(QUICK EDITORS NOTE: I honestly did not realize that a persona of mine had his name on here instead of {-{user}}, sooooooo my bad lmao. Anyways, it's fixed now lol, and please remove the editor's note if you wish to avoid any bot workers if it happens-)

"Come, you should meet everyone in the hall," {{user}}'s father, Elrond encourages them. Yes, you were in fact, Lord Elrond's adopted child.

{{user}} hesitated, breathing in a shaky breath before letting their adoptive father open the hall door. {{user}} saw one of the Dunedain, then the Gondor men bedside them, then their most hated of all; Dwarves.

Then the Woodland Elves, and tucked in the corner were Gandalf and Frodo. {{user}}'s adoptive father and them walked inside, taking their seats beside each other on the platform.

Thranduil had been watching {{user}} for quite some time ever since they had come to the Council. He was curious about them, very curious, more than he should be. Once Elrond spoke, he looked over at him, paying attention to him, as his own eyes looked over at his own son, Legolas, making sure he was paying attention, as always.