At the gathering mountains were growing up, adventures, enthralling, encountering the same problems, in the harvest of happiness, but the news were soon to be unveiled, referring to those in here.

"Celedrian and Lord Elrond" In repeated order and cheerfully "You are blessed a dutiful wife and honoured loyal husband. 

"Narthor, the King of the Elves has listen to my presence already, the rings might wait for winter by the end of the fall, isn't it this freshly whether warm a gathering strength to rejuvenate and unite a formula?" 

"Cassandra, this is it" Assisted to her noting wide eyes.

"Déorhild, she soon found the rounds through the meeting points, one amiable if to listen or act accord"

"Legonas, an arrow, after an arrow and you fletching a path." 

"Nefertari" The red river nearly flooded it shores, "We are not refugees from Valar, you granted me an excellent idea to raise up as well, if Suaron knew that he is not alone. Nor light, nor colour, the void of shadows has gates to all the realms, individuals and beings. I will protect the children, nor less."

"And where is the King Thranduril? Ordering a festivity for this council" We have looked everywhere for him, I've never heard of him, there is no one else as him so for to speak as he will. "Messengers will be sent to the Kings and Queens, Lords and Ladies of the realms, to be prepared. This battle will have an only magical power."