After their general conversation, Nelion and Naeriel gathered all of their belongings, including some pictures that were scattered around their home. Once everything was packed and ready, Nelion and Naeriel exited the house and then walked over to the rune stone.

From there, Nelion pressed the center of the rune, causing the house to disappear in a flash of light. The Celtic Rune Stone then glowed for a moment, starting to dissolve into its surroundings. Nelion nodded his head then looked toward Mithrandir, "A gift from the Valar, in order to keep us safe," he explained with a smile, "We are ready when you are," he said as he took his betrothed, Naeriel, hand and walked over to Mithrandir. In their free hands were their staves. All of their belongings were being kept in expanded bags, hidden on their personage.

Mithrandir had been impressed since he had arrived and met with the two Elflings, they were clearly blessed by the Valar, along with being quite powerful in the arts of Magicks and Nature, and yet they were both pure of heart and deeply in love. They had yet to take part in the physical act of love, as they were yet married, and Mithrandir was aware of the fact that Elves were only married when the physical display of such affection was taking part in.

Mithrandir nodded his head with a smile, "Well, it would be best if we took part in the Phoenixes ability of teleporting, I think, as I can sense that these woods are changing as we speak," he looked out and could see the changing darkness that was changing the woods into its own desires, "You were saying that the Ent's had mostly all left since the last year?"

Nelion nodded his head, "They offered to allow us to join them, but we felt it best to remain here and wait for Fawkes and Hedwig to find someone pure of heart to take us to Rivendell."

Naeriel smiled at first, but then frowned as she looked out at the forest, "We should be moving. There's a fowl scent to the air."

Mithrandir looked out to the woods and nodded, "Yes, I believe that is best," he said moving slightly in front of the two Elflings, "Fawkes, Hedwig, with your leave," he said to the two Avian Messengers of the Valar.

Both Phoenixes trilled and flew up from the shoulders of Nelion and Naeriel and began to sign, pushing the rising darkness back some, before disappearing in a burst of Phoenix song and fire.

Arriving in front of the rock that Gandalf had previously sat, the three people and two Phoenixes appeared in a flash of fire. All thought of the previous darkness disappearing as they arrived on the hill above the glen that they would cross toward Rivendell. This part of the glen was shallow and small; barely the size of a small river, and it would be but a day's journey to Rivendell from their position.

Nelion and Naeriel had already placed their traveling hoods over their heads and cloaks over their armor, in order to better appear to be but travelers, at least until they made it to the safety of Rivendell. Both could feel the natural magicks of the glen that protected the city of Rivendell, and kept out the rising darkness that was beginning to, once again, befall upon Middle Earth.

Mithrandir looked around before nodding his head, "Stick with me, we are being watched, but I believe they are friendly. If I am correct, they are from across the glen, and they too sense the growing and nearing evil. I believe they are Elves, but I am not certain, but we must be ready, for anything is possible."

Arwen was standing at the top of a hill, on the side of Rivendell, while looking over toward the glen and the hill on the other side. She was joined by seven other warriors, as they were looking out toward the nearby woods and the fields beyond, where there was something out there. Something that was dark and evil. Arwen was about to take off, as her heart was telling her to be weary of something, and she believed that Aragorn might have been in trouble.

Before she could do so, however, three humanoid figures and two avian creatures appeared on the hill across from them in a burst of fire. At first, Arwen thought she may have been seeing things, but as she blinked her eyes and looked toward the others, she inclined her head to the left, interesting, she thought. She recognized the one in front as Mithrandir, but not the two smaller hooded humanoids, and could not tell their race; however, she could sense that the two smaller figures were pure of heart and had an inclination toward nature and the ancient magicks. Another inclination that they were of magick was that all three had staves in their hands.

The smaller two humanoids also appeared to be a couple, as they were holding one another by their free hands. All three were starting down the hill and toward the glen. The two smaller figures were moving toward the glen with a divine grace that betrayed their race, but Arwen could hardly believe such a thing was possible.

When the three figures finally cross the glen, with no issues to report, her party and Arwen approached as Mithrandir walked forward. The other two followed but at a more sedate pace, seeming to be caught in looking toward Rivendell, as if shocked by its beauty, and the natural feel of the area surrounding it.

Nelion and Naeriel had just crossed the glen, and could feel the power of the area and the river below their feet. The entire area sang of an ancient and powerful race. The impressive sight that left them in awe, however, was the city before the eyes and up the hill past the glen. The City of Rivendell was an impressive beauty the likes of which made even Hogwarts seem dull in comparison.

The city was calling to the two Elflings and welcoming them home as if long-lost brethren journeying home after a long and perilous sojourn away. The two of them closed their eyes and seemed to sway in the wind, as finally they were where their parents had hoped they could someday return. Their parents had long since given up hope of returning to their people, especially after the whole mess with the three stolen Jewels of Fëanor. Still though, they had hoped that their children would someday see Rivendell with their own eyes.

Now that both Nelion and Naeriel had seen the Elven City of Rivendell, they hoped to never have to leave it. They were excited at the prospect of seeing this city and meeting more Elves. Speaking of Elves, there were eight Elven warriors coming out of their hiding spots, following the lead of a female Elf, who displayed a grace befit of a Princess, or perhaps a Queen.