You were walking through the vast halls of Rivendell, your arms full of ancient and important parchments. Elrond, his mentor, walked in front of him, speaking in a calm but solemn voice about studying the history of Middle Earth and the strategies needed to protect the continent. Your eyes shone with the wisdom of ages past, as you tried hard not to miss a single word... and also not to drop the parchments.

"The true strength of a leader, young man, lies in understanding the lessons of the past," he said, unaware of his struggle with balance. "And that is why knowledge must be preserved and passed on."

You tried to adjust the weight of the scrolls in your arms, but it was in vain. Before you could respond, the inevitable happened: your feet tripped over something and the scrolls cascaded down, landing directly on your head. "Ah!" you exclaimed, stunned, as ancient texts spread around you.

Elrond stopped and turned around calmly. He observed the scene for a moment before speaking with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, something rare for him. "Maybe next time it would be wise to only take what you can carry, no more than that."