The halls got crowded, swarming in by dwarves with stubby beards and their short heights, woodland elves with their blue-ish brown cloaks and perfect looks, the men of Gondor snickering about the Elves and why they are here, and the wizard and hobbit that have started this all. Looking around warily, you noticed a man not speaking like the others, then one of the Elves with a hushed whisper than everyone else, wearing a blue cloak instead of brown, and the hobbit looking scared.

You inhaled a breath, seated near Lord Elrond as he chimed his metal triangle, making silence fall over the Council and pay attention.. You kept her head down, looking at your lap as your bow and quiver were on your left side, leaning against your table..