Lord Elrond, the kind and fair King of Rivendell was taking his walk. Mentally distracted from his duties, by the recent visit of Gandalf the Grey.

The thoughts of Erebor being opened again, A possible invasion, of the goblins. Dwarves returning and the threat to his kingdom. It was all was heavy on his mind As he walked he enjoyed the nature, Stepping alone. Long white robes, his hair shining and the jewelry was decent. He looked like every other elven man like this.

As he walked, he paused eventually. Lifting his gaze at a noise in the bushes.