[Garen LiLorian]

The great West road stretched before him, the moonlight turning its packed earth into the semblance of a winding river of silver. His horse running smoothly down it, Angóre felt the current of the road sweeping him away, as it were a real river, and one he could drown in. On his left the Trollshaws loomed, broken trees giving the place a look like the mouth of one of it's namesakes, or like one of the tombs of Men. The forest seemed to swallow the incandescent moonlight that illuminated the surroundings so clearly to Elven eyes. The dark forest held a wealth of memories for Angóre, memories that had been worn smooth of emotion by long use. The end of his life lay there, the end of his family and the end of his emotion.

But the Trollshaws were not his destination this night. He was bound for Imladris, the end of a long year of errantry lay behind him and the comforts of the last Homely House ahead. He slowed his horse to a walk, feeling the night breezes wafting gently over his skin. Rivendell still lay a good days journey away, even by the paces of the great elf-horse he rode.

And so, a day later, Angóre crossed the ford of Bruinen and came into Rivendell. The atmosphere was quiet and hushed, with none of the omnipresent music that was such a part of this house. Angóre could feel a great loss here, a sadness that he felt could never be remedied completely. Quickly he caught the sleeve of a passing elf. "Tell me, friend, what has happened here. Why sits the merry house of Elrond so silent?"


The Elf told the story of Celebrian's capture, of her imprisionment in the deep of Moria. Angóre stood as one stunned for a long moment. "And what now is the state of affairs?" He asked, very quietly. "Lord Elron has summoned a council. Elladan and Elrohir have been summoned as well as the lady Arwen. There it shall be decided what action we will take. Namarië, mellon" And the elf moved on.

Angóre did not hesitate. Straight away he strode into the hall of Elrond, and seated himself among the many Elves present, including one he did not know, a lady elf, dressed as those from Lórien. He nodded greetings to those he knew well and waited for Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir to begin.