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Imladris~Elrond’s Study

Nimirien nodded her head respectfully. ‘ I thank you for your time, Lord Elrond. Ever is your counsel wise. May I say one more thing ere I leave you, as from warrior to lord? If it be as you say, will the Gondorians be able to hold out forever? My lord, I daresay that it is in Gondor, yea it is at the very gates of Minas Ithil, that the stroke of Mordor will fall hardest, and I care not to think what will happen to the rest of the world if Gondor falls and the Shadow spreads. Will any border be truly safe from the Dark Lord and the Ulairi? ‘Twould be better I think to try to join friends while their gates are open, rather than when their walls are besieged. We must repel the Shadow together, my lord, or we will each surely fall to it alone.’ Nimirien paused for a moment, and then added, ‘ Again my lord, I am but a warrior. Your concern is your own borders, not those of some far away land. Would you have me stay to fight for you, my lord? If you so wish it, my sword and my service are yours to command.’ She rose with a dip of her head to depart, but paused for his answer.

Imladris~Elrond's Study

Nimirien smiled as she rose, and then followed Lord Elrond to the door. She bowed. ' My thanks, Lord Elrond, for your time. Na dhen i dagor mae ned Gondor, ah i hâd sí beriatha. Farewell, Lord Elrond. I shall have to think about your offer. My sword is itching to be released from its sheath, but often the hasty blade is misplaced. Thank you, my lord. With your leave, I believe I shall stay at the least one more night, to think. If I leave, I will notify you, and should I be needed, send word, and if I should leave, and Gondor needs aid, I shall myself send word. Hannon le. Namarie.' she bowed as Lord Elrond departed, and then hesitated. She should probably seek out Arthoron, and hold a counsel with her Rangers on their small course of action. She sighed. There was so much to be done, and she was only one person. Shaking her head, she left the room and closed the door silently behind her.


*Sindarin translation: Be it that the battle is well in Gondor, and this place here is protected.*

Imladris~ Courtyard surrounding Elrond's Study

Nimirien took a deep breath of the aromatic breeze of Rivendell and smiled at a fountain trickling nearby. If Gondor wasn't on the brink of war she would stay here as long as her fate allowed. But right now, she felt confused and decided a walk would do her good. She wandered around Imladris for a time, pondering all the questions running through her head, and eventually made her way to the stables, where she found Arthoron. ' Arthoron!' she hailed. He looked up quickly from saddling his horse.

' Captain Kalinardu.' he bowed. Quickly he straightened and stood tall. ' I trust your visit to Lord Elrond went well?'

' As well as may be hoped.' she answered. ' Elrond will protect his own borders for the time. I must think. Lord Elrond gave me permission to leave to Gondor anyway, but I have not decided.'

' My lady, it is said that the river is a fair place to think. Elven waters have certain...elvenness to them.' Arthoron offered. Nimirien smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

' Arthoron, I could not be here without you! My thanks! I shall return at the latest by nightfall. I will find you, and we will decide what needs to be decided. In the meantime, farewell.'. He dipped his head with a hand over the rayed silver star brooch at his shoulder and Nimirien returned the gesture, turning promptly around and heading for the river. She had many things to think about.

Imladris~ Riverside

Nimirien spent a time at the river, musing over the news she had recieved and the events that had occurred. If the King was in peril, what could she do to help? She was a single captain, with twenty able Dúnedain at her command. She could not possibly hope to turn any battle tides. Her men were valiant, yes, and strong, no doubt, but they were only men. Twenty men. Twenty men and a woman. What could they do? Then she thought of the fell Ulairi she had heard tell of, and of Mordor, and Sauron, and all the dark histories of Morgoth and the Shadows. And then she was aware of just how small and safe she was here in Imladris...safe and hidden in the valley with her twenty and countless serene sweet-singing elves and the brother of the founder of her nation. It was so beautiful here, tranquil, unruffled and comfortable. Safe. She did not grudge Elrond his decision to protect the fair valley, where everything was fair and sweet-scented and well-guarded. Safe. Nimirien stood up smoothly, scanning the side of the river with the hints of a grin on her face.

'Indeed this river is elven and a fair musing-spot! Hail the Waters of Rivendell!' and she turned on her heel, climbing back to the city with her resolved hardened and her decision made. She made her way back to the courtyard outside Elrond's study.

Imladris

Messengers of Elendil

Deep did the messengers bow before the herald of Gil-galad. "Lord Elrond," said the chief of those three couriers, "we are grateful for having us in your Homely House. Our message is a brief one, so do not fear that you may sucumb to boredom as we convey it."

He rose to full stature before he spoke. "I am Cemendur of the House of Earendur, sent to thee by Elendil High King of Arnor and Gondor, to convey a message sent by Gil-galad High King of Lindon via palantir. The message was recieved in Annuminas but eight days ago, and was promptly forwarded to the eastern post at Amon Sul, also via palantir. Immediately were we dispatched to your fair House. "

A brief moment to catch his breath was at that moment taken, but it was certainly no great length before he continued. "Gil-galad has battled long and hard to rescue the Prince of Isildur of Gondor. The Eagles bore him into Mordor itself, and it was using the elemnt of surprise that he managed to rescue the Prince before any retaliation could be made. Though he was stricken by a Mordor-blade, he made a full recovery.

"But the Enemy was enraged, and so he ordered the Nine to lay siege to Osgiliath and Minas Ithil. A grievous error, it seems, for King Gil-galad and Prince Anarion saw no challenge in raising the short-lived siege. Isildur makes full recovery and Gondor is at peace; though they are now wary. The Cruel will find it difficult to attack the South-kingdom whilst their watch persists.

"This news Elendil gave to me to give to thee. And yet the King of Lindon has one request: for as thou art his herald and his heir (though Lord Anarion is closer in kinship he is not of Elven-kin) he would much like to speak with thee. He makes all speed to Mithlond, travelling by ship. He beseeches thee to ride to Lindon in the West, and await him at Mithlond. This message he sent but eight days past, moments ere he took ship to Pelargir.

"That, my lord, is the message I was entrusted to give to thee. I bid thee make of it what you will."

Imladris - Elrond's Abode

Elendor Naurind


Elendor could not rest. His teacher had left to the South, in order to rescue Prince Isildur for more than 10 days. The Elves of Imladris were beginning to worry for their King, that had left also, and news of an attack to Minas Ithil increase their worriness even more. All that Elendor could do was wait.

Until the messengers of Elendil arrived. He watched as the Men of Westernesse entered Elrond's study, apparently carrying an important message. He quickly went to the first floor, and eavesdropped the door...

"I am Cemendur of the House of Earendur, sent to thee by Elendil High King of Arnor and Gondor, to convey a message sent by Gil-galad High King of Lindon via palantir. The message was recieved in Annuminas but eight days ago, and was promptly forwarded to the eastern post at Amon Sul, also via palantir. Immediately were we dispatched to your fair House.

"Gil-galad has battled long and hard to rescue the Prince of Isildur of Gondor. The Eagles bore him into Mordor itself, and it was using the element of surprise that he managed to rescue the Prince before any retaliation could be made. Though he was stricken by a Mordor-blade, he made a full recovery.

"But the Enemy was enraged, and so he ordered the Nine to lay siege to Osgiliath and Minas Ithil. A grievous error, it seems, for King Gil-galad and Prince Anarion saw no challenge in raising the short-lived siege. Isildur makes full recovery and Gondor is at peace; though they are now wary. The Cruel will find it difficult to attack the South-kingdom whilst their watch persists.

"This news Elendil gave to me to give to thee. And yet the King of Lindon has one request: for as thou art his herald and his heir (though Lord Anarion is closer in kinship he is not of Elven-kin) he would much like to speak with thee. He makes all speed to Mithlond, travelling by ship. He beseeches thee to ride to Lindon in the West, and await him at Mithlond. This message he sent but eight days past, moments ere he took ship to Pelargir.

"That, my lord, is the message I was entrusted to give to thee. I bid thee make of it what you will."

"I am sorry. I thank you for your message and if you would have no more business with me I must make haste.

Oh and if you require anything, supplies, extra horses or a place to rest for the night Imladris will accomodate you. Farewell for now. I will deliver the return message myself."

As soon as he finished hearing that message, steps were heard from the other side of the door. Elendor quickly steps aside, and runs into the kitchen, where he watches Elrond climb the stairs to his chambers. He steps out of his hiding place and follows the Herald.

Once upstairs, he heard Elrond's room door close. Closed in vain, for Elendor entered the room, and in his fiery spirit, he asked;

"May I go with you to Mithlond? My heart can't rest, and although my mentor ordered me not to leave Imladris, I am willing to disrespect that order, for I wish to see him."

Imladris - Elrond's Chambers

Elendor Naurind


"Sire, I believe that thou art late. I hath everything prepared. The horses are ready, and the supplies are loaded. We are ready to ride this instant, If thou wisheth...for wether or not thou wouldst allow me to ride with thee, I would hath thee followed, bare-footed if necesary." Elendor replied. He had already prepared everything for his departure, and Elrond's, for his horse was already ready to ride, loaded with all supplies needed.

"Let us haste! The ships of Mithlond are swift, and our horses strong, so we shouldest arrive Mithlond in, at least, 13 days, if we ride night and day, and the ship in about a pair of weeks." He informed, as he prepared to leave the chambers, and mount his horse.

Imladris~in the Streets

Turbarad wandered about the fair elven streets of Imladris, idly watching birds frolic and elves slide by gracefully. There was little noise in this fair valley; just the sweet singing of songbirds and the sophisticated murmur of the elves in their passing. As he mounted a narrow flight of stairs onto a scenic overlook he heard a few elves, passing downwards, conversing quietly, and their discourse caught his attention.

Elf 1: Yea, Lord Elrond has been called away on perilous duty.

Elf 2:Know you the nature?

Elf 1: Nay, but he has departed to ready his mount. He will ride away to Mithlond ere the sun sets.

Turbarad raised his eyebrows and hastened up the steps to the balcony. The vista of the foliage around Rivendell caused his breath to catch, but he could see only dim blurs of people moving down below. He did catch the shape of two horses, far below, and decided that Captain Kalinardu might be interested in these new tidings.