[ Breakfast was served early in the morning, as per elvish custom. Nearly all the guests attend, though it's told more are arriving just before the meeting. Alfor is a gracious host, a little friendlier than the elves are known for, and he seems to be on good terms with the Wizard Shiro. Allura is not there.
In the late morning, all gather on a large terrace, round and flowing from several open arches of the main building. The east side of the terrace remains open to the forests and cliffs of the land it sits on, the view of the waterfall that runs under the western portion of the residence easily visible. The sun is slowly climbing the sky and the air has warmed slightly, but fall is clearly settling in. Orange and yellow leaves dance about and crunch beneath boots as guests take their seats.
Alfor stands by his chair at the front, wooden and delicately carved. Men sit to his right, placed in two rows of chairs. The elves sit directly across from Alfor, settling into their chairs with silent grace. A small group of Dwarves has attended as well, flanking the elves begrudgingly, while Shiro and a Halfing sit on the far left.
Allura enters with the elves, chatting lightly with a tall man with bright orange hair--uncharacteristic, but hard to miss. She is dressed far more appropriately than she had been the night before and wears a golden circlet on her forehead. A squick glance is spared towards Lance, but she otherwise keeps to herself and her friend. ]
"Everyone, please be seated."
[ Alfor gestures to the crowd and takes a seat himself. All follow suit. ]
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate–this one doom. "
[ He gestures to a pedestal in the center of the terrace. ]
THE COUNCIL OF ALFOR
In the late morning, all gather on a large terrace, round and flowing from several open arches of the main building. The east side of the terrace remains open to the forests and cliffs of the land it sits on, the view of the waterfall that runs under the western portion of the residence easily visible. The sun is slowly climbing the sky and the air has warmed slightly, but fall is clearly settling in. Orange and yellow leaves dance about and crunch beneath boots as guests take their seats.
Alfor stands by his chair at the front, wooden and delicately carved. Men sit to his right, placed in two rows of chairs. The elves sit directly across from Alfor, settling into their chairs with silent grace. A small group of Dwarves has attended as well, flanking the elves begrudgingly, while Shiro and a Halfing sit on the far left.
Allura enters with the elves, chatting lightly with a tall man with bright orange hair--uncharacteristic, but hard to miss. She is dressed far more appropriately than she had been the night before and wears a golden circlet on her forehead. A squick glance is spared towards Lance, but she otherwise keeps to herself and her friend. ]
"Everyone, please be seated."
[ Alfor gestures to the crowd and takes a seat himself. All follow suit. ]
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate–this one doom. "
[ He gestures to a pedestal in the center of the terrace. ]
"Bring forth the Ring, Keith."