You arrive in the halls of Imladris as the council of Elrond meets to decide the fate of the one ring, weapon of the enemy.

You have been chosen to listen and to speak for your kind, elves and men and dwarves sit in attendance.

The Wizard Gandalf sits across from you clad in robes of grey, tattered and travel-worn. Many would mark him as an old man, yet you can sense a great power within him, as though he is filled with light, he gazes at you keenly as the time comes for you to speak.