As the group settled into the mansion after the day's events, Nienna ensured their privacy before they began their discussion.

"We can speak freely now," she assured them. "I have ensured that they all will have a deep sleep and none will hear our conversation."

She turned to Gandalf with a smile. "Interesting group you brought with you," she remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Finduilas noticed Aredhel's troubled expression as she glanced at her phone. Concerned, she asked, "Are you okay, cousin?"

Aredhel seemed momentarily distracted. "I'm sorry, what?" she responded, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Finduilas repeated her question with a gentle smile. Aredhel sighed, her discomfort evident. "It seems our guests have made quite an impression in this town," she confessed, casting a glance at the reporter.

"You mentioned social media was abuzz," Nellas interjected curiously. "What kind of messages are people posting?"

Aredhel hesitated before responding. "All kinds," she admitted. "People are interested in them, and they like them," she added, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "Perhaps some like them a bit too much."

Luthien, sensing something amiss, approached Aredhel. "What do you mean?" she inquired.

Aredhel handed her the cellphone, a smirk playing on her lips. Luthien and Nellas huddled together, reading the messages with growing incredulity, while Finduilas and Ariel glanced at their own phones.

Gandalf observed the scene with bemusement. While Valinor was advanced, the intricacies of modern society still baffled him.

"Gandalf, I'm not sure how to put this," Aredhel began, stifling a laugh.

Before she could continue, Finduilas interjected, her tone serious. "This is not a laughing matter," she admonished.

Undeterred, Aredhel continued, "As I was saying, dear Gandalf…your 'servants' are celebrities now."

She paused for a moment, then added with a hint of amusement, "I wouldn't be surprised if there are already fan clubs and stalkers out there."

After Aredhel's remarks, the conversation took a lighthearted turn as they discussed the implications of their unexpected fame and how the situation would evolve once the news spread out of the town into the rest of Valinor. After a while, as they ate some food courtesy of the mayor, some of them reflected in silence on the recent events and what they had learned.

Aredhel found herself contemplating the recent events. "Frodo Ninefingers… Samwise the Brave… Thorin Oakenshield… It's really a shame my people have not heard of them or their tales. Mortals, with all their flaws, seem to grasp life with a fervor we elves often lack. Their time on Arda is fleeting, yet they live each moment with such passion. Even the most arrogant members of my own family could learn a lesson or two from their resilience and dedication to their cause. It's humbling to see how these mortals, who have achieved so much and endured so many hardships, remain humble and selfless in their pursuit of what they believe is right. While some in my family may possess dedication, it often serves their own agendas rather than the greater good. Unlike them, these mortals didn't seek fame or recognition; they acted out of love for their land and their people. They were willing to sacrifice their happiness and even their own lives for the greater good, a quality that commands the deepest respect."

Meanwhile, Finduilas pondered her family's conflicts in light of the interactions she had witnessed. "And I thought my own family was problematic," she mused, her thoughts drifting to the strained relationship between Denethor and Faramir. "How could a father treat his own son so callously?" she wondered sadly, recalling the anguish on Faramir's face when his father sent him on the mission to retake Osgiliath.

Luthien's mind turned to the resilience of the mortals she had encountered. "I wonder how these beings, with all their frailties, endure such hardships," she wondered. "Their courage in the face of adversity is remarkable. Despite knowing the risks, they embark on perilous journeys for the sake of others, seeking no glory or recognition. Their sacrifices for the freedom and well-being of their people leave scars, both seen and unseen. I can only hope that we will have the opportunity to speak openly with them and learn from their experiences."

The next day, after a restful night, everyone gathered in the main hall, eager to discuss the day's plans and events. However, Frodo and Sam were noticeably absent, but their companion assumed they needed more rest.

As they convened, Nienna expression changed, as she received urgent news from the other Valar regarding a meeting in the Ring of Doom.

My lady? Gandalf asked, concern on his face, for he noticed something was wrong. Nienna sighed and explained. " a meeting will be held today at the ring of doom"

The Words were strange to the mortals, but the elves and Gandalf understood that something of grave importance was happening. The last time there was such a meeting was when the valar decided to cast melkor to the void.

She explained

"This gathering will include the most important figures of Valinor, spanning from Maiar to the leaders of the Elven royal houses…The purpose of the meeting was to address the growing turmoil among the Noldor and other Elves."

For a moment she seemed tired,

"I truly dont want to go" she confessed to the others, and lowered her face, showing a strange moment of vulnerability for such a powerful being.

"my lady" bilbo said, surprising her "I know I am just a dumb hobbit, but if there is anything I can do, then just ask" Nienna regarded him as she saw there was a real concern on his face for her.

She gave Gandalf a qucik glance, before returning her gaze to Bilbo, a smile on her face

"Hobbits are indeed remarkable creatures"

Aragorn added: Aragorn asked "My lady, if we are to understand the situation, can you explain to us the different factions involved on Valinor politics"
Nienna sighed for a moment
"Manwe was appointed by Eru himself as Ruler of all Arda, not just valinor. He is the Elder king. However Eru gave all his children free will and long ago, when the Elves arrived on Valinor, they established their own kingdoms and were free to live their lives as they pleased. However they all acknowledged and respected the Rule of the Valar and Manwe as High king."
She looked around and was pleased to see she got their full attention
"Now I am sure Gandalf has told you a little bit of the Elven kingdoms but just in case I will explain them…there are the Vanyar, who are ruled by Ingwe. He is also considered as the high king of all Elves. Then the Noldor, ruled by Finwe. He is the grandfather of both Finduilas and Aredhel"
She took a moment and continued
"The Teleri established two main kingdoms, the Falmari or sea Elves, ruled by King Olwe; and the Sindar who are ruled by King Elu Thingol, Luthien's Father"
Luthien Intervened "There is also a third group of Teleri, they are known as the sylvan or Wood Elves and are ruled by King Thranduil. His people at first refused the Valar's call to come to Valinor and stayed a little longer on middle earth. Their land is the only place in Valinor where, throught enchantments placed by the valar, the light of the trees does not shine"

The next day dawned with a sense of anticipation as the group gathered in the main hall, eager to discuss the day's plans and events. However, the absence of Frodo and Sam did not go unnoticed, though their companions assumed they needed more rest after the previous day's ordeal.

As they convened, Nienna's expression shifted, betraying a hint of concern as she received urgent news from the other Valar regarding a meeting in the Ring of Doom.

"My lady?" Gandalf inquired, noting the change in Nienna's demeanor. With a sigh, she proceeded to explain, "A meeting will be held today at the Ring of Doom."

Though the mortal members of the group were unfamiliar with the significance of such a gathering, the elves and Gandalf understood its gravity. The last time such an assembly occurred was when the Valar cast Melkor into the void.

"The purpose of this meeting," Nienna continued, her voice weighed with solemnity, "is to address the growing turmoil among the Noldor and other Elves."

A weariness seemed to settle over Nienna as she confessed to the others, "I truly don't want to go," her vulnerability surprising even herself.

"My lady," Bilbo interjected, his earnestness catching Nienna off guard, "I know I am just a hobbit, but if there is anything I can do to assist, please don't hesitate to ask." Nienna regarded Bilbo with a mixture of surprise and admiration. Here was a mortal, weary from his adventures and hailing from a land torn by war, offering his aid to her and Valinor—a land that, while not free of its own troubles, had never experienced the chaos and strife of Middle-earth. It struck her deeply that someone from such a troubled realm would extend a helping hand without hesitation.

The sincerity in Bilbo's eyes touched something within Nienna. It was a reminder that even in the darkest corners of Arda, there were beings of compassion and kindness, willing to offer aid to those in need. Despite the weariness etched into his features, there was a resilience in Bilbo's spirit that spoke volumes about the strength of mortal hearts.

For a moment, Nienna found herself speechless, overcome by the humility and selflessness of this unlikely hero. She exchanged a quick glance with Gandalf, silently acknowledging the significance of Bilbo's offer. Then, with a warm smile, she spoke softly to him, her voice filled with gratitude.

"Hobbits are indeed remarkable creatures," she said, her eyes reflecting the deep well of emotions within her. "Your offer of assistance is truly appreciated, Bilbo. In times such as these, it is heartening to know that there are souls like yours willing to lend aid, even in lands far beyond your own."

As her gaze swept over the others gathered in the hall, she was met with similar expressions of resolve and determination. Aragorn, Faramir, Eomer, and even Thorin stood tall, their eyes reflecting a shared commitment to the cause. Each of them offered their services without hesitation.

Seeking clarity, Aragorn addressed Nienna, "If we are to understand the situation, could you explain the different factions involved in Valinor politics?"

Nienna sighed before delving into an explanation, her words drawing the rapt attention of her audience. She elucidated, "Manwe, appointed by Eru himself, reigns as the Elder King over all Arda. Long ago, when the Elves arrived in Valinor, they established their own kingdoms, yet they all acknowledged the rule of the Valar and Manwe as the High King."

She proceeded to delineate the various Elven kingdoms, detailing the Vanyar ruled by Ingwe, the Noldor governed by Finwe, and the Teleri with their two main factions—the Falmari led by King Olwe and the Sindar under King Elu Thingol, Luthien's father.

Luthien interjected," contributing her own knowledge to the discussion. "There is also a third group of Teleri, known as the Sylvan or Wood Elves, an offshoot of our kin. They were the last to reach Valinor, and their love for the stars prompted them to ask the Valar to conceal their kingdom from the light of the Trees."

Nienna's voice resonated with a sense of urgency as she addressed the assembled group. "There has been growing discontent among some of the Noldor regarding their role in Valinor," she began, her tone grave. "Prince Feanor is the main instigator of this unrest, and his ideas have spread not only among the Noldor but also to other factions, particularly the younger generations. Public debates have ensued, but the Valar have refrained from intervening out of respect for their free will."

As Nienna's explanation sank in, a somber atmosphere settled over the gathering. The implications of Feanor's influence weighed heavily on their minds, stirring a sense of unease about the future of Valinor.

Before further discussion could ensue, Sam burst into the room, his demeanor fraught with worry. "Sorry to interrupt, but it's Frodo," he blurted out, his voice trembling with anguish. "He's in a bad way. I don't know what to do!"

Instantly, concern rippled through the group as they realized the severity of Frodo's condition. Without hesitation, they hurried to Frodo's room, their steps quickening with each passing moment.

Despite Nienna's earnest attempts to aid Frodo, it became apparent that his condition was beyond her healing abilities. Aragorn, recognizing the urgency of the situation and the severity of Frodo's wound inflicted by the Morgul blade, knew that immediate action was necessary.

"In times like these, delay could be fatal," Aragorn declared firmly, his voice resonating with authority. "We need to act fast."

Gandalf, his expression grave, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, we cannot afford to waste any time," he affirmed, his gaze shifting to Nienna. "The Valar must intervene."

Nienna met Gandalf's gaze with understanding, her resolve firm. "Este," she said, invoking the name of the Valie of healing. "I will take him immediately to my kin so that he may be healed. But I need to know who will come with me."

Without hesitation, each member of the group, though unprepared for such an unexpected turn of events, voiced their agreement to accompany Nienna.