lady." She nodded.
"I will see you tomorrow. I hope we can talk again. Maybe you can tell me of yourself."
"Of course High Captain." He said and bowed.
She hit his shoulder lightly. "Stop that. I do not stand on ceremony or anything like that. Take care of yourself Valentai." She said and turned to the door. "Gildor Inglorian if you do not emerge this instant then I will make you wish you were never born!" She said loudly and the flustered elf came out of the room with a water jug. She strode over and seized it from him.
"This will do nicely for your insolence. I will see you tomorrow, maybe." She said and strode to the door. Then she stopped and, putting down the jug she turned to Valentai, serious again.
"I remember now. There was a banner of what looked like a white tree on a black background and you had a wound on the left leg."
"The banner of Gondor." Gildor said, all acting gone and she nodded.
"So it was either a dream or a premonition." Valentai said, not knowing which one he preferred.
She looked at him and smiled as though she laughed at a joke only she knew and then she turned and left the room without another sound.
Gildor smiled and followed her out into the hallway, closing the door. Aëorith was still there and Milotüré led her friend down the hallway and looked into the blue eyes of the elf that she trusted more than anyone else in the world.
"So who is he really?" She asked directly and Gildor smiled slightly.
"He is not a normal human as you may have guessed. He is a very nice person, a good commander and honourable." Gildor said and she nodded with a frown.
"He reminds me of-" She said slowly but Gildor held up his hand.
"I thought of that too. Is that why you were looking at him like that?" Gildor asked in utter seriousness.
For a moment she looked shocked and angry from the question then she shook her head. "I do not know what you are talking about." She said, unable to meet her adopted brother's eyes with her own.
Gildor took her chin gently. "Milotüré. You know I only wish for you to do what you think is right. I will not interfere whatever happens, it is not my place to tell you what to do."
She nodded very slowly. Then she stepped back. "I do not know what you mean. I was just interested in him." She said defensively and Gildor raised his hand.
"But who were you interested in my hawk? The person you wish to see or the one who was really there?"
She sniffed slightly and inclined her head. "I do not wish to talk about this anymore." She said and then looked at Gildor. "Please." She said quietly and the other elf nodded.
"I have missed you, sister." He said and she nodded, happier that the subject had been changed.
"And I you, brother." She responded and embraced him for a moment and then stood back. "I hope to see you tomorrow." She said and walked towards the entrance whilst Gildor went back to Valentai's room.
The door clicked and Gildor looked at him with the rakish smile again. He waited a few minutes and then led Valentai to the balcony.
"Some friendly advice, do not go there." He said and Valentai looked at him. The elf smiled grimly. "Do not think that I am saying that because of me or anyone else. I am saying it so you are not disappointed. Milotüré has never known love like that and always has she turned aside the offers of those who ask. I am not her keeper of course and if she agrees then I wish you luck but be aware that she has never accepted in the past and many have offered."
"I do not know what you mean." Valentai said half-heartedly.
"Your face may be unreadable and I may not know you enough to read your eyes but I can read her like a book. I saw what she looked at you like." He said.
"And you do not like her?" Valentai asked, unable to keep the question back any longer.
"Not in that way my friend. As I heard her say to you, we grew up together. I love her like a sister, not as anything else. Never think that I stand in your way." He said softly.
"You have a strange way with people." Valentai said as he sat down again. The captain smiled.
"I treat people the way they want to be treated."
He looked out over the sea and up to the moon. He sighed.
"It is getting late. I have a busy day tomorrow no doubt. You of course have the council so I should let you get some sleep."
"Yes, you had better go and rest. You look tired." Valentai said and the elf nodded.
"Do you want me to dismiss your boy?" He asked.
"If he is still there. I cannot think why he would be, I told him to go off."
"What did you say to him?" Gildor asked, interested.
"If war comes or when I leave Santäissa, he is coming with me. In war as an aide or in peace as a companion until he choses to move on."
Gildor smiled. "You are a person Valentai who either makes friends or enemies, nothing in between."
"I hope I make more of the first than the last." Valentai said.
"Maybe. I am five doors down to the right. Talk to you tomorrow." The elf nodded and walked out the door.
Valentai looked around the room and decided there was nothing he could do tonight and so he lay down to sleep, the images of this day and the new day in his mind.
For his meeting with the High King, Valentai had chosen his most formal clothes, A blue and grey silk tunic crossed with gold and covered by a cloak of grey. Valentai drew the sword and looked as the light travelled up the blade. It was indeed a work of art, beautiful and deadly. He sheathed it and hung the blade from his right hip. It always surprised people that he was left handed. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled as he thought of how absurd he would have looked to his father. He pushed it aside and turned to the door. He exited the room and walked down the three sets of stairs to the street level. He could see the palace and headed for it through the maze of streets. It was still early in the morning and he had a mind to look around the palace before he met with the High King. The elves of Santäissa stopped to watch him past and none could doubt that he was fit to wear the attire of an elven noble. Valentai walked on until he came to the processional street in the middle of the city. It seemed that except on formal or high days, it was busy with people and the street was lined with merchants, both man and elf and here and there a dwarf or two. Valentai gently brushed off those who tried to sell him things and walked on. The sun was rising behind him and the white marble of the palace was brilliant in the chill air. Finally, he broke clear of the press of people and walked to the bottom of the stairs. To his left was a walled area where trees and fountains could be heard or seen and Valentai supposed it was a garden of some description. To his right was a building which seemed to be a civic building of some description. Valentai walked that way and saw that the three storied white stone building was a library and behind it, the shape of an amphitheatre rose. Valentai looked at the son rising over the hills to the east and reasoned he had a few hours to entertain himself. He smiled and walked forward. A guard was at the door which was unusual and Valentai was wondering why when the elf held his spear across the entrance. Valentai sighed at the situation.
"Is this the library?" The guard nodded but did not move otherwise. "Are you going to let me past?" Valentai prompted.
"Only those with the leave of the High King may enter. I have no such information concerning you." The elf in that moment personified the majority of his race's prejudice towards humans. Unthinking and irrational it was nevertheless a powerful force.
"Let him past." Came a commanding voice from the shadows behind the guard. The guard jumped and saluted.
"My lord I have been tasked with-" He began.
"I will take responsibility for his actions. If I am not mistaken that he is Lord Valentai, companion of Elrond." Valentai nodded.
"I am he." Valentai said. The guard was still blocking the way but now moved reluctantly aside.
Now he was no longer in the doorway, Valentai could to see the elf who had spoken up for him. He was tall, as tall as his king and with the same piercing eyes which showed age and compassion. Where his master's hair was black like a raven's feather, his was as golden as the sun. There was something about this elf that was different from all of them except possibly the High King. There was a glow coming from his skin like it was like painted glass over a bright light. The elf bowed to Valentai.
"I am Glorfindel of Gondolin, regent of Harlindon and High Captain of Lindon."
Valentai nodded. "You seem to know already who I am."
"Well I know your name but I know little else about you. Such as why you are here at only two hours after sunrise."
"I could ask the same of you." Valentai asked but he thought he knew the answer.
"Have you not heard about me?" Glorfindel asked surprisingly.
"Well I know of a Glorfindel of Gondolin who-" Valentai stopped and the elf nodded. "I thought that you were named after him. Named after a hero." Glorfindel laughed and the sound was musical in the entrance to the building.
"I am he." He finally confirmed.
"From the tale I heard you fell into the gorge after you defeated the daemon of might."
Glorfindel looked pained at the memory.
"Indeed I did and on that day I was slain. I was brought before Mandos to answer for my actions. I was judged to be of pure and I was given the choice of doom. I could return and serve my king or I could to go to rest, unfulfilled. I chose to return for my king."
"You must have had great loyalty to the High King to choose that." Valentai observed.
Glorfindel looked at him as though Valentai had said something peculiar. "Gil-Galad is not the king I returned for." He said as though it was obvious. There was something about the elf that reminded Valentai of Gildor, the same exterior masking a serious and purposeful interior.
"I do not understand." Valentai said.
"I never knew Gil-Galad before I died. I died for the safety of Eärendil and ultimately his children. Turgon, the king of Gondolin is my king and Elrond is the last of his kin. Elrond is my lord and to him do I owe my eternal allegiance. To the High King I serve and obey of course but I fight for Lord Elrond."
"Then why are you here and not in Imladris?" Valentai asked, puzzled by the whole conversation.
"Elrond is much like his father, and his mother really. He is stubborn and he says he does not need a bodyguard. So I am here instead."
"He has a bodyguard." Valentai said.
"Not really. Keldoräth is a friend who he would not be parted from after all this time. The same is true of Linados, the guard of the High King. Neither need a guard but they are there as friends."
"I see. I am pleased to speak with you my friend. When did you return?"
"I returned just before the wars of Eregion and the High King saw me as truthful and made me leader of the second great company, which title I hold until this day" He looked at Valentai. "Come inside from this cold air. You will be at the council?"
"I will yes, but I meet the High King at two hours to midday."
"Gildor told me of you. I went to see him last night. He spoke highly of you."
"As he did of you. You are friends?"
"Yes, for many centuries. So, you came to spend time here did you?" The elf laughed.
"I did, yes. You have not answered my question, why are you here so early?"
Glorfindel shrugged and led him into the main room. "I always try to get here early on the day I meet Gil-Galad" He smiled at Valentai. "I was late once and all he said was 'thank you Glorfindel, now if we may begin?'" He laughed. "That is more frightening than a tirade I can tell you."
"You remind me of Gildor you know?" Valentai said and the elf turned an amused face on him.
"So on the first day we meet you insult me?" He said and laughed. "I hope that I a good thing."
"It is. I assure you." Valentai said.
The library was larger than the outside would suggest for it was stacked from floor to ceiling with books and scrolls and tablets. Wooden gantries ran across the room at regular intervals so that a reader could find what he sought. The building was three stories tall but was much larger in area than the library of Imladris. The building had a taller western side than east or north or south. This direction looked onto the gardens of the palace of Gil-Galad. The sun streamed in through mighty windows upon this western side and was aided by enormous clear glass sky lights above. There must have been a score of elves in the building and all were reading from various texts they had taken down.
"I can see why you come here. Not even in a thousand years could you read everything here." Valentai said and Glorfindel nodded. "Why the guard on the door?" Valentai asked and the elf shrugged.
"This is perhaps the greatest library in the world and only those that the High King can trust are allowed in. All others use the smaller depository further down near the bay.
For near two hours the two moved through the building and pulled down various texts and read them aloud to each other.
Finally Glorfindel looked up at the sun through the room's windows and gasped.
"You have a meeting with the king now."
"I have not forgotten. I have about a quarter hour more but I will go. Do you know where my quarters are?"
"Yes."
"Do not hesitate to call on me. Gildor usually comes most nights but I am sure he would not mind if you came as well."
"Until midday then." Glorfindel took his gloved hand. "Friend?" He asked.
"Friend." Valentai confirmed.
Valentai walked from the room and into the light of the sun. He saw that he would be on time so he walked up the stairs swiftly. At the top, Linados stood. The bodyguard smiled as the hero approached and saluted,
"You are right on time Lord Valentai. The High King finished his meeting with the Archduke a half hour ago."
"Thank you." Valentai said and Linados opened the door so he could step in.
"Lord king. I present Lord Valentai Dal-Moriath Telequéntai." Evidently, Elrond must have told the bodyguard the full name.
Gil-Galad was facing out the window on the far side of the chamber. All that could be seen was a blue cloak, plain except for some characters in an ancient language on the hem and his black hair. The shape nodded slowly.
"Thank you Linados. You are dismissed. Wait outside the door."
"Lord king I-" Linados began to protest.
"Now please." The king said and Linados bowed and hurriedly left the room. It was clear that the High King never had to ask three times. There was silence in the room as Valentai stood near the doorway. This room was evidently a private meeting room for the High King. Near the door was a set of four stairs that led down into the centre of the room. The while of the room was thus surrounded by an overlooking level. Valentai supposed it was so more people could watch a speaker in the room's centre. There was a door in the middle of the north and south walls which led into other chambers. The western wall, directly ahead of Valentai faced high over the sea, far beyond was a shimmer of rain. On the wall to the left of Gil-Galad was a map of Lindon and to the right was a map of Beleriand, drawn for his father Fingon when he was High King. Gil-Galad turned from the entrance to the balcony facing west and looked at the hero.
Ereinion Gil-Galad was the very image of a king. His face, unreadable and his eyes bright. His bearing was tall and his voice commanding but compassionate like his gaze. A born leader and a natural king. Gil-Galad seemed to be assessing Valentai as well, looking deep into the blue eyes. Finally he spoke.
"Please Lord Valentai, sit. Put the sword by the door if you do not like its encumbrance." Valentai nodded and unslung it and set it by the door. He sat down opposite the High King who had not taken his large chair but had taken a simple chair. He poured from a decanter of wine and offered it to Valentia who took it.
"Now to the real purpose of the day." The elf king said and stood. He seemed so much more commanding when he stood, the cloak billowing about him and the light from his clothes and eyes shining. "I have heard much about you but I wanted to see you in person, alone before the council. A strange story, Elrond was right but it is not the strangest that I have seen. The question in my mind now is, what do want?" He asked.
"Only what I can give lord king. I ask for no favours, only that you consider that I can help you."
"So I can see. What do you think of the current situation?"
"War is coming to you. Whether you desire it or not and even I can see it will be a war like no other I have heard of on this world."
"I spoke with the Archduke before you came in as you know. He is of the strong opinion that forming an alliance is the only way to fight this war. I know for a fact though that that is not the view of all in either this army or theirs. It is no accident that Elendil sent the noble best at convincing people or the one who is most passionate about an alliance."
"What is clear lord king are two things. First, we cannot initiate the alliance; they must do it of their own resolve. Secondly we cannot march to war by ourselves or form an alliance without a pretext to do so."
Gil-Galad nodded at the words. "That is why you are useful to me. You think from a different perspective, obviously so but very different. And of course you are right, as Tiraldórë would tell you if he had not let loose his passion on the subject, we cannot start a war without a pretext. Such a move would not only be dangerous but counterproductive. You know of the structure of our army?"
"I know in general terms." Valentai said, wondering what this had to do with the topic.
"War is a last resort for the Eldar. When we go to war, the greater part of the population will join in that conflict. I do not want a war but I will not hesitate to fight one if it is thrust upon me. You can see my problem as king; I must balance the survival of the nation against the survival of the world." He looked at Valentai again.
"I think that when war comes you will be more useful then you know. I have a position in mind for you, a posting that will suit you. However, I will not tell you what it is until it has employment. Rest assured that you will not be forgotten. Celedaih will not approve but I must look beyond his whims. You have experience in more fighting than even Malas and that will make you invaluable. That time can wait however."
"I appreciate you words lord king."
"Thank you. I confirm your position as a rightful lord of Imladris. That gives you the official title of Lord Valentai. For now. It also allows you to sit at my councils."
"That is good. I am thankful."
"I have never met Prince Anárion or Prince Isildur but from what I have heard, Anárion is truer to his father. Many regret he was not born first and is thus not the crown prince."
"It seems folly to build a city in the land of the enemy. Tiraldórë told me that even Elendil would not consider abandoning the city."
"To that I agree at least. Why, you ask? It is there; foolish though it was to build it in front of the foe it is done. If it is given up without a fight then our enemies will count that as a victory. The blow to morale will be heavy."
"The city will fall though. How much of a blow to moral will that be?" Valentai asked.
"Very well then. Consider it a matter of pride then. That is why I will need you in a war. You are not influenced by past memories or experiences here. You will try to do what is militarily right." Gil-Galad looked at the hourglass on the wall.
"It is near midday. How time does pass. Please allow me a few minutes to prepare myself. Enjoy the balcony and send in my bodyguard."
"Of course lord king." He stopped. "Lord king, who is your heir? You have no children."
The king looked pained and his mask split for a moment. Then he composed himself.
"As all know, I never did marry. I thought that the demands of kingship were too great and they were. I see my error though. I have no official heir, not yet but all know who I will choose. Do not ask me though." The High King almost challenged Valentai to make a further comment with his look. The hero considered it and rejected it.
"I was curious. I will see you imminently lord king." Valentai said and exited.
Linados saluted and went inside the door and closed it. Valentai looked over the city. He could see several elves, presumably of the council climbing the stairs. He also saw the Archduke in the company of Tiraldórë who had been allowed to attend this meeting because of the news he carried. Valentai saw the looks directed at him by those who did not know who he was. At the head of the party was Elrond who nodded to Valentai.
"Your meeting went well?" He asked without any other introduction or greeting.
"Indeed lord regent. The High King says he has plans for me but would not state what they were.'
Elrond nodded. He knew exactly what the High King had in mind but was not about to tell Valentai if the High King did not. "I knew he would. I hope of course that it need not come to that."
"Little chance of that I fear lord regent."
Elrond nodded and walked forward to greet each of the other elves as they mounted the stairs. Glorfindel nodded to him as did the Archduke. Even Milotüré gave him a small smile and an ironic bow. One of the other three he had not met nodded to him and would have come over to introduce him when the door behind them opened and Linados stepped out onto the open space at the top of the stairs.
"My lords and friends, please come in. I am glad to see you are on time." The bodyguard smiled and led the way inside. As Valentai entered they were directed through the door to his right. The table which he and the High King had sat at held only seven places, not enough for this meeting and so they entered the larger room.
This room was longer, narrower and less richly furnished but held a large table that could seat twelve, although only ten places were set The room was a rectangle, some fifteen feet wide and forty foot long. The ceiling held two chandeliers which would not be needed for the noonday son fell upon the table through glass skylights. On the far side of the room was a door that led to the balcony on the left and one that led down an exterior staircase to the remainder of the palace. The council members took what seemed like their usual seats. The two centre most chairs were left unused. Valentai was wondering where he was supposed to go when Elrond waved him to a chair on his left and the Archduke to his right. Elrond sat opposite the High King, fitting his rank and importance.
Gil-Galad looked around his table, re-orientating himself with those present. He had not had a full council meeting like this in ninety four years. Usually one or more member was away in their lands, almost always, Elrond was not in attendance because of his regency of Eregion.
To his right was Círden of the havens. The white beard and eyes ever watchful. As a key councillor and friend, the old elf had that position of honour. Gil-Galad had known the old shipwright since before the breaking of Beleriand. When he had been orphaned after his father's death he had been partly raised by the elf. Ever had Círden been beside him in peace, and managing his realm during war. There was only one person that the High King trusted more and that was the half-elf opposite him. Elrond was his most trusted friend, a son in everything in blood and it was well known that if the High King ever died then he was the unofficial heir. Gil-Galad knew that when the war began, he would have to make this announcement official. To the left of Gil-Galad was Malas, his second in command of the army. Although this role was technically Elrond's as well, the half elf was sensible enough to bow to the suggestions of the grim elf warrior.
Malas was a tall, strong and valiant elf who had seen much of war and was the most experienced soldier in the world. Fighting first with Fingolfin in his younger days, the elf had led a small relief party to rescue the survivors of Gondolin. He had gained fame there after he had held off a score of orcs until the eagles of Mandos could arrive. After this, he had been the Captain General in the army of the young High King Gil-Galad and his minister of war. When the time had come for the final battle against the enemy of the world, Malas had led the troops, the king learning from his experience. During those wars he had truly gained fame for there, together with Maeldin they had slain a daemon of might. The elf commander still bore the scar, a white burn like a claw mark against the tanned skin. It had missed his right eye by inches and torn down in an arch to his throat. The elf's eyes were blue like a cloudy sea. Malas had been the natural choice for commander although there had been arguments for Maeldin to be put in his place. Gil-Galad reckoned it was all academic, Maeldin was dead and Malas was where he would have been anyway. In that war, Malas had always fought in the front rank and had never retreated, always holding his ground like a rock. The elf acknowledged his gaze with a nod which brought his black hair over his face. He pushed it back and grimaced.
To his left was his most senior High Captain. And the most troublesome Gil-Galad reflected. Celedaih was another elf of Beleriand who still lived and fought. Maeldin's close friend and subordinate, he had replaced the popular commander and proved to have all of his predecessor's bravery and impulsiveness. Unfortunately he had also picked up the other elf's lack of patience and common sense. Celedaih had been the commander of the first company, a unit of the best troops in the army. Elves from Beleriand who still fought for the future in most cases and vengeance in others. Wearing their old armour and carrying their ancient swords they were terrible. Celedaih had long black hair like most of those at the table and eyes as bright as Vallarië's. He was driven and that purpose and force made either enemies or friends but earned respect from all. An elf that could be relied on if given precise orders and if the enemy was in sight. Celedaih, for all his faults was no coward and was passionate in standing up for those under his command. His second in command, Mestarië was similar and they two were good friends. There was a dislike between the intense and forceful Celedaih and the quieter and more civil commanders such as Glorfindel or Elrond. Rumour told that he had followed as captain of Maedros, the son of Fëanor but none had dared ask this.
Gil-Galad moved onto the left of Celedaih. Past the empty space was Glorfindel, an unusual case to be leading the second best great company. Everybody knew of the extraordinary fight between Glorfindel of Gondolin and the daemon of might. Malas had even been there to see it as he helped Eärendil to safety. Legends were sung of the heroic elf but they had been reserved for nights when tales of the old lands were sung. Then just twenty years before the invasion of Eregion by the darklord, a golden haired elf, dressed in fashions long lost and speaking an ancient tongue had arrived at Círden's havens. Pleading with the Eldar shipwright to see the High King, Gil-Galad had finally met the stranger. In an event so like that happening with Valentai now, the elf had announced who he was and invited judgement upon himself. Gil-Galad, sceptical but unable to doubt the elf had gently tested the elf and found he had indeed been the daemon slayer. Placed in command of the second great company as the war broke out, he had proved his strength, daring and courage a hundred times over. After the war, Gil-Galad had officially recognised him as High Captain and accepted his story. Gil-Galad wondered if he would have even seen Valentai and not dismissed him had it not been for this lesson in perception. Glorfindel, whose golden hair and piercing blue eyes were instantly recognisable never the less, had made his mission clear. Gil-Galad was intrigued that the elf had agreed to protect Elrond and no argument would sway him. Now, the argument long in the past, Glorfindel was a trusted friend and subordinate. His conflict with Vallarië was as legendary as its cause was mysterious.
To the left of Glorfindel was the Archduke, a good man who Gil-Galad had met with that morning. Dependable and intelligent, he was what a politician should be. Opposite the Archduke was Valentai, the mystery figure, his surprise weapon and new ally. Gil-Galad liked to think he learned from experience and he hoped he was doing the right thing for Valentai. If it came to war then he would have the right post for him.
To the left of Valentai was Milotüré. Compassionate, aggressive, sorrowful Milotüré. Gil-Galad almost felt sorry for her and had done since that day when Morantar was killed. Milotüré was his surprise commander. A High Captain with less experience than many captains, she had proved herself as a capable, reliable commander. Though she had not fought in any major war in her present rank, she had in her self an inner strength that told the High King that he could trust her to fulfil any task he set for her. More famous than her military skills, which were considerable was her personality. Milotüré's cutting voice could inspire fear in all but a few elves; even the grim Celedaih or hardened Malas feared her anger. Ironically, in battle she fought with emotionless and brilliant skill, her sword fighting famous through out Santäissa. Although she had never taken an interest in love, she was friendly with most of the various commanders and popular with her troops. Milotüré had, so rumour had it, been asked by Celedaih to be his bride but she had refused him and reprimanded him in such a voice that the grim elf had fled. Gil-Galad was uncertain as to the truth of the rumour but would not put it past her.
Lastly, there was Anderónë. Gil-Galad reflected that it was always him that was last thought of. It was not that he was not a good soldier or commander which was untrue. Perhaps it was the fact that he did not have the fire and energy of Celedaih, the inspiring presence of Glorfindel or the charisma and attitude of Milotüré. It could have been all these things but the truth was that Anderónë was often overlooked despite being a brilliant commander. More than that, he was the only one of the four capable of independent command. A strategist as well as a commander, Anderónë was well liked by his troops and his fellow commanders. He was not overly prideful, inspiring or charismatic but he did his duty. The elf had black hair and green eyes like emeralds seen under water.
Gil-Galad stood up and the members of the council looked to him. The High King nodded and placed his hands behind his back.
"My friends, I welcome you to Santäissa for this meeting. Two of you come for the first time and as such I shall introduce each member."
Gil-Galad introduced each member, giving a brief description of each. At the end of it he nodded.
"I hope that now we are better acquainted that we can begin. In my meeting with the Archduke he told me of the problem in Gondor. Isildur is pressed back in his own city. Anárion is powerless to help him for he must gather all the troops he has to guard the heartland of Gondor. This is not a good situation as you can guess." Gil-Galad said, He paused and then spoke softer. "If the tower of the moon falls then there will be nothing to stop the darklord from advancing through the pass and assailing the city of Osgiliath and Minas Anor. If either or both of them fall than the realm of Gondor will cease to exist as a powerful state. That cannot be allowed to happen."
"So what can we do?" Maelius asked despite himself. Celedaih said something under his breath.
"What your king can do Archduke is to send his forces to reinforce Osgiliath. We will not and cannot do anything until the battle itself begins."
The Archduke looked crestfallen. Gil-Galad sighed. "I do not like it; do not think that I enjoy it. I cannot start or be part of a war without good cause. It will take a good deal of time to summon my army and we cannot afford to have the threat disappear in that time. This entire kingdom will cease to function when that happens. What we would have you do Archduke is to send us word of when the enemy moves. If the city of the moon falls then we may have cause to entertain the thought of war."
The Archduke nodded bleakly. "Very good lord king." He said.
"What of Osgiliath, even with troops, will it hold?" Elrond asked. "And how many troops will you send?"
"The king has requested five divisions to be sent. Overall, about twenty five thousand troops of all classes. As for the defences, I cannot say for certain. Anárion is a good leader and commander. He has good subordinates. Furthermore, Osgiliath cannot be surrounded because of the river that runs through the city."
"Then we might rely on that to hold, at least for a little while." Malas said thoughtfully.
"You may be assured Archduke that we will keep in contact with you as long as you keep in contact with us."
"As you wish lord king." He caught the unspoken signal and stood. "I thank you for your time. I will be in my quarters."
"And we thank you for your coming Archduke. You may feel free to stay as long as you want." Gil-Galad said and stood. "If it is any comfort, you will be welcome to return to us at any time you wish. Do not hesitate to send us messages."
Maelius bowed and walked to the door. Linados reanimated and opened the door and waited outside until he was gone before returning down into the room. Celedaih waited a few moments and then he nodded.
"Do all of us consider an alliance with the humans the best way?" He asked.
"One thing we must consider my friends is that the power of the darklord is growing, there can be no doubt of that." Elrond said.
"I expected him to wait longer. Maybe until the death of Elendil and his sons. Without firm leadership they would have been easier prey." Gil-Galad said thoughtfully.
"So maybe the rashness of Isildur was not astray if it has drawn his sting." Malas said.
"So are the humans capable of handling it themselves?" Anderónë asked.
"I think that although he may have struck soon, his forces will still be great, perhaps too many for any one nation to handle." The High King said.
"If the humans are left to it then they will only concentrate on defending themselves, not on forming a treaty with our sylvan kin." Milotüré said.
"I believe that the High Captain is right. " Círden said. "What incentive is there for them to move to the black gates? They will push through the way of Osgiliath. That will mean that Greenwood will be defenceless."
"And Oropher will never call for help." Celedaih said. "He will fight and die to prove a point."
"You are more right than you know." Gil-Galad said grimly. "I knew Oropher before he became king there and he has not changed I do not believe. An overwhelming pride is in him and it controls him."
"Leaving that aside for a moment, do the two kingdoms have the forces necessary to defeat the enemy?" Glorfindel asked.
"I think not. To gather such a force then they will have no choice but to leave one of the two entrances open. The enemy will punish them for that."
"So it comes down to whether we are willing to fight a losing battle alone on our own ground, again." Glorfindel insisted, driving the point home. There was silence before Malas nodded.
"I believe that that view has some credit Glorfindel. I think we also know that the enemy has grown too large to be fought singularly. We know this in our hearts."
"So you would form an alliance with the humans?" Celedaih asked incredulously.
"It is the only option that offers survival my friend." Anderónë said. "Would you see Lórinand and Greenwood sacked? Even if you do not like the race of men, would you do it for them, for us?" Everyone at the table was looking as the usually quiet Anderónë spoke passionately. "I do not like the prospect of an alliance, I make that clear but I favour that over the alternative. The alternative of fighting a losing battle against an enemy which has the luxury of time to pick off its enemies one by one. A further war with the humans will also result. Do you want a three way war that will lead to the deaths of thousands of us, let alone the men?"
Celedaih nodded. "I see your point Anderónë. If it comes to war then we have no option but to accept a proposal. I feel for us though."
"So do I." Gil-Galad said. "But I hope there may be more of us left if we do accept it."
There was silence. There was no sound for a moment before the High King stood.
"Then my friends, will we count on it. Do any go against the need to form an alliance if it comes to war and if we receive a treaty?"
There was silence and Gil-Galad nodded. "I am glad we came to the same conclusion as me. I do not like it, indeed I do not want a war at all but I feel we have no choice. In unity there is strength, the Eldar are no longer strong enough to fight this danger now. Perhaps we never were." He added sadly.
"Have faith lord king." Milotüré said unexpectedly. "We shall all do all we can to fight this war if it comes."
"Thank you my friends. I needed no reassurance about your dedication to yourselves and your kin. Is this the last time we shall all sit here in peace? I fear it will be, the second golden age is over and now we go perhaps to our doom. But we shall make such an end so that no one who comes after us need fear evil."
There was silence as the words of the High King washed over them. Gil-Galad smiled gently to those around the table.
"Be at peace for now. Enjoy the peace whilst it lasts."
The members of the council rose as one and, after saluting the High King they left the room.
"Glorfindel, come in my friend. Gildor is already inside." Valentai said as the golden haired High Captain smiled and walked through the entrance to his room.
"Thank you Valentai. I brought one of the poems we used to sing in Gondolin in case you wanted to hear it."
Valentai closed the door and gestured the elf in to sit beside Gildor who nodded as his friend entered.
"I never knew you were one for songs and music Glorfindel." Valentai said and Gildor chuckled.
"He likes to think he is." He caught the look from the High Captain and smiled. "Not that there is anything wrong with that assertion." He added quickly and the blonde elf pushed his hair back with a sigh.
"As I was saying before I was interrupted, I thought you might like this one."
"I am sure I will my friend." Valentai said and sat back.
It had been three days since the council meeting and the three had met in Valentai's room each night to talk and occasionally to recite poetry and play music. Glorfindel considered himself something of an artist in this regard and after listening to him once he had no doubts as to the truth. The High Captain sat and Valentai produced three glasses of crystal that Aëorith had somehow acquired.
"So, any news on the war?" Gildor asked. He had been trying to press the two of them for news of the council but they had been unwilling to divulge their knowledge.
"Nothing so far but the High King suspects we will be hearing of it imminently." Valentai said and took a sip of his wine.
"So I hear that you and High Captain Milotüré met yesterday." Glorfindel said as though he was discussing the weather.
"Who told you?" Valentai said with a rare flash of irritation. Instead of persuading them to back off the topic, his friends smiled unpleasantly. The two looked at each other.
"I think everyone knows do they not Glorfindel?" Gildor asked rhetorically.
"I believe they do." The golden haired commander said.
Valentai sighed and took a fruit from a bowl in the centre of the table and took a bite. "Sorry, I did not mean to snap. I just wonder what business of anyone else's it is."
"Well you know what they say about elves." Gildor said conspiratorially.
"No, is it that they pry into people's private lives?" Valentai asked sharply. The two elves sensed this was a delicate topic and dropped it. Valentai sought to explain himself again.
"I am sorry. I just talked with her. The point was for it to be in view so that people could not get the wrong idea. It seems they have anyway." He said sadly.
"Do not think that we are trying to dissuade you Valentai." Gildor said, seeing his friend disheartened. "I just find it interesting that she has asked for anything like that. She is normally against that style of thing."
"Yes, do not take offence. None meant."
Valentai smiled. "None taken."
He had indeed met Milotüré and the two had talked long into the night the day before but Valentai assumed that everyone knew. Gildor put his glass down.
"You see Valentai; the thing about it is that nobody actually disapproves. It is her decisions and such. We just find it interesting that-" His remaining words were destined to be unsaid for there was a hurried knocking on the door.
Valentai shook his head in exasperation. "Has anyone noticed how it seems that every time I sit down in here, somebody knocks on the door?" The door banged again and Valentai stood. He strode over to the door and opened it.
A very harassed looking Aëorith stood there. His blonde hair hung over his face and he pushed it back. He saluted.
"Lord Valentai, is Lord Glorfindel in with you?"
"He is yes. What is wrong my friend?" The elf frowned.
"I have a message for you and the High Captain. The High King wishes you to report as soon as you are able. He was quite insistent."
"Of course. What has happened?"
"I do not know for certain of course but a messenger is believed to have arrived at the Archduke's residence."
"I see. Thank you Aëorith, I will tell him. By the way I talked to Earrató and he agreed to release you into my service."
The elf smiled. "I am pleased to hear that Lord Valentai."
Valentai acknowledged the words and turned to Glorfindel who was looking at him curiously.
"Glorfindel, the High King has requested our presence as soon as possible. I think developments on the war front."
The High Captain nodded and snatched up his cloak and sword and was moving to the door. Valentai turned to Gildor.
"Duty calls my friend, stay if you want or not as you will."
"Just don't drink everything." Glorfindel added helpfully. "I remember a time when you-"
"And I will never hear the end of it." Gildor complained. "Go on then." He said and his two friends left the room. Gildor finished his glass and walked from the room into the winter's night.
"Go right in, most of the council is there already." Linados said and Valentai nodded and pushed through the door.
Gil-Galad stood in the smaller room and smiled as the two of them entered the room.
"I am sorry to disturb you all my friends but I felt this news is best received and considered quickly." The High King took a letter from the table and held it up. "This is a letter, at least the copy of a letter received from Isildur himself. The original, the cover letter notes was poorly written with much mistakes but the general gist of it could be established. It is the news we have all feared. Minas Ithil is besieged at last."
There were murmurs of shock in the council. Gil-Galad nodded grimly.
"These are evil tidings. The letter is dated five weeks ago. Only a week, you will note after the last letter from Isildur."
"It seems he was more overconfident then we thought." Malas said and there were some chuckles around the table.
"It seems so Malas. Rather than pass it around, I shall read it. As only the Archduke knows, as he received it first, it bears grim news. This letter came up the Anduin and over the High Pass near Imladris then to Annúminnas and onto us." Taking up the letter Gil-Galad read it aloud.
"I ask that this letter be read only by Prince of Gondor Anárion, King of Arnor Elendil and High King Gil-Galad." He paused to look around and then went on. "Evil news I must bear so that the movements of the enemy can be known. Starting two days ago, the eighteenth and twenty third divisions were forced back through the pass of the moon. Half of these men I sent back to Osgiliath with this message. I have taken over the defence of my city and I shall fight on to the last. The enemy I figure has great force, enough to put five of them against each of us. We have provisions for only four months of siege but I fear we may be overmastered before that time. I send this message so that my lords might be informed of this new darkness that is rising and essay to take steps to defend themselves. If the city of the moon must fall then I will fall with it. The enemy closes the ring daily and it can only be a matter of time before they assail us with all of their strength. My forces are worn out but we shall not surrender. I ask my brother if he receives this letter to guard well the crossings of the Anduin for if Minas Ithil falls than that will be where the blow shall fall next. I ask my brother to secure his defences over the River Anduin and not to try to relieve the siege." Gil-Galad finished and put it down and picked up another letter.
"It was signed, 'Isildur, High Prince of Gondor.' The covering letter from Anárion states that his men will guard the crossing as the enemy already has a foothold in Ithilien." He threw the letter down and looked around with his keen gaze.
"So that is the story of it my friends. War has begun. Mayhap they will hold the siege but I think not."
"Maybe it has already fallen." Malas said.
"Then fall it must and we must place hope in Anárion, now the crown prince when his brother dies." Anderónë said.
"This is true." Elrond said and looked to Maelius. "Is an army still being sent to Osgiliath?"
"it is lord regent. In two weeks it will depart." The Archduke said.
"Then hopefully it will arrive in time." Gil-Galad said. "Now we must take council for ourself. I suggest that you all stay in Santäissa. The darkness and the beginning of the end approaches, for good or ill. I will send a messenger to Vallarië to have him raise the army of Imladris. The rest of you can stay and enjoy the last days of peace. One thing is certain; we will be fighting a war, with or without an alliance. I will begin the raising of troops here. Is there any questions?" He noted the silence and nodded. "Very well, be alert for news."
The council saluted and turned to leave. Suddenly Gil-Galad called out to Valentai.
"Lord Valentai, stay a moment I beg you." He said and Valentai clapped Glorfindel on the shoulder and went back to the High King who looked at him. "The enemy is raising for war there can be no doubt of that. I have asked Elrond to return to Imladris. Do you wish to go with him?"
Valentai was surprised that he had a choice. "Would I be better served here or there?" He asked.
"I think that it would be more useful if you were to remain here but it is entirely your choice of course."
Valentai considered it and then nodded. "I will stay here. I think I can be of more use."
"So be it. I have heard you have taken an aide."
"I have lord king. You do not mind?"
"Of course not. I knew Aëorith's father quite well and I know he is a good person. He will be good for you to have."
"Thank you lord king."
Gil-Galad nodded and as Valentai walked to the door the High King spoke again. Valentai turned back but it was not directed at him but to the room at large.
"And so our gaze turns to that little city on the Anduin. The fate of more than pride rests on its ability to survive. We place our hope in something so small in the scheme of things."
"Good night lord king."
Gil-Galad nodded. "Good night Valentai."
**Author's Notes – New characters **
There are a lot of new character in this chapter. They are the High Captains of Lindon and I have tried to make each one different. We all know of Glorfindel and I have chosen the view that he came back just before the war of Eregion. I have no proof to say either way so I chose this. I hope this does not cause any issues.
Leaving that aside, I have also introduced many things into this, the largest chapter so far. Firstly and perhaps most importantly, the High King is introduced. Secondly, Milotüré is introduced. Sadly, you can probably see where that line is going. Lastly, all of the other elven character who plays major roles is introduced, as is Aëorith. I do not like Círden, either the character or the idea. He is thus not going to play a major role in this story.
One last point, I hope I have not made Silmarë that un-likeable. Originally she was the main female role but I found her too boring so she has now become more of a plot element than a main character. Cue dramatic scene!
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