Link found himself once more in the presence of old friends. Gandalf the Gray and Elrond Lord of Rivendell. The three over looked as the two Hobbits, Sam and Frodo, left.
" His strength returns." Elrond said.
" The wound will never fully heal. He will carry it for the rest of his life." Gandalf spoke.
" And yet to of come so far still bearing the ring the Hobbit has shown extrodinary resilliance to it's evil." Link said as Elrond walked back.
" It is a burden he should never of had to bare. We can ask no more of Frodo." The wizard spoke.
" Gandalf the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the East. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman you tell me has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin." Elrond spoke.
I wonder why Gandalf forgot to mention that the old white wizard betrayed Middle Earth. Link thought in his mind as he narrowed his eyes at the Grey wizard.
" His betrayal runs deeper then you know. Upon commands from Sauron has crossed Orc's with Goblin's men he's breeding an army for the Saurons forces, an army that can move in sunlight and can move great distance with speed. Saruman is coming for the ring." Gandalf told him.
This is defiantly something Gandalf should've told me about. Link thought bitterly as he watched them.
" This evil cannont be concealed by the power of the elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard." Elrond told him.
" Gandalf, the ring cannont stay here then." Link told the wizard, not looking at him from his position against the wall, arms crossed eyes closed gently as he thought.
" This problem belongs to all of Middle Earth. They must decide now how to end it. The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarfs? They hide in their mountain seeking riches they care nothing for the troubles of others." Elrond spoke.
Should've known. After all that time to rid Smaug they go and keep to the underground. Why am I not surprise that this is what the desendents of the great Dwarves in Thorin's Company are doing? Because all the Courage and honor in Dwarves died with them. Link thought bitterly. This should not be the Legacy of Thorin or his men. It disgusted Link slightly for the Dwarves to be doing something like this in the first place.
Then Gandalf surprised him.
" It is in men where we must place our hope." Gandalf answered. This surprised both Link and Elrond.
" Men? Men are weak. The men of race are failing. The blood of the honorable ones are all but spent. It's pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of man the ring survived. I was there Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago when Isildur took the ring. I was there the day the strength of men failed. I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom. Where the ring was forged the one place it could be destroyed." Elrond said looking away from them, but appearing to still be in memory.
After a moment, he said," It should've ended that day. But evil was allowed to endure. Isildur kept the ring the line of kings is broken. There's no strength left in the world of men. They are scattered, divided, leaderless." Gandalf was quiet for a second.
" There is one that could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondur." Gandalf told them.
" He turned from that path a long time ago. He has choosen exile." Elrond explained.
Link hid in the shadows towards the night, looking at the one who read, the one they had been talking about.
Then the other mortal came in, and looked at the painting on the wall.
Link studied them both carefully.
He watched as the other man approached the place where the broken swords pieces were held. He watched the human recognize it and pick it up, looking at it with the slightest hint of desire. He watched him cut his finger, and marvel that it was still sharp. He watched the human holding the broken sword look at the other.
" But no more then the broken end." The other human said, carelessly putting the sword down, not properly, which made it tip over as it fell to the ground with a loud clang.
Link looked on in disgust as the other human who dropped it, clearly noticing it fell, just left.
He noticed the other human, stand a pick it up gently, and place it just as carefully back onto it's resting place. Then he saw Arwen come in.
" Why do you fear the past?" she asked the human, Aragorn Link believe the name was. They spoke and Link felt maybe he shouldn't of been listening.
Aragorn spoke of weakness, but Link only saw a strong leader.
Then he heard from Arwen's speak in Ancient Hylian," Not over you… not over me." this caught Link's attention with sirens. His eyes widened slightly.
That's when he quietly snuck away.