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She eyed her. "I thought it was a rumor at first, but it's like a sudden uproar now. The ring of Sauron..." She laughed a bit to herself. "You think of it as the truth?" She asked as she held a curious smile on her face. The road was gettign hard to see nw that there was nothing but the slight moonlight through the forest branches, but she trusted her horse and her own eyesight.

She nodded and retrieved Naraithas before following him, striding lightly over the ground. She did not speak for a while but pondered over his words. Rohan was not safe - nowhere was and this close to the White Tower it wasn't surprising but where were the armies of horsemen that should be driving the orcs from the land? Were the Rohirrim patrolling the gap of Rohan or could they be walking directly into an ambush. She frowned. Ever since she had emerged from Fangorn it had been present. That sense. Death had occured and although it had been some miles away she felt uneasy with the surroundings. They could be seen easily here in the open spaces. She would be happier when they regained some sort of cover to shelter from any watching eyes, even if it meant they were unable to see anyone following them. The feeling intensified the further they travelled and she soon began to be convinced that it was only a matter of time before they ran into some serious trouble themselves.

Nimrondell was silent and Erestor merely enjoyed it so as they wer ein dangerous territory, Rohan was undefended, Isengard was dark with riddles that he lacked answers to. Erestor knew the passing of the river Isen would be time concuming as he wanted to avoid Orthanc at all cost, using sand and debri he would allow Nimrondell to help as he in just his undergarment went to the dirtying and troubling task of gatherin such items as he tossed it into the river in a particular way. Soon he dried off and put his full garb on as now there was a rise under the water enough that the horses could cross, once on pace again Imladris (Rivendell) was in elven view.

"Come....you are to be my assistant and aid in this meeting, tis a council of the eldest and wisest of middle earth for it which should have never been forgotten but was.....has been found. Tis a council within the house of Elrond and you and I are to be present and represent Lady Lorien and Lord Celeborn, be weary for there will be men....and dwarves....keep yourself and your wit and we will be fine." With that his horse winnied and onward into Imladris's borders as they crossed its river and entered the dwelling of Lord Elrond.

Thomas was trying to catch up to Naiper now that he had maggically gotten to the shire and back so quickly, but he didn't find a spoon only a wooden ladle. Without thinking he shouted, "Naiper wait for me, my wooden ladle may be of some use." Then he drew out the ladle and his lance and continued to run after Naiper.

Nimrondell helped Erestor with the river in her rideing clothing, only because that was all she had and it dried fast enough. They both worked quickly and quietly untill the ground had been raised enough for the horses to cross. Then Erestor dried and put on the rest of his clothing and then they were off again. Nimrondell could now see Imladris and she smiled, it would be good to come home. As the entered the borders Nimrondell's eyes lightened, it felt so good to see her woods once again.

Erestor informed her that she would be present with him at council to represent the Lady Lorien and Lord Celeborn. Nimrondell had an idea about what due to Erestor's wording but kept it to herself. "Be weary for there will be men and dwarves" Erestor had also said as they continued to ride further into Imladris. She had seen little of man other then Aragorn as she grew up and had never seen a dwarf at all. All she knew of them was that the elves hated them, for something that they had done years ago. However, she would keep in mind that she was here for a purpose and that was not to be forgotten. "Very well" she said as she looked down, she really had hoped she would not be wearing this to the council.

As the came to the beautiful city Nimrondell became a little home sick, she had forgotten why she had left in the first place. When the came to the place they needed to be, they dismounted. Two male elves came quickly and took the horses to the stable where they would be cared for. The council would not start for another hour or so and so they were both lead to different rooms to freshen up before it began. Nimrondell was given a beautiful purple velvet dress with silver trim to wear to the council. Arwen had sent it to her, she knew Nimrondell from when she was younger, so she also knew that Nimrondell never was ready for any kind of social matters. Nimrondell quickly washed her face and body and put the dress on leaveing her other clothing near the bed. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and gasped. She was beautiful young elf, she had not seen herself in a dress in years, she was always out on duty with all the males. She walked over to the mirror and there on a small table was a brush and a small circlet for her to wear. Nimrondell picked up the brush and pulled it through her hair, when she was done it looked like a black flowing waterfall with a hint of purple. She smiled and placed the circlet on her head and walked out, time was almost up. Things would begin soon and she did not want to be late and make Erestor angry with her.

Nimrondell walked out the door and knocked lightly on Erestor's door and waited for an answer. Her head was down slightly and she was looking at the floor, holding her hands together. She then turned to face over the belcony to see the gardens below. She didn't even hear the door open as she watched the birds and the flowers swaying. She loved her home so much and it had changed so little from when she was last here but things still seemed to catch her mind. Erestor waited, Nimrondell's back to him now, her long black hair swaying slightly back and forth. She felt someone looking at her and she turned to see who it was, there Erestor stood.

Elrothiel drew Naraithas and crouched down into the grass. She looked into the distance and still she could not see much. The devilry of Isengard was blocking her elven vision but her awareness of death was sharpening. The enemies were already almost upon them but she could feel deaths like tiny pains stabbing her skull. She whispered quietly, "An Uruk-Hai raiding party. I am fairly sure. But there is something else. Death. They are killing people and they are probably outnumbered. We must hurry if we are to help the survivors."

Nimrondell smiled as she saw Erestor, then they were off to the council. As they walked Nimrondell took in all that she had missed but then Erestor suddenly stopped. Without looking back at her he said "you look quite lovely Nimrondell, you remind me of Valinor." Nimrondell blushed a little, she had never had anyone tell her that she was lovely before. She knew that Valinor was a beautiful place but only from stories for she was yet to travel there. "Thank you, you look handsome as well if i may say so" She answered back. It was all she could think of to say but then it floated away from her mind as they both entered the council. She saw Lord Elrond before a huge wood chair. His sons at his side, Nimrondell smiled to them and Lord Elrond and then bowed in respect as she passed.

Nimrondell saw that something bothered Erestor but said nothing. She took her seat next to him and then looked over slightly "are you well" she asked quietly with a look of concern on her face. Nimrondell sat quietly with her head held high as most elves did, not even thinking about it. Her features were even more beautiful as the sun came down into the council and brushed against her face like a cool breeze. Her hair was braided in the elven fashion and the circlet spirkled brightly in the sun as did the silver threads in her dress. However, the one thing that shown the most was her bright green eyes. Who still looked at Erestor with concern as he had not yet answered her or made any aknowledgement.