A\N: I know that the Elves aren't supposed to still be on Middle-Earth, and all that jazz, but who can blame me for wishing they were…
"Madanah lalom jolem homleh!"
As Elrond stopped speaking, the room suddenly seemed warmer, as fidgeting stopped, and everyone sat up straight. Elrond turned to the cradle that sat beside him, rocking gently in the breeze. He held his hands over the child, and said the words again.
"Madanah lalom jolem homleh!"
This time, however, he paused and then said, "Aloh teh julipt mah shver. S'ra."
A feeling drifted through the room, as people stood up, and began to mingle. Meanwhile, a couple walked to the cradle. The woman picked up the small baby girl and soothed her, rubbing her soft head.
"She's so beautiful," The woman said softly to her husband, who smiled and nodded. His eyes looked suspiciously wet, as he stretched out a finger towards the blue-eyed baby.
"Aragorn!" Came a roar through the crowd, and a moment later, a small dwarf, with a braided beard and a mock scowl came pushing through the crowd.
Aragorn smiled, and patted Gimli on the shoulder, as the Dwarf hugged him around the knees.
Arwen grinned as she held her precious bundle close to her, and watched her husband chattering quietly with his old friend. She suddenly noticed that the faces were quite serious, and she stepped closer.
"What's wrong?" she asked Aragorn in Elvish. He responded in kind.
"Nothing." He said quickly. "Gimli's just updating me on some current events," He elaborated.
Arwen sighed. Just then, S'ra began to cry, and Arwen concentrated all her efforts on trying to stop the wailing.
Meanwhile, Elrond was conferring in the corner with a blond haired Elf.
"Legolas, Utz do la man kilam matah yashua esyther yejuhda, urcenble?"
"Yajup! Mah davenah?" Legolas said, looking disturbed.
As Arwen tucked her baby into her princess crib, Aragorn walked in.
"Hi." She said softly, so as not to disturb the baby.
"Hi. Listen, you know that conversation that Gimli and I had today?"
"Yeah…" She said, curiously.
"Hmm. Well, he was telling me about a certain issue that has been going on lately in Therdal. The Therdillions have been arguing with Rohan over land, and of late, King Eomer of Rohan has been hinting that war may come."
"War!" Arwen forgot to be quiet, and a tiny whimper came from the baby's cradle.
Rubbing S'ra's back soothingly, Arwen whispered to Aragorn, "Do you really think it'll come to war?" She asked him worriedly.
"Yes. The Rohiirim have requested assistance, if war should break out, and I have agreed. Gimli told me that King Eomer has called for aid. The Therdillions have been massing a huge army, and they are preparing to march out as we speak."
"Oh, Aragorn." She whispered. "Right now?"
"Yes. I am so sorry, Arwen, but this is something I have to do."
'I know." She said quietly.
"Arwen, the Therdillions are evil. They remind me, in fact, in terms of attitude, not looks, of the Urak-Hai."
"I-," As Arwen began to speak, the door to the nursery flew open. S'ra began to cry immediately, and as Arwen tended to her, Aragorn hurried over to the intruder.
"Underin! What's wrong?" Aragorn asked his general.
"A scout was sent from Rohan, to Therdal. The scout sent word that the Therdillions will be in Rohan in three days, at most!"
Aragorn sat at the front of the Hall. Beside him stood Arwen, and assembled in front of him were all of his generals.
"Rohan calls for aid. As they once answered our plea, so we shall answer theirs. We ride at dawn!"