As the sun peaked over the golden hills of the horse masters, Aragon and his company set out for Fanghorn Forest. There were seven in this company, two hobbits Mary and Pippin, three men, Aragon, King Theoden, and Eomer, an elf, Legolas, and a dwarf, Gimli. The road was swift for the lands of the sun had been vanquished of evil and the foul tread of orc had vanished. The company came to the edge of the forest by midday where they watered and rested and stared at the twisted trees whose mangled branches seemed so unwelcoming. Somewhat reluctantly the riders urged their steeds into the tangled path through the forest. Mary and Pippin who sat with Legolas and Gimli guided the way to the rock where the enting had been held. After a few detours, the company arrived to the clearing, and to their surprise there was quite a crowd awaiting them.
In the clearing towered Treebeard, who was impossible to miss, next to him stood Elrond and Lady Galadriel, both of whom shone with unmatched elegance, sitting on ground were two dwarves of the North, both with greyed hair and wise and weathered faces, and perched on the rock was a moth, here to represent the opinion of the Eagles, and sitting next to the moth was Gandalf, wearing his usual half smile as he watched the company dismount and collect themselves.
"Come now, you are late and there is business that needs to be attended," scolded the White Wizard, "Now I believe introductions are in order."
King Theoden and Eomer were in awe with the creatures that stood before them, the ent was most interesting and the elves were unparalleled in their beauty and fairness and the dwarves with their riches that hung around their necks were also a sight. The rest of the company greeted old friends merrily. And once again, Gimli was stricken by the beauty of Lady Galadriel and instantly struck up a conversation with her. But that conversation was soon interrupted as Gandalf gathered everyone to the rock to begin his council.
"Kings of men, Lords and Ladies of elves, Masters of dwarves, Guardians of mountains and of forests, and hobbits of the Shire, I must thank you all for attending this council of desperation." announced Gandalf, "Time is against us and hope is ever fading. I have called all the great and good beings that remain in this land to discuss a new plan. This was a plan that was devised before we knew of the location of the Ring and was only to be used in the uttermost dire moment of need."
"You mean to use her?!" said Elrond, astounded, "The risk is too great, should we fail the consequences would be catastrophic beyond belief!"
"Let him finish elf leader," interrupted one of the dwarves, "For what reason must this plan be put into action, do we not have the ring-bearer? Will he not destroy the Ring?"
"Yes, yes, that is the hope." replied Gandalf somewhat annoyed, "But time grows short and I fear our little hobbit will not be able to carry the burden, which is why we must prepare ourselves for the worst possible scenario. She could destroy Sauron even if he has once again regained his full power."
"The ris-" cried Elrond.
"He speaks with reason Lord Elrond," replied Lady Galadriel, "No longer does my mirror show the future for it has become too clouded and too uncertain. If we are to take action before leaving for the undying lands it is now."
"Excuse me! Ah, excuse me please," called Mary, "This is all jolly and well but who exactly is this person you speak of?"
"Yes yes," piped Pippin, "please do inform us for this has all become terribly confusing."
"Now now," growled Treebeard gently, "little hobbits must not be hasty, this is a decision that will affect the all of Middle Earth, a wise decision must be made and those decisions cannot be rushed."
"It is okay O'Treebeard, Guardian of the Forest, they must know of this plan for it to commence," Gandalf said glancing at the hobbits and their company, "The hobbits are not the only ones who have no knowledge of this plan, and for that reason we must explain ourselves."
It was now that Gandalf the White began his tale, and it began with the creation of Middle Earth and the deep, strong, and ancient magic that holds the lands together.
"There is a tree known as Yggdrasil, the tree of life." He began, "This tree is said to be the life blood of Middle Earth. However the tree is but a figurehead for the real source of power that flows into every living thing. There is a being at the center of all this by the name of Faewen who lives under Yggdrasil. She is the one who truly controls Middle Earth and whose power is unparalleled. But many thousands of years ago she fell into a sleep because her power was only needed to maintain the existence of Middle Earth, she has not woken since. She alone has the power to overthrow the dark lord by force." Gandalf looked up into the faces of his council, scrutinizing each face. "But there are enormous risks." He continued, "Faewen is symbolic of Middle Earth and so any blow to her physical form becomes a blemish on Middle Earth. Should she die, Middle Earth will die with her. However, although Sauron knows of her, he will not wish for her death. He will not want to give up all that he has fought and conquered for. No, our greatest fear is that she will fall into his hands, then he will have an unbinding control over these lands, and that is where the risk lies my good friends." finished Gandalf.
"So we have come to it at last, the decision that will alter our time," said Galadriel, her voice tinkling softly, "You beings who have gathered here will decide, and your decision will determine the future of Middle Earth."
"So what does this all mean Gandalf?" cried Pippin.
"What about the Ring and Frodo and Sam?" yelped Mary.
"Do not despair young hobbits, we have hope yet for your kin but there is no longer time to wait and do nothing, we must take this responsibility upon ourselves." replied Gandalf, "All in favor raise their right hand."
One after another the council members nodded and rose their hands high, and after exchanging a few words with the moth, Gandalf rose and concluded the council.
"And where, Wizard clothed in White, will we find her?" asked Eomer.
"Ah, Horse-master Eomer, that is the easy part," replied Gandalf, "Faewen is wherever the sun touches the ground because she is Middle Earth and from anywhere on Middle Earth may we greet her."