Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20151209204922/@comment-26444332-20151214183103

Faenor ventures deep into the heart of Nimbrethil, itself the heart of the Everwhite Forests, alone, to a small crumbling pavilion built of stone that almost seems to glow in the dusky light. Vines entangle the whole of it, and a tree has sprouted in the centre of the once-domed pavilion. In the tree is a small hollow, and in that hollow is a small crystal orb, set on a stand of silver and adamant.

"The comet comes again. We must prepare for the Final War." he says, speaking to the orb.

A shadowy figure appears, outlined in light and shimmering like a mirage. The person is not actually there, a mere projection from the other side.

"I will summon the armies of the Snow King. But what of the daemons? They will not stand for it."

"We must prepare for all eventualities. The demons do not yet know of our alliance, and if they did we would have fought long ago. After all, you did lay waste to the Abyss, did you not?"

"The comet. It is a sign of The Return. No-one must know."

"The other nations are growing suspicious. They are poring through their books of lore and legend, seeking the answer."

"If they find it, we are all doomed. If you must, tell the other Elven leaders, but do not inform any others. Should they learn of it, they might well destroy one another in a desperate bid to unify against the ancient foe."

"I understand. Tell the Queen that I send my regards."

"I shall, Faenor. Farewell, and remember. What we do, we do for the Losbereth."

"Farewell, Seraph. An i Losbereth."