MEETINGS AND COUNSEL: DRABBLING THE AFTERMATH OF THE COUNCIL OF ELROND

by Wayfarer
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Summary
Elladan and Elrohir return from their errand.

‘How fare the Lord and Lady?’

‘They are well,’ Elladan placed a letter into his father’s hand.

Only a faint rustle filled the air while Elrond read it. Then he looked up.

By the window, Elrohir seemed in a pensive mood, studying the swaying birches beyond. At his side, Elladan watched his father.

Elrond frowned, reading the words again. ‘Grave news indeed.’

‘It is beginning, Father’ said Elladan sadly, ‘The Mellyrn... ’

Elrohir turned, ‘And bitterness laces the sweet draught.’

Tenderly, Elrond smiled, ‘Perhaps you are tasting the sadness in your minds. But come, there is still much to do.’

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The sons of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir, were the last to return; they had made a great journey, passing down the Silverlode into a strange country, but of their errand they would not speak to any save Elrond.