The sun once again rose, shining it's light into the rooms of the front of the palace. The heat was still light but all the signs predicted it would be the hottest day of the summer. The white city of Santäissa seemed on edge, waiting. The air of expectations was almost visible. This was one day when the members of the council could be guaranteed no sleep for they had to be up at dawn, to be ready. At the moment they were in the council room in the palace. Gil-Galad was holding a final meeting about what would happen this morning. Gil-Galad smiled at them as he entered and took his chair.
"Good morning my friends on this day on which much will be decided. A day we have waited for, and feared." He said the last two words quietly and looked up. "Now, some minor issues to deal with. Once we have met on the steps of the palace, we shall move into the high council room where we can be more adequately accommodated. Lord Elrond you shall have to give up your chair for that day for the king." Elrond nodded as though it was no issue. "The first meeting will be formal, to relay news and decide on an alliance. In that meeting everything must be done formally. If an alliance is decided on then there will be a less formal meeting to decide on specifics. The presence of all of you is purely symbolic as only Malas, I and Elrond will be present. At the second meeting, which will hopefully be a council of war all of you will be welcome to speak your minds. After that of course, you are free to talk to them. I know that Glorfindel would like to meet Duke Talliar again." The elf nodded. "Any questions?"
"Where is the Archduke?" Anderónë asked.
"He is at the gate to welcome the king and whoever he brings. I assume that he will have his son with him and the Archduke."
"What language do we speak to them?" Valentai asked.
"Speak to him in Sindarin and if he knows it well enough then that is what we shall use. If not we will have to use common. We know that Maelius knows our language and I know the king does also. Whether his son does is unknown."
"Not all elves speak common." Valentai said with a smile.
"Then you will have another task Valentai. Translator." Gil-Galad said with a smile. "Anything else?"
The elves shook their heads and Valentai stayed silent. Gil-Galad smiled and rose one last time.
"Valentai. You will greet him at the bottom of the palace." Gil-Galad said to the astonishment of all, including Valentai.
"Me lord king?" He asked surprised.
"I see only you, yes you." Gil-Galad said. "You will greet him and find out tactfully what they speak and so forth. Then formally announce them. I know you know how to do that."
"One question lord king. Why me?"
"Because you are human." He saw the look and sighed. "Because you look human to him and that may make introductions smoother."
"As you wish lord king." Valentai said with a slightly confused tone. Gil-Galad smiled at it.
"My friends, great deeds await that are both good and ill and my only hope is that we may prove victorious."
The council members filed out into the rising heat and waited. Valentai stood on the top of the palace to the left and behind Gil-Galad. The High King sat on his throne whilst the other members of the council were to left and right behind him. Valentai had decided to be more formal and, since he had no uniform he wore his best cloak and tunic. Looking over the way to the city with the sun in their eyes it could be seen that the council members were either hoping for the visitors to arrive or for the sun to rise sufficiently so it did not disturb them. A flash of silver could be seen over the crest of the far hill and Valentai felt relieved that the human king had honoured his promise.
"Here they come." Elrond said unnecessarily. There was no reply, just thought about the two men at the head of the column of cavalry who rode down to the gates.
Elendil rode beside his son and he was tired from the week and a half long journey but knew he must stay alert. His son beside him was overawed by the spectacle of the white city. Both prince and king were dressed in formal armour and cloaks of red and silver. The old king rode closer to his son and spoke quietly so that none could hear them.
"Remember my son, let me or Maelius do the talking but mainly me. Do not get frustrated or antagonised by anything that happens. When you speak be truthful and tactful." He said and his son nodded but his face was slightly annoyed at having to be told. Isildur turned his attention back and saw elves by the score lining the road. He could not believe how many there were, in Gondor they were almost a myth in many places not bordering Lórinand. He saw the gate ahead and looked up at the guards. He was interrupted by his father's urgent voice.
"Can you speak elvish?" He asked.
"Yes, mostly. I learnt it while I was young. I have not used it for many years but I think I can."
"That is something then." His father said but straightened as he approached the gate. He held up his hand and the horsemen stopped behind him. He nodded to his son and rode forward to the gate. The gate was open but blocked by five elven spearmen, long glaive like spears ready. The king and the prince dismounted and gestured for one of their aides to take the horses away. They walked to the gate where the gate guard bowed. The two men returned the bow and the gate keeper spoke. He spoke in accented but recognisable common.
"Welcome Lord King Elendil and Lord Prince Isildur to the white city of Santäissa. The High King awaits you, but first we must ask you to formally account for the actions of yourselves and your followers."
"I shall make sure that they follow the code of what I expect from them." Elendil said in a diplomatic tone.
"Then they shall be shown to their quarters. Please proceed my lords." The guards stood aside and the two royals walked through the gateway. The first impression that Elendil had was that the streets were lined with elves. A silent crowd to watch the king and prince enter. Even to the king, the sight of such a silent crowd was slightly unnerving. The second impression he had was of the Archduke of Annúminnas, Antunius Maelius walking to his side and bowing.
"Lord king, lord prince." he said and Elendil's face did not change but his tone was different, more friendly.
"Greetings Maelius. I see you have become almost a permanent fixture here."
"So it is lord king. A beautiful city. The High King will speak with just the three of us and four of his people. If a settlement is reached then the remainder will be introduced to us."
"I am not expecting a decision today; indeed I do not want one. I want everything considered and thought over before a decision is made."
"As you wish lord king." Maelius said and they walked on. They were now approaching the bottom of the stairs of the palace and Maelius leaned over slightly and whispered as though he expected the person at the bottom to overhear him.
"Lord Valentai." He said and the king nodded.
"The mystery is revealed at last." The king murmured and walked to where Valentai stood. The hero bowed. Then he spoke in Sindarin, the informal language of the elves.
"Welcome King Elendil of Númenor. Long has it been since you walked the streets of Santäissa. What language do you speak?"
Elendil looked at the man keenly. His elvish was perfect and even had a slight accent he could not place. Elendil spoke it well but not perfectly. Elendil looked upon this person he had been told of so many times. In reality he had expected, perhaps unrealistically, a tall commanding figure whose made all bow before him with his strength of will. Imposing though he could be, Valentai was much happier it seemed as a different persona. Elendil wondered what it was about this person that made him so talked of. He could see nothing extraordinary, a good fighter maybe and a good leader but not unique. And yet, there was something about his eyes and the way he stood and even the way he spoke that showed that the crafted exterior was a mask. Elendil hoped he never had to find out what this commander was under this mask.
"I am capable in both Sindarin and common. As you know, the Archduke is as well. The prince assures me he will have no issues with language." Elendil said in Sindarin.
"Then in that language shall we speak. I am Valentai Dal-Moriath Telequéntai and I am happy to be acquainted with you and your emissaries."
Elendil nodded. There was something slightly worrying about how he spoke the elvish language so well. The old king nodded. "Heard of you already I have Lord Valentai. Both Duke Coridius and Archduke Maelius speak highly of you."
"I am pleased by their sentiments lord king. If you will follow me then I will introduce you."
Elendil followed Valentai up the stairs, Maelius to his left and Isildur to his right. The old king walked up the stairs and reflected it had been a long time indeed since he had been to this city. Thirty years almost but like it's inhabitants it had changed little. Elendil forced himself up the stairs and to the top where Valentai turned northward so he could see both monarchs and spoke clearly.
"Lord King Gil-Galad, High King of the Noldor, I present King Elendil son of Amandil." He said it like a herald and Glorfindel had to turn away slightly to contain a smile. Valentai saw it and his eyes sent a silent message to his friend that he would not forget it.
Gil-Galad rose and walked forward three paces. "I welcome you Elendil son of Amandil to Santäissa. Long years of men has it been since you last visited here and those weigh upon you heavily. In this dark time I welcome you as a friend and an ally."
Elendil bowed and rose to the top step. "I thank you for your kind words High King Gil-Galad. I come here so that words might be spoken and council taken of fears."
"Then come. The three representatives, one from each kingdom and the ruler of both shall meet with my representatives. After a time when a decision has been made we will speak to the assembled council."
Elendil nodded and motioned his two nobles to follow him. Elendil and the Archduke had met all of the council members before and it seemed that would suffice for no introduction of Isildur was put forward. The council bowed as first Linados, and then Gil-Galad and Elrond went in. They were followed after that by the three men and then Malas and Círden brought up the rear. The other members of the council, four elves and Valentai moved into the smaller council room and sat there.
In the room, Gil-Galad spoke to Linados who left the room and closed the door. the room was sound proofed by putting a lead core in the middle of the door and the walls. Opposite Gil-Galad sat Elendil with Maelius to his left and Isildur to his right. Elrond was on the left of the High King and Círden on the right. Malas sat next to Elrond and when this was all done the High King rose.
"My friends, time is not an issue. We will bring up such points as is necessary. I have no expectations or demands of this meeting. All I request is that the best decision for our respective people be taken. I would ask Prince Isildur to speak first as he has the only experience thus far of fighting in the war. I would hear your full story and your views on the situation."
Isildur felt a slight kick on his shin. He looked at his father the king but saw nothing but impassive nobility on the man's face. Isildur rose to his feet, more nervous than he had ever been. He had no intention of failing his father or his people before the elves so he concentrated on his lessons in Sindarin.
"My lords, friends of old and graceful hosts. I will try now to do what the High King has asked." His accent was heavy but could be understood. His phrasing was slightly off but none of the elves expected or demanded any different. After all, half of them spoke virtually no common at all. Elendil was pleased by this start; his son might be a good king one day if he could control his hereditary curse. "As we are all aware, in the last days of the year past, the enemy came in great numbers down the pass of Minas Ithil. Though we fought hard and long we were driven to siege. I see my error now in defending it for so long but despite this I may have saved Osgiliath by forcing the enemy to direct his forces to me." Isildur stopped and looked down with a sigh. "Whatever the wisdom or otherwise of this move, it is over now, Minas Ithil is fallen into shadow and we must look to our defences."
"And could you give us a run down of these defences lord prince?" Malas, practical as ever asked.
"Prior to my arrival there were seven full divisions of troops, thirty five thousand men. On the day that I arrived, Duke Coridius of Arthedain arrived with an extra five divisions of the best troops he could summon. Therefore we have sixty thousand men now. Enough to hold the foe and Prince Anárion assures me that he will launch a counter strike when the time is right. The defences were built by Armarius and are as good as I have ever seen him create. The enemy will not cross that river and the troops are willing to die to protect that crossing."
"And what of upriver?" Malas asked.
"We have four divisions to north and three to south with a reserve of two more that can move either way. All crossing points are guarded and blocked and the river is screened by infantry as far north as the Onodló River. They are well dug in and cannot be outflanked."
"What is the maximum strength of the Gondorian army?" Malas asked. Suddenly it seemed this was a meeting simply between two generals on the eve of battle.
"The Prince Anárion is confident that near to two hundred thousand can be raised. How many can be put into the field is another matter. We are thinking of a main field army of eighty to ninety thousand."
There was silence for some moments and then Gil-Galad nodded.
"Thank you Prince Isildur. A concise and useful evaluation of the situation. Now, may we turn our attention to other matters my friends. Where is the main enemy army concentrated, geographically?"
"We believe they are concentrating on the plains north of the black gates. It is the only place were a force that size can be assembled."
"Any indication of size?" Elrond asked and Isildur shook his head.
"We estimate it to be considerable. Perhaps upwards of a quarter million."
"That is vast indeed. What are their aims?" Elrond asked.
"We cannot say. Logically they would seek to cross the river and move on the heartland of Gondor."
"But they cannot do that." Malas said unexpectedly. All eyes were on the scarred elf who shrugged. "The logistics of such a move is incredible. In the face of determined opposition, the army could be cut to pieces. The Anduin is wide and swift. There are only three places that it can be bridged at. We know this and so does the enemy. How do they press across in the face of a force that achieves local superiority in numbers? They do not."
"Then what are they waiting for?" Maelius said despite himself.
Malas seemed that he had hoped he would be asked the question. "Quite simply, they are waiting for Osgiliath to fall. You are right lord prince that that is the only place they can camp such an army. They will wait until the river falls and then push across. Or they will wait to fight a pitched battle on the plains."
There were murmurs from the council members. "So we have time?" Elrond asked.
"Yes we do. The enemy is in no rush that is certain. Unfortunately, unless we can decisively defeat them then they will continue to send down troops to Osgiliath."
"If Prince Anárion can defeat them then they will be checked by the threat to the black land for some time. By the time the enemy has placed reserves and brought a new army forward we will have gained much time."
"And the enemy army is not fully assembled. We can only estimate what it's total strength will be. Now they have only about eighty thousand."
"That is good certainly. They cannot press the river against us with only that number."
Gil-Galad looked at the king opposite and smiled. "So we have time and a bulwark of defence. We need only worry about Osgiliath for some time now."
"The High King is right. We can fight a stalemate for several years but we cannot do so forever." Elendil said and those around him nodded.
"We have done much so far. We shall break for a moment. Midday approaches. I ask you though not to leave this room or the next. I will send Linados to tell the council that they will not be needed today." Gil-Galad said and there were nods.
Linados came out a few moments later. The five others looked up expectantly as the bodyguard closed the door. He shook his head softly.
"I am sorry my friends, nothing has been decided yet. You would be well advised to spend you time elsewhere until a decision is made. Keep in places that are known to us so you can be summoned. If I am to understand what the High King has said, no decision will be made today or maybe tomorrow."
"How goes it so far? They have been three hours in there already." Celedaih asked.
"I have not been in there of course. My guess is that they are summing up the situation."
"Very well. Call and we will be here swiftly." Anderónë said and Linados nodded.
"Thank you. This is an important decision that may change much. I appreciate your understanding." With that, the elf disappeared and the council members stood and headed for the door. Glorfindel came over to Valentai who had been writing down some obscure piece of his past but now he pocketed the paper and rose with his friend.
"Valentai, since we must be available, is your room free?"
"Of course it is. Anyone who wants to come is welcome." He smiled. "Even Gildor."
"I am sure he will be happy to know you made special provisions for him." Glorfindel said and turned to Anderónë who had been behind him. "Anderónë, if you were not occupied then you may wish to come."
"Gladly Glorfindel. If you provide the drink I can procure a midday meal."
"Excellent my friend. Make your way down there."
"My aide is inside so he will let you in." Valentai said and the two nodded. Valentai turned to Milotüré. "And you High Captain?"
"Of course Lord Valentai." She said respectfully. Celedaih looked at him with an unreadable face.
"Then on we go." Valentai said followed the other leaders out of the door.
Aëorith opened the door and stepped back in surprise as three High Captains, a captain and Lord Valentai smiled at him.
"Come in my lords." He said, totally lost. In a corner was a small pile of books which the elf gathered up and bowed in the doorway before retiring off down the hallway. Glorfindel looked to Valentai.
"He seems awfully nervous of everyone. I hope you have not been terrifying him again."
"I have no idea what you mean." Valentai said as he led them inside. Anderónë stood a little unsure but Milotüré guided him to a seat where he sat and looked around the room.
"Well, I welcome you all to my temporary home. I especially welcome High Captain Anderónë who has not joined us before." The elf nodded and Valentai smiled. "Well, since we have some time to ourselves, shall we begin?"
"So what do you have in mind Valentai?" Gildor said and Milotüré laughed.
"That is 'Lord Valentai' to you captain." She said and Valentai smiled and sat next to her. He took her hand and watched as the other three tried to contain their smiles. Valentai looked at Glorfindel.
"As for you my friend, I have not forgotten that look you gave me. You know as well as I that I hate being a herald."
"And you were glad when you did not have to translate?" Anderónë suggested and Valentai laughed.
"Yes indeed. I hate being a mindless translator."
"As opposed to a mindless something else?" Glorfindel asked sweetly and he felt a kick on his shin. He looked accusingly at Valentai. "That hurt."
"Do not look at me my friend." The elf looked at the innocent face of Milotüré and sighed.
"I suppose I asked for that." He said.
"For that I shall tell Valentai of the time you had that 'accident' in the library." Milotüré said with unnatural glee and Glorfindel sighed so that even Anderónë laughed.
"I make a fool of myself twice in my entire life and it is raised against me again and again." He sighed.
"I suppose that is why it is raised." Anderónë said diplomatically.
"Well I can remember a time when Milotüré had that problem with the horse so that-" Gildor said but she leaned across and smiled as she held his collar.
"Gildor, a word to the wise. Don't do that." Glorfindel asked and Valentai laughed as he collected her back to himself.
"Now, now my dear. You are not to kill him yet."
"How generous." Gildor said.
"So Anderónë, did you get a chance to meet with your wife again? And Turindë?" Glorfindel said before his own rather embarrassing personal history was again remembered.
"I met with both. Laronaith is well and so is my son." Anderónë said with some pride. He had had a son only a year before Valentai had arrived. "Turindë is well as well. He tired to explain to me the theory of how water could be used as a weapon. At length you understand."
Milotüré turned to Valentai. "Turindë is a self proclaimed genius in the field of inventions and theories. He has had a few, very few that are usable and some that were humorous. What was it Gildor?" She asked. "He thought that mixing sulphur with something could make a 'blasting earth' as he called it." She laughed. Valentai, who knew exactly what she meant and how to use it forbore to comment but decided to meet this captain at a later time. Milotüré did not miss his look of small amusement. For once though she misread his face and decided he was showing humour at the strange ideas the elf came upward.
"I would like to meet him." Valentai said.
"Famous last words unless you have an hour to waste about the merits of iron plated mine shaft supports." Anderónë said.
Valentai smiled to himself again and sat back as the conversation washed over him again.
The remainder of the day past, and then the morning of the next. The five friends had stayed to after nightfall and then had returned to their rooms. Milotüré had stayed and now, at several hours after dawn she was laying in Valentai's arms on the bed. Valentai smiled and brushed her cheek with his hand and she woke up. He moved her gently to beside himself and stretched his arms outwards to relieve the strain of holding her all night. Like all elves she was light but he had not dared wake her during the night to change position so he had ignored the problem. She rolled over and looked into his eyes. He smiled at her.
"Good morning my dear. Sleep well?"
"All night it seems. Is it dawn already?"
"A few hours past." She looked at him.
"We have to be ready for the decision."
"I know but I think that it would not be for some time. I can think of no better way of spending my mornings." He said and she smiled warmly at him.
"I am not having you lead me astray again. I have to be up." She looked at him and smiled. Valentai reached over and brushed her hair and her ear she sighed and kissed him. "It is an unhealthy obsession that you have Valentai. Now, I am using the bathroom and you will stay guard." He saluted mockingly and she cuffed him on the shoulder and strode away.
There was a knock on the door and Valentai shrugged and opened the door. Aëorith stood in the doorway and held out a sealed paper to Valentai. He saluted.
"Is the High Captain." He stopped and tried again. "I mean is she. I mean-" Valentai laid a hand on the elf's shoulders.
"Calm down Aëorith. Yes she is in here. What has happened?"
"At midday, the High King is passing his judgement. Or so Lord Malas told me." He qualified quickly.
"That is just over an hour away. Good, I will be there, this time. I will pass it on to the High Captain."
"Thank you Lord Valentai." The elf said and scurried away. Valentai swore that the elf would eventually not treat him like the root of all fear. It seemed his aide lived in perpetual fear that he would be reproved or dismissed by Valentai. Valentai opened the paper which said the exact same thing but with the signature of Lord Elrond. Valentai put it on the table and swiftly dressed for the occasion. He belted Caer'dan at his side and made sure he looked sharp in the mirror. The door to the bathroom opened and Milotüré strode out, dressed in her battlefield uniform without the armour. She looked at Valentai's clothes and nodded.
"Someone at the door?" She asked.
"Aëorith. Says the king will make his judgement at midday."
"Then we had best get there early." She said, not forgetting the look of disappointment Gil-Galad had given her.
"He looked as though he expected me to yell at him."
"Maybe it was me he was frightened of." She said and he smiled.
"That could be it you know."
"Now, are you coming?" She asked imperiously.
Valentai nodded. "Yes I am. It is a pleasant walk so let us do so." He held out his arm and she took it.
It was a pleasant walk through the streets, the summer air pleasant even at midday and the sky clear. As it came for a half hour until the midday the two ascended the stairs and to the entrance. Linados smiled at the two of them.
"The first to arrive I see." The elf said happily.
"So I see. So what is the situation here?"
"I do not know of the decision, only that there will be one at midday. They are meeting for the last time in there."
The door opened and the remaining members of the council filed in. A few minutes later the members of the human council followed them in. Three of them tried to edge into a corner of the room where they spoke quietly. Duke Talliar held no such reservations and walked over to Glorfindel and bowed.
"Lord Glorfindel, an honour it is to finally meet you again."
The elf laughed. "Stand up my friend. It is good to see you as well. I heard that you have had a daughter. My congratulations."
"Thank you lord captain. Just two months ago yes. So what have you heard about this." He pointed to the doorway and the elf shrugged.
"I heard only that a decision will be made soon."
"As with us." He looked over to the three other nobles. "They have not been enjoying themselves. It is as though they expect to be slaughtered in their sleep."
"So it is with all in their situation. They will learn, hopefully to respect us eventually."
"Maybe. I shall speak to you later."
The man walked back across the room. The air of expectation was almost tangible.
Through the thick door, the High King rose in his chair. The meeting had carried past midnight and started even before the dawn of the next morning. Gil-Galad looked from each of the members present. He smiled at them.
"My friends, I feel we have seen and heard all that may be considered about the situation and the history leading up to it. I think we have all learned of things we did not know before this council started. The threat of the enemy is undeniable but a decision, based on all of your thoughts will be made. A closing comment I ask from each of you and then after that, a decision. It is a hard decision but it must be made, made while there is still time. Prince Isildur, I ask you to sum up your words. You started first and now you shall continue as such."
Isildur nodded as the elf king sat. They did not rise anymore; so much had been said that such a move was no longer necessary.
"My lords and allies, in closing my words I feel that I should thank all of those present for allowing such a meeting to occur so that we might understand the needs and desires of all races. As Crown Prince and joint ruler of Gondor, my people are assailed now by the foe. We are strong and out armies, when raised will fight until the end. With the alliance between the two human realms signed and sealed we will fight until whatever end presents itself. I think that I can speak for all men in that we did not desire this or any war but we will fight for our homes and our lives without hesitation. As I said last night, the economy of Gondor is under strain but we have long known of the possibility of war. The farmlands are being first stripped for men and then for their produce. We are being forced to import food and basic supplies and our soldiers are virtually unpaid. This is a monetary crisis and only the silver mines of the south are keeping the economy afloat. We are resorting to dilating the currency with baser metals and as a result inflation rises and the merchants are losing trust in the Algar. Our navy has been sold off and that leaves our coasts and ships vulnerable to raiders and invasion. Until Arnor can help to share some of the burden then we are facing a crisis. Nevertheless, we will push on and fight this war." There were nods and downcast eyes at the grim situation.
Gil-Galad nodded. "Thank you Prince Isildur. It is well that you have raised this for it is a little looked at consequence of war. After all, who can fight without money? Archduke Maelius, I would ask you to state Arnor's position."
"Gladly lord king. Although we have only been officially at war for two months, we have had little time to feel the strain of this war. The army that we dispatched under Duke Coridius was one of the best we could muster given the circumstances. Arnor is a large and more populous realm but more spread out by necessity. To pay for this war we will not only have to raise taxes but also institute conscription. As much of our raw materials such as iron and coal come through the hands of the dwarves, we are faced with the problem of trying to pay them with a currency that is rapidly degrading. The Arnorian army and navy are also being forced to grow by some seven hundred percent in just a year and the expense of that and the continual payment of troops is a great strain. A town could be built and maintained for a decade for the cost of keeping our assembled army alive for one day. As a term of alliance with Gondor, we are sending everything we can spare over to them but we must also look to ourselves. Duke Coridius has assured me that we could possibly raise more troops from his lands but I am not sure if that is true. In summary, this war has the potential to ruin us either way it goes. We shall not give up though."
"Thankyou Archduke Maelius. Now Malas, to conclude our military and organisational issues."
Malas nodded. "As for the military side of things we are able to begin the rearmament tomorrow if necessary. As we said last night, it will take a considerable amount of time for several reasons which I will touch on now. Firstly, because it has always been that the majority of the population, male and female will fight we will not start this process until we are certain that we can survive without the necessary industries. Secondly, because of the wide spread of our people and the vast amounts of equipment to be made, summoning the troops is one matter but equipping them is another. Even if we started tomorrow, it would take a year at least to concentrate our people and many more to equip and train them. Fortunately however, we are fortunate to have captains and High Captains who understand their duty and have all fought before, sometimes for millennia. The process of collecting volunteers was began several months ago and this has continued apace. Despite what may be thought by many." Malas looked to the humans and continued. "We have a relatively large proportion of troops who have not fought in a major battle. The losses we suffered in the Wars of Eregion were terrible and now, more than half of our troops are made up of those too young to fight then or born after. It will take time to train these troops to a standard which we demand. Lastly, the army has not fought a pitched battle of any major size since Lake Eventide and now we have more troops in our forces because of the Imladris great company. When fully formed however, we can put about sixty percent of our total population into the field, this is an advantage that compensates for our fewer numbers."
"Indeed it does Lord Malas." Gil-Galad said. "Now, Círden, would you conclude you position as ruler of Lindon in my absence?"
"My pleasure lord king." The old elf said. "Lindon is able to supply a good number of it's population even with much of the military gone away. With that and the wide spread of our population, we are able to summon a large amount of supplies. However, we must consider and be aware of the fact that Lindon does not have a source of mineral wealth within it's boundaries. We are graciously allowed access to the Hirmirith Mines but that is only a temporary solution. In the last century, much of our income has come through trade which will be effected by the war. Santäissa is a beautiful city to be sure but it also has a very high upkeep. In the event of a war, such expenses cannot be maintained. I think we all know that the situation here is going to get worse before it gets better."
"That may be unfortunately true Círden. Elrond, would you speak last? As my regent of Eregion, will you evaluate Imladris?"
"Of course lord king. Imladris has become more of a town in the time since the war. In that time it has grown to be the largest elven population outside Lindon, west of the Anduin River. We are by no means as rich or powerful as Lindon but we are strong enough and imposing enough to perform our role. Furthermore, close to the passes of the mountains, we hold the key to an army crossing. Imladris will furnish warriors in slightly less numbers than a great company but every bit as well equipped and armed.
"Very well. Now all of the views have been heard we will make a decision." There was silence after these words as the minds of those present we being made up.
The seven occupants of the room seemed to be holding their breath as the silence stretched. Finally Malas nodded as he finally answered the question. He had been deep in thought but now he had decided.
"I say yes. If the dark one is not stopped then it is not just the men of Gondor that suffer but it will be all races on the whole world. It is for that reason that I choose yes. Great sorrow may come from the war but if we are victorious then we will have a chance to restore the world to how it should. If we are defeated, then we fall but at least we shall fall knowing we did not acquiesce to the darkness. If we show apathy to the suffering of the other races than we are no better than the lord of the black land whom we all hate. I say yes to alliance and a reuniting of old friendships." Elendil looked relieved that the elf lord had supported him. Gil-Galad turned next to Círden and asked him.
"And you Círden, what is your council?" The old elf looked into the face of his king and nodded.
"I say yes. I say yes for different reasons to Lord Malas though. Although he is right in every count in my opinion I think there is another reason. As the firstborn we were put on this world to be the representatives of the Valar and to represent them and to do good through our actions. In the past we have not done this on some occasions where intended or not. We must show not only the people of Middle Earth but ourselves that we are worthy of the title 'firstborn'. Therefore I say yes."
Gil-Galad nodded at the statements and turned to Elrond.
"And you Elrond? Do you agree with such an alliance?"
"I do lord king but for yet another reason. The treachery of the darklord is terrible and has affected every race on Middle Earth. First he tries to gain control of the minds of the elves and thus control us to his evil will. When his plan was foiled he destroyed the fair land of Eregion and scattered it's people. He gave the rings he captured to the other races and over men he succeeded his goals it seems. This was just the first of his betrayals. He raises the ire of Númenor but is defeated by them. He then corrupts their king and people and sees them destroyed. Now he stands against us like he has done many times before. Are we to let him divide us as of old? No we cannot. This alliance must be formed for one reason. Sauron, the enemy must be stopped no matter the cost for any losses now are nothing compared to the horror that he may one day unleash. This alliance must be formed and all of the free peoples of this world must fight with us if we are to have a chance of victory. I am half human and half elf and I will die before I see either destroyed by the darkness that we have the power to stop us. I shall fight in the front line in this war to defeat the arch evil. Lord king, I say yes to an alliance." At length he stopped and looked into the grave face of his king. Gil-Galad nodded and looked down but then seemed to draw strength from his inner spirit.
The three men looked utterly relieved and spoke next with the expected outcome. Archduke Maelius nodded.
"I say yes to an alliance. May I say how happy I am that you have all chosen what I fervently believe is the right choice. I believe that only by combining not only troops but ideas, supplies, expertise and resources can we succeed. If combined then we have a chance to match the enemy blade for blade. With an army combined then we will have the numbers to win in open battle."
"I also say yes." Isildur said but none doubted he would do any different. "Although, I admit that I know little of other lands or races, I see now that only an alliance with the aim of removing the enemy forever will save our people. Now can we rest easier with the knowledge that the river is safe and the enemy will not break through?"
The others looked at Gil-Galad on whom rested the final outcome of this meeting. As High King he could stop any motion from proceeding. Again he said nothing but then he smiled and looked up as though he had been relieved of a great burden.
"So be it. five of you support this union and have each provided a convincing argument as to why it should be so." The others held their breath and Gil-Galad spoke. "Now, King Elendil, are you willing to fight in such an alliance?"
"I am lord king Gil-Galad." The old king's voice was animated for the first time in many years. "I put myself and the two kingdoms into this alliance.
"I agree. An alliance shall be made between man and elf. What do you suggest as terms?" Gil-Galad asked Elendil who nodded.
"It is only fair that we converse with our respective councils. Meet again, later tonight to discuss terms before them."
"I suppose they have been patient enough." Elrond said with a smile.
"Then perhaps we should share the good news?" Maelius said.
Gil-Galad offered the ghost of a smile. "Indeed we shall Duke Maelius. Whether it is good news or not will be judged by those who look back on this war."
Valentai sighed. It was two hours after midday and still no decision had been reached. To find something to do, the council members of both races had stood outside and looked over the city before returning. No amount of desultory conversation could contain the anticipation and Valentai was beginning to wonder if he would get any decision today when the door suddenly opened. Elrond looked out as the council members scrambled to their feet. The half-elf smiled raised his hands. His voice was solemn.
"My friends, a decision has been reached and I believe it is the correct one." He paused and Valentai shrugged as the regent theatrically spoke again. "The result is seven votes to nothing." He waited for a second. "In favour." There was a sigh of relief and Valentai nodded with a smile. Two of the men were less effusive in their enthusiasm and Valentai assumed they still mistrusted the Eldar. Elrond nodded.
"Yes it is so. We will now meet separately to decide terms before the final council tonight." He gestured to the elves. "Come my friends, we shall meet in the larger room whilst the men of Gondor and Arnor meet in this room."
There was a shuffling and Valentai walked into the larger room. All of them looked tired by the constant thought and stress but they rose and split to go to their rooms. Gil-Galad nodded and waved them in.
"Come in my friends. We have much to discuss and it must be done quite swiftly." Valentai came to sit beside Elrond and Milotüré as usual. When they were seated the High King spoke in his clear voice.
"An alliance has been agreed to but we must make the conditions clear. Most importantly, we must make the army in effect one large army instead of several smaller forces. An army must have a commander and it will be difficult to work out an accommodation on this." He frowned slightly. "In alliances there must be compromises and we must be prepared to concede to keep this new alliance together."
"Surely lord king, you will be the commander?" Celedaih asked, appalled that anyone would consider otherwise.
"That is not my decision to make I fear. I cannot force myself as commander of an alliance where the Eldar will be outnumbered by the men."
"But you have the experience and-" Anderónë said but was waved to silence. It seemed that all four of the High Captains were shocked at the thought of Gil-Galad not as the commander.
"Peace Anderónë. If they desire me to share command with Elendil and that is their sticking point then I shall have no choice but to agree. I will not follow his orders though or let him command my troops without consultation." The High King's voice was grim but determined.
"Then that is something." Malas said and the High King nodded. The other elves relaxed.
"I am proposing that whether or not the High King has command or shares command, the Eldar army be commanded by Malas with Elrond as his second in command and equal to the commander of the human army." Círden said and there were words of agreement on that proposal.
"What of strategy?" Valentai said. Elrond looked at him as though he expected to continue. When he did not, Elrond sighed.
"Strategy Lord Valentai?"
"Now we have signed an alliance, what are we going to do now? We raise an army and then what?" There was silence. Valentai smiled slightly. "I can see that we unite with the Arnorian army, settle down and train somewhere but there are broader strategic questions here; do we move off straight away and train as we march? Do we train when we reach Gondor, or do it here? What way are we going to move a hundred thousand troops over the mountains? To the south and the wide gap or try to file along the mountain passes? These all must be answered before we even march a step in ranks."
The shocked looks followed him as he bowed slightly and sat.
Gil-Galad alone seemed unmoved and he smiled at some internal thought. He looked at Valentai and for a half minute there was a contest of sight before the High King nodded.
"You raise some excellent points Lord Valentai. Indeed you raise the practical points. However, they are not for answering today but in time they must be addressed. And addressed they must be. Now, to other business." He said and raised an eyebrow at Valentai almost imperceptibly and Valentai nodded.
"As you wish lord king."
Elendil stood before his five nobles.
"My lords, we must agree to our side of what we desire from this union."
"If my voice is heeded, then we shall have command. After all it is our lands and we have the most soldiers." Thandal said.
"I disagree. With all due respect lord king, is it not wise to share command? After all, none can doubt their experience and you know that they will never serve under us." Talliar said and the king nodded.
"Athaerion is right on both counts. I have neither the experience nor the real desire to lead such a force. I will fight as an equal but not as commander."
There was grudging agreement on that point.
"Lord king, even if we start the mustering of troops tomorrow, they will take a year to assemble and more to train. Then to reach there. And money is an issue." Fedallais said and the king glanced at him suspiciously before answering.
"That is an issue that must be raised." He looked around. "Anything else?"
"I only ask that we keep out commanders for our troops and vice versa. The troops will fight better if their division and corps commanders are the ones they have known for years." Sirandel said. Maelius thought about this and nodded agreement.
"I agree lord king. It causes less organisational problems and, well." He said, slightly embarrassed. "It can be quite intimidating for some of the men to be led by the Eldar." He tailed off and the king nodded slowly.
"I see. I shall press for that you can be sure. Anything else?" Nothing was said in answer and he nodded. "Very well then."
The doors opened almost simultaneously and the two kings bowed to each other once more. Gil-Galad smiled at the human lord.
"King Elendil, we have prepared a list of concerns and requests."
"As have I lord king. Shall we discuss them together?" He asked. None missed the significance of the term 'lord king', a symbol of respect and acceptance.
"Of course." Gil-Galad turned to Elrond. "We shall not be long I hope Lord Elrond."
The two monarchs went into the larger room and Linados closed the door. Gil-Galad sat opposite Elendil on the long side of the table. The two pairs of blue eyes stared for a few moments and then Elendil sat back.
"May I take this opportunity to say lord king, how glad I am that you have agreed to this treaty. I feared that circumstances would combine against us."
"And I thank you in return. However, you remember I assisted you when you were thrown upon my shores. Now you have returned the favour. I am glad also for it allows us to prosecute a war in the manner that we need in order to win. I will say to you that the human realms are lucky to have a king such as you."
Elendil smiled at the genuine compliment. "And you lord king, your people are lucky to have you as well."
"So I have been told." Gil-Galad said. "Now to business."
Elendil looked a little embarrassed about something. He looked up into the eternal face of Gil-Galad and saw his doubt leave him. He spoke firmly.
"If you are willing lord king then I do not desire overall command. If you wish it then I shall not stand in your way. After all, I have not the experience that you have and-" He stopped, Gil-Galad's face was impassive but beneath it the elf was surprised by the free offer from the man. Finally the king summoned his courage and looked into the blue eyes of the last High King. "And I will not live forever." He said it as though he expected the elf to be angered. Gil-Galad smiled gently.
"I thank you for your offer and I believe it is the best option in the circumstances. Do not feel concern for yourself or your life. You will see this war through, I know that and so do you. Though we are different in many ways, son of Amandil, our thoughts are the same."
Elendil smiled weakly. "It was not even because of that. My son, the crown prince. Isildur. He is the heir to the throne and he does not have the capabilities for such a task I believe. At least not in war. I want you to know that in case something happens to me."
Gil-Galad was actually surprised by the thoughts of his new ally. "You would prefer Anárion as king?" He asked.
"I would, Anárion has ruled Gondor since it's creation with Isildur being a figurehead. Anárion is a better man morally as well."
"Have you told Isildur?"
"No, and I beg you to not tell anyone else. I wanted you to know though."
"I thank you for your confidence King Elendil."
"Not at all. Now, It has been asked that in this alliance, the formations under our command be left with their original leaders."
"You mean no cross racial appointments?" Gil-Galad asked and the man nodded. The High King agreed.
"Yes, I concur. I can imagine it would be awkward for one of us to lead you men."
"As for the Eldar-" Elendil said but did not need to continue. The elf king laughed.
"I can imagine someone trying to lead Mestarië's troops and order them about." He chuckled and nodded. "Very well, it shall be so."
"We also desire a unified command structure, who is superior to who and the like."
Gil-Galad nodded. Privately, he wondered if any elf captain would bow to any human except the king and even then. He shook that thought off. "The command structure is difficult to be sure. This is how I see it. It is open to interpretations of course. I am in command and you my second overall. You are also in command of the human armies jointly. Malas leads the elves in battle while Elrond is equivalent in rank and has the impractical rank of herald which means very little. Under them are the great companies and then companies. You have corps do you not?"
"We do, though they are usually battlefield groupings. Under them are the divisions then regiments then companies."
"Then we make great company commanders equal in rank to a corps commander. Then it goes down from there."
"A division is larger." Elendil pointed out, not defensively.
"But comparatively it is the same size. Five of them make a great company." Gil-Galad said.
"Let it be so. In experience, the commands balance out." Elendil said and Gil-Galad forbore to comment that a single company had more experience than a division. He kept the thought silent though.
"What of our allies?" He saw the look on the human king's face. "I mean the sylvan elves and dwarves."
"Will they aid us?" Elendil asked.
"That is difficult to say for certain. Lórinand is ruled by Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. Even I bow to their wisdom and experience for they are amongst the oldest of the Eldar left in the world. They will help us if we ask them. The others are more uncertain. King Oropher of Greenwood is both proud and arrogant. He will demand a place of equal power even to you and me which I cannot allow. His troops are however, the best archers in the world and are highly useful in any sort of battle. If they can be pushed into the alliance then that is well. The dwarves are an unknown to me. I have never met their current king and thought our relations with them are good I do not know if this applies to military terms."
"Do any of your people have contact with them?" Elendil asked.
"Vlaimadous is our official negotiator in this regard as he is responsible for the south east of Imladris."
"Then may I suggest that we make overtures to them?"
"A wise idea, we should wait though until our forces are fully raised. As for a long term strategy, I shall begin the wholesale raising of troops and formations tomorrow. This army will be raised by mid next year and ready to march by midsummer. We march to Imladris and begin basic training and equipping there. Once this is done, and after we have secured an answer from our allies, then we march to war. How shall be discussed then when conditions and numbers are known."
"That is a wise plan. You have my word and that of my sons that we shall hold to this alliance as long as there is a need for it."
"Thank you King Elendil. Since we have nothing to sign, that must be done at a later time. I hold to this alliance and shall do so also while there is a need."
"Then shall we meet on the first day of the new year? That is four months away. We shall meet in Elostirion, the capital of Arthedain. Is that agreeable to you?"
"it is indeed. It is a shame he is not here." Gil-Galad said.
"He is the best commander I have. It was only right that he should go to lead my advance corps."
"Then shall we conclude this day. A historic day." Gil-Galad smiled. "And we can get some sleep."
"We certainly can. Now I need only hear about Anárion and then I will be happy."
Elendil rose and walked to the door. He held out his hand and the elf king grasped it with a light touch and the elf king suddenly felt as though he had made the right decision.
"Then let this day be the start of better relationships between our two races. To victory and peace."
"To victory and peace." Elendil said and together they opened the doors of the room, the alliance sealed.
** Author's Notes – The Last Alliance **
If there is one thing I cannot stand it is illogicality. If I am going to write a story then it will be as logical and reasonable as possible. Sometimes the bounds of logic have to be changed to accommodate things such as immortal elves, darklords and magic rings. However, once one has taken allowances for these a basic understanding of what can and cannot happen might occur. For instance, I take issue with the fact that in the Silmarillion, it says the alliance crosses the mountains and marches down the Anduin's eastern shore. First of all, the illogicality of such a move does not need to be explained. It is foolish and maybe so is I for even writing this note but I will anyway.
The reason I have babbled about this is because it helps the reader understand what happens later on when the combined armies march out. The only practical route is to go through the Gap of Calenardhon, good supply lines and communication. The thought of a hundred thousand troops marching in single file along a mountain pass is very disturbing!
Another note. Nowhere is there a reference to currency in Tolkein's books. Thus I have the Tanis, one gold piece which is worth ten silver Algar. That in turn is worth one hundred Calis or bronze pieces. It is three Algar a day to keep an elvish soldier equipped for war as will be revealed later. A loaf of bread is fifteen Calis which shows how much a soldier takes to maintain!
One last item which I feel is important. The relationship between Valentai and Milotüré is like it is for a reason. For two reasons really, firstly I do not write actual love scenes well. Secondly, it is character with the two of them. They are more like very close friends or family than passionate lovers. This is deliberate but different to what I usually read.
Anyway, the last alliance has been agreed to and we must press on from there. Cue dramatic scene!
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