Chapter Four: Council of Elessar
Three days passed since Aragorn called the council. All whom would atend were there at the City of Guard. The third day found all in the stone hall. Three dwarves, five elves, and many men had gather here. Feanar sat in the chair the farthest right. To his left sat Celgalad, then Elgorn, Legolas, Gimli, Dwain, and a dwarf he didn't previously know, Oin. To Oin's right sat a tall man with straw colored hair. His name was Faramir, Steward of Gondor. Next to Faramir was his wife, and sister to the king of Rohan, Eowyn. Their son sat beside his mother. Boromir was his name, named after his uncle. Boromir had more of the color burgandy hair then staw, and his face bore a gotee. His hair was past his ears in length and was tied in a tail in the back. Standing in the middle was Aragorn, or, in the name of his people, King Elessar. On his left side was Arwen, the elven queen. Their half-blood son, Aeglos, followed his father's looks. Sharp grey eyes, black hair, and a certain scruffiness that only many days on a trail could show. Beyond Aeglos were many men that Feanar didn't know.
Feanar scanned the faces of the people he knew the name of. Gimli was talking to Legolas in swift dwarvish(Legolas is the only one not of dwarven blood to know the dwarven language). Dwain gave Feanar a wink. Oin shifted uncomfortably under Feanar's gaze and was unable to meet it. Faramir and Eowyn nodded in respect, a nod that Feanar retuned. As Feanar turned his gaze to Boromir, they seemed to lock. They both tried to make the other look away yet nether of them acomplished their task. Feanar nodded in respect to Boromir as well, a nod that he was glad to get in return. Aeglos's eyes were so calm and cold that Feanar's flame filled ones slid past them, knowing that he could trust Aeglos. Feanar then looked at Arwen. He lost himself in her eyes, eyes so full of wisdom, years and knowlage. They were so young yet so old. Feanar was hard put to keep her serching gaze. It felt as if he was being looked through. Yet as he watched, the eyes softened and were kinder. She gave Feanar a small smile that surprised him. That moment Aragorn stode forward.
"Glad that you all got here as fast as you did." Aragorn started. "Let's get right to the reason that I called you. My son, Arwen and I all had a disterbing dream. The eagles report that many from the north also had this dream. Whom here has had a dream of a Balrog in Mordor?" Feanar stood, thinking he would be the only one. He was startled to see Boromir standing as well. Aragorn looked woried. "Only two of you?" Legolas shook his head.
"Many from Ithilien that were resting saw this dream. Yet they all were of high blood." Legoals explained, "None of the dwarves saw it, am I right Gimli?"
"Aye. I heard about no such dreams. Gimli confirmed.
"Faramir, you saw a dream last time an enemy rose. Yet you didn't this time?" Aragorn asked.
"The thing is, I was not asleep. Boromir and I were on a hunt, and it was my turn to keep watch." Faramir said. "It was odd, I saw Boromir right when he was having that dream. He was having a fit or something. Moaning and figiting. Then he woke, panting like he had run, and pale like he had seen the dead."
"Do you think this was real? Do you think there is actualy a Balrog in Mordor now?" Feanar asked. Aragorn looked at the young elf, then answered gravley.
"I do. All of you have seen the smoke, I believe, and a dream as disturbling as this one could not be so wide spread. But we need to make sure. The reason for this meeting is to gather people to go to Mordor willingly." From the men on the left side came many outcrys.
"You mean to send some of us, or our sons, into that hell hole?" One man cried. Feanar stood and stode forward.
"Did you not hear? He said those willing. My lord Aragorn, I will go." Legolas and Aragorn both showd signs of aproval. Elgorn and Celgalad wasted no time backing Feanar up. Boromir got to his feet.
"Orcs still roam the land. Though I do not doubt your skill in battle, I will feel better if you alow me to come." Boromir said gravely. Faramir cried out, but Aragorn silenced his Steward with a look.
"They gates are guarded by men of Gondor." Aeglos was the speaked. He was striding to the small group. "I will go with you, with or without my fathers permision. I will get you through the gates." Aragorn looked grave and suprisingly old.
"I shall not hold you back. So it shall be five to go to Mordor…" But in that moment Dwain and Oin steped forward.
"Seven."
"Wha… What?" Aragorn stamered, caught off guard.
"Excuse me for interupting, Lord Elessar, but I believe that you miscounted. Seven will go. Oin and I will not just stand aside and alow the dwarves to go unrepresented."
"Fine. Now to think of a name. Fellowship of the dream." Legolas snorted in laughter.
"Ahem, that sounds a little familiar and stupid."
"I agree. Plus all we are is a group of free people." Celgalad.
"A Fellowship." Elgorn corected.
"Of flame…" Feanar said quietly. Gimli heard it and voiced it out loud.
"That is it, the Fellowship of Flame."