Out-riders from the armies of Isildur heralded his arrival, along with that of the Elven High-King and their personal guards. As they rode into the valley the men who accompanied Isildur gasped collectively at the beauty that surrounded them. Servants came and took their horses to be fed and watered as the leaders and their retinues followed Elrond, who had come out to greet them, embracing them in fellowship.
A magnificent table had been set with fish and fowl, fruit and breads of all kinds. The troops settled down to enjoy the repast before getting down to the business of planning their strategy against the legions of Sauron. When at last they found themselves pushing away from the table, Elrond stood to address the assembled leaders. "In this time of greatest need, here we find ourselves forming a grand alliance in this, our most desperate hour. We welcome all those, both Men and Elves who have chosen to stand against Sauron Bauglir. My troops are even now readying themselves for the march. Tomorrow, by your leave, I wish inspect the armies that will march with the Elves of Imladris and Lothlorien, so that we might better coordinate our efforts." Isildur stood as Elrond fell silent. "You have proven yourself a masterful host, Lord Elrond. You can survey my troops at will and you will find them ready."
Elrond inclined his head, then turned to Gil-Galad. "Lord, I have a request to ask of you. Their are many Elven women here in Imladris than I would have taken to safer ground, for we will empty this land of all my warriors and they would be left defenseless. Have you anyone who might be willing to lead a small escort to Lothlorien and the safety of Galadriel?" Gil-Galad smiled. "I have just the one, Elrond. Send a messenger to the Great Hall and have him bid Melost and Thelian to my side. Melost is my close kinsman and his betrothed, as you know has long dwelt here under your protection." A messenger was summoned and he walked swiftly along the corridors, his mind on his errand.
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