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Chapter 4: The Council.
Her view was cleared, and the sky was flat.
Flat? She thought, before jumping and sitting up. What on earth was going on? Where was the fire, and the orcs, and the balrogs?!
Reth took a deep look around, and found she was sitting on a confortable bed, in a beautifuly decorated elven room at Rivendell.
"Just a dream, just a dream...," she whispered to herself, trying to calm down. How long it seemed to be since the masacre at the Last Battle...
The mare thought of the fallen people of her wing tormented her every now and then, as if it was a little blade pinched in her mind...she couldn't forget the event, but she'd had to go through it in a way or another.
She stood up and put her war costumes on, then put on her cap and hood, and walked out of the room.
The passage was dessert, though jolly lighted with fine torches, and it was confortably warm. She walked quickly searching for the hall, and in her path, she found a tall elf with dark hair and honey eyes, who told her the cauncil was taking place at that moment, and where it was.
The half demon, or Ethamin, as elves used to call her long gone kindmates, run through the corridor, till it lead her to an open garden, where people of all kinds were sitting in circle, discusing matter.
From behind, she could see Lord Elrond, and some other elves, there were also a couple of dwarves, humans, among them the two men she'd found the night before, a little being who she knew nothing about, and a tall beared man with a strange pointed hat.
She noticed that umong the elves, there was one rather different to the rest. He was blond with deep ocean eyes, his skin was as white as it could possibly be, as thought he'd not seen the sun for a long time, and was dressed in different cloathes, mostly green. She was examineing every single inch of his face, when all of a sudden, he looked back at her, and sent her the most strange and amazing look she'd ever seen.
That was when everybody present took notice of her misterious precence, and of her glooming eyes under her hood. Elrond smiled at her, and clapped his hands to draw the attention back to himself. Everyone looked back at him, awaiting for an explanation of the stranger's presence. The waired elf gave a last look at Reth, and went back to Elrond.
"Let me introduce my graceful guests from the country of Rûhn, Reth dor en Tinúviel, the Dragon Knight, and..." he stopped, and stared at an enormous dark passage, from where a cliging noise was echoing. From the darkness, a gigantic, reptilean form walked into the inside garden, bending its head down as not to beat the roof, "...Draco the Dragon Heart, both of whome'll take part in this council" there was a changing of puzzled looks upon the members of the morrow council, and then, Lord Elrond begun. "We've been called to this council because of a problem that concerns us all, which's been taking place scince The Lord of the Ring's doom, 25 years ago: the expansion of the evil forces of Dark, specially the Balrogs'. The points who were mostly affected by this are Mirkwood and the country of Rûhn, which is now home of darkness and evil. Prince Legolas Greenleaf, from Mirkwood has kindly came from far to inform us all about the latest suceses in his father's kindom..." The weired elf who Reth had been looking at stood up and nodded.
Legolas Greenleaf..., Reth thought, she perfectly knew who he was, and that he'd been in the famous Fellowship os the Ring against Sauron, but she'd never been given a description of him, only a vegue explanation of his extraordinary courage, and his ability with the bow and arrow, but she knew nothing else very far from that. The fact that he lived in the Dark Woods explained the paleness of his skin, though.
"As you might very well know, or not," he added "the East Clare's been taken completely by the orcs, and the Eastern Cave is now home of balrogs, which seem to be the gratest problem at the moment. Dor Guldur's been possesed as well, and some weeks ago, dragons arrived, and've been burning our trees and drying our streams...so water is no longer an abundant source..." at the news, that seemed to be new to most of the people, except for Elrond, of course, overcame a paniking murmure. The prince of Mirkwood raised a hand, asking for silence, and continued. "Our loses's been just..." he paused and closed his eyes, "...too many, and we can't risk losing any more people, though we won't give up fighting...yet...So my father sent me here to found an advice from the wise, and see if there is some drop of light on our dark destiny." He opened his eyes once again, and looked for Lord Elrond's.
Suddenly, the little creature stood up and spoke.
"My Lord, if Mirkwood falls, then our lands'll be completely vulnerable to the Fire, and though we might fight, there is no way we can defeat the orcs, we need of men and elves more than ever! It's been a mistake to run to Tol Eresëa after Sauron's fall, we NEED elves here! Think of Imradis! You won't last long, for the Enemy's three times your forces, and then, the Last Homely House will fall..." the little creature cried in a tiny voice. Reth was still not able to know what race that being belonged to.
Elrond smiled sweetly.
"Peregrin, my dear hobbit, you know that what's been done has no way back, therefore I can not bring them back from the Lonely Island. We'll have to deal with what we have." He said.
So the little creature was a hobbit, and not any hobbit, but Peregrin Took himself.
She realised that was the moment to speak.
The half demon stood up, her hood still on, and the council fell silent once again.
"That, Peregrin Took, is not at all true," she said to the hobbit, and then she turned to the rest of the people, "Gentlemen! In the case of battle we still have hope, and you can fully count with Rhûn's left forces! We've been fighting for a long time, and our people are tired and hungry of peace, therefore i'm glad to tell you the what's left of the Dragon Knight wing will be more than honourd to fight, with the only condition our people are evacuated to a safe place, and part of the warriors are permitted to stay in the Island to resist." She said, darkly.
At her words, everybody's heart lighten up, and Draco growled approvingly.
"The wing has been considerably reduced douring the last years, and though we're not enough to win a war, we are to present battle. You can count on the Dragon Kinghts," he added somberly.
A Dwarf stood up.
"Faboulous, but tell me these, how on Earth are you going to stop balrogs from living, if you can't stop them from being born? You must surely know balrogs are born from fire and evil! We can't just go killing balrogs if we can't stop'em from being born, it's suicide!" the dwarf cried.
"That, my dear Gouling, is completely true, and that's why i've been studying on the subject, and found out that presicely dwarves had once hade the deadly clue. In the remote past, seeing he could not control these fire demons, Morgoth the Dark One made a deadly instrument called Nimphrah Nash," the only mention of the name made everyone but Reth shiver, "or Fire Dagger, which is a red and dark staff, and used it to control the deadly balrogs. He succided. The staff went then into Sauron's fingers, and now, we can see they're acting in group, and with very explisit objectives, so ther must be someone behind this, who came into power of the instrument, and is now using it against us. I suggest a fellowship is carried out to get hold of this instrument and destroy it."
There was an approving whispering, and that was when Reth knew what would happen next.
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