I found myself standing next to an open window. The silk white and silver curtains whispering softly in the breeze as I eyed the green breathtaking countryside. Down below appeared to be a garden of sorts. Complemented with elven statues and benches, even cobbled pathways leading further into the silent wood for I assume private moments. To my right, it appeared to be a father and son playing…I had never seen an elfling before…even in the movies, never had I seen one. While they were a good distance away, and while they couldn’t see me due to my elevated position, I could still make out their features. The child “appeared” to be roughly four or five…but I knew better. With long chestnut hair, slightly curling at the tips. His cheeks where slightly red from chasing his father, giggling up a storm in the process.
The voice momentarily startles me, reminding me that I was in the elf lord’s study. Turning I see Elrond observ