When the group of elves met with the three travelers, they could all feel the work of Ancient Magicks and of the Valar from both the three humanoid creatures and the two Avian creatures. This was not a surprise to be coming from Mithrandir, as it was quite well known that he was an Istari, but for it to be coming from the smaller two humanoids; it was quite a surprise, especially in such depths and so strongly.
Arwen looked over them and nearly felt her breath leave her, could she be correct in her observations? Slowly, she spoke as if afraid it would all be but a dream, and she would wake up without realizing the truth in her observations.
She looked them over, tears glistening in her eyes, "Pray tell, Mithrandir, do my senses deceive me? Do we have Young Ones in our midst?"
Mithrandir smiled, a very caring and understanding smile, "No, Arwen, these are young Elves; your senses are correct. May I introduce Nelion, son of Maglor and Ellisar, of the House of Fëanor, of clan Ñoldor. "
Mithrandir looked to the young girl, "And this is Nelion's betrothed, Naeriel, daughter of Tinuven and Calbes, of the House of Fingolfin, of clan Ñoldor. Tinuven was the son of Argon and Helchel, of the House of Fingolfin, and the clan of Ñoldor."
Arwen had tears nearly ready to fall, as the two young staff-wielders removed their hoods from their covered faces. They seemed a little nervous, but perfectly safe and happy, and well cared for as well. She smiled, seeing their index fingers dressed in a silver ring each.
The rings were obviously Elven made, and quite well done she could see, and it pleased her to see two young Elves who were obviously in love and well cared for. Arwen had questions, but before she could ask, Mithrandir interrupted her:
"My dear, I believe you must make haste to Aragorn, for he needs you. I can sense a great evil approaches here, and I fear that I must continue on with these precious cargo, and you must ride as quickly as you can for another precious cargo, which your love carries as both a burden and as a gift. Ride, Arwen, daughter of The Last Homely House East of the Sea; for the time is neigh, and your decision here will cost a life, should you not respond as quickly as you and your horse are able," Mithrandir said in a steely-edged, but still friendly, voice.
Arwen looked shock at first, and her heart was split, but she steadies herself and nodded. She looked back to her company, "Lieutenant, send two of your men as escort to Rivendell for Mithrandir, Nelion, and Naeriel. The rest of your men are to remain here, and I will set off toward Aragorn."
The lieutenant nodded his head, giving an Elven salute, and then barked off orders. Arwen was already speeding off, with one last look to the newly acquired hope of her people, as she raced off to save her love and the package of burden and gift he would carry so willingly.
Mithrandir, Nelion, and Naeriel walked with the two men that the Lieutenant had sent to escort them, in order to make sure that the three made it there safely. Nelion and Naeriel were laughing at the twins, Elladan and Elrohir, who were throwing various fruits around and catching them between one another.
The twins had introduced themselves as the older siblings to Arwen, along with their adoptive brother Aragorn, who was also known as Estel to the elves. Although the twins were older than their siblings, they enjoyed playing around and behaving like children so much that they kept their mischievous side up, but they stated they knew when to behave as men as well.
Nelion bit into the fruit that the twins sent his way, sharing it with Naeriel, as the two betrothed took small bites from it. It was more than enough for the two, as they had ate regularly throughout their life. Nelion smiled as Naeriel grinned and commented that the fruit was much more sweet in this part of the world.
Elladan grinned, rubbing the back of his head, as he commented, "The magicks in this part of the world are particularly strong, and that is part of the reason Rivendell was built here in the first place. The Valar have blessed this area quite a lot over the years, and we are blessed to experience great harvests and excellent seasons."
Elrohir nods his head, "Yes, as my younger brother said, the seasons are excellent. Even the rain comes and goes in proper amounts. We are quite blessed in those aspects, among others of course," he motioned to the two Young Ones, who blushed, and then he continued, "but, we are quite blessed in numerous ways. You will be staying, yes?"
Elladan interrupted his brother, "What my foolish younger twin brother means is that we hope you would consider remaining with us in Rivendell. While it is true that there is much to see in the world, there is much to be said to remaining with family and friends while you are able as well."
Naeriel giggled at their instances, her giggles sounding like musical instruments, "Yes, we plan on living in Rivendell for quite some time. We are unsure of the exact amount, of course, but Nelion and I would like to marry before we set out to explore this world," she looked around, "of course, we don't plan on leaving Rivendell until the evil we can all sense is finally defeated once and for all."
Mithrandir nodded his head, stroking his beard, "Yes, that is quite a wise plan, but for now, we are here," he motioned to the entrance of Rivendell, which was only but a few feet in front of the group. The gates to Rivendell were open and inviting, there were Elves who were walking around doing their day-to-day duties and lives.
The Last Homely House was the center point of the first village that was seen upon entering the front gates, but there were more villages scattered down the path to the valley. In fact, the City of Rivendell was made of many smaller villages, where Elves lived, worked, and traded in order to keep the City of Rivendell prosperous and able to function.
Although it was true that many different Elves had chosen to move on throughout the centuries, there were still a good amount who chose to remain. Although there were no Young Ones, there was still hope amongst the Elves that some may yet be birthed someday.
It was for this reason that when the twins brought Mithrandir, Nelion, and Naeriel into Rivendell Proper many had stopped for a moment to look in surprise. They did not crowd the Young Ones, nor they stop to stare, but they were surprised.
Past that initial surprise, there were many who smiled, as hope filled their hearts once more. All of the Elves knew of the pressing darkness that had, once again, been filling the world. The hearts of Men and Dwarf had turned against the Valar, and the Elves, but perhaps there was still hope? With Young Ones once again walking amongst them, perhaps the road to victory would not be as steep as it once felt?