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Walküre:
The first meeting of the White Council is recorded in T.A. 2463. Galadriel established the White Council in the first place and wanted to appoint Gandalf as the chief of the council; a position that was later granted to Saruman.

Elrond has summoned Galadriel, Gandalf and Saruman in Rivendell; Erestor and Glorfindel are present at the Lord of Imladris' court (with the main role as Elrond's advisers). Everything starts with the characters arriving at the gates of Imladris and greeting each other. It's night, and the entrance to that sacred shelter is illuminated by torches and Elven lamps. The sentinels were always on guard, even if, at that time, evil seemed so unlikely to ever return in Middle-earth.

Elrond: VectorMaximus
Galadriel: DieWalküre
Gandalf: Fine
Saruman: The_Necromancer0
Erestor: kolibri8
Glorfindel
Círdan



Fine: added Erestor (kolibri8) and Círdan

Fine:
As he drew near the gate of Imladris, Gandalf reined his horse.  He felt a sense of belonging, even though the Grey Pilgrim did not call any place in Middle-earth his home. The Hidden Valley had always made him feel welcome, no matter if he brought ill or happy news.
The Wizard leapt off his steed and sent it on its way towards the stables, trusting the animal to find the way on its own since it was an elf-mount from Rivendell itself, borrowed from Elrond a few months ago. His staff by his side he entered the central courtyard through the main gate, exchanging welcoming glances with many Elves he recognized from earlier visits. In the distance, he could see other council members awaiting him. Gandalf sped up his pace and made his way towards them.

VectorMaximus:
"Elrond!" A voice drifted into the study of Elrond as he continued with his writings. He looked up at the sound, not expecting anyone to be coming to meet him at this point, though he would have to get ready for the council later. As the door opened a crack, he spotted before he entered Glorfindel, who was quick to pull up a chair and sit down.

He raised a single eyebrow at his captain. "Yes Glorfindel, what is it?" he commanded, even as his attention returned to his work. A recent trade agreement with several local mannish towns that were unofficially under the protection of Imladris had unfortunately fallen through, with the men demanding elvish weaponry and techniques instead of the medicine that they usually traded excess food and basic materials for. While Imladris was self-sufficient, the philosophy of the Imladhrim was that since they were already protecting the men, they might as well attempt to build up their stores of supplies while they were at it, and the men also were very keen to have elven medicines readily available. However, the new mannish leader's arrogant and headstrong attitude had been very off-putting to Erestor, who had for the longest time been the elves main trade negotiator. However, Erestor had sworn off working with this man, and so the duty had fallen to him.

"Elrond, Mithrandir has arrived." Glorfindel continued casually. This caused him to raise his head back up.

"I was under the impression that he would be several more hours from the reports of the outer sentinels." He said, even as he began to pick up the papers and stack them neatly, realizing in silent despair that he would have to come back and finish them later. With the other council members already arrived, and himself being the host, he could not postpone the meeting to finish up with the trade counter offer.

"Indeed, the last sightings did indicate that, but he made great speed for the last leg of his journey. Last I saw before I came to retrieve you was him sending the horse to the stables and heading to meet up with the rest of the council." Glorfindel had busied himself with putting away Elrond's writing utensils.

"So be it." Elrond began, "It would appear as though the meeting can now begin. Are all the preparations ready? Food, drink?" Finally with all his supplies put away, he set his circlet straight (as it was croocked slightly from many hours of sitting behind his desk in various positions) and straigtened his robes one more time before turning to leave the room, setting off at a sedate pace.

"All is made ready, My Lord" Glorfindel said, moving to fall into step behind Elrond's shoulder. A small smirk crossed his face. Elrond slowed and made to turn around, his mind assimilating his captain's word. However, Glorfindel after many years knew well the mind of the Elf-Lord, and interjected with a good humored tone before he could begin. "Do not worry, this time I made sure that the Númenórean wine was untouched. Your stockpile will not be disturbed" Elrond merely glanced over his shoulder and gave him a look, before sighing the sigh of a elf that had suffered this humor many times before, even as he began opening the door at the end of the hall.

"Well then, come Glorfindel!" He said over his shoulder as he made his way out of the main house and into the fresh air of the late evening. "Let us not keep them waiting overly long"

Walküre:
Galadriel eventually got through the gates upon her white horse, as she was escorted by valiant guards from Caras Galadhon. With great admiration of the ones that had never seen her with their own eyes, the Noldorin Princess surpassed every of their expectations in beauty and majesty. As she was getting closer, her legendary appearance began to be more and more visible to all: clothed wholly in white, her complexion was endowed with an eternal brightness and her hair with a pervasive radiance. The wisest knew that they were beholding a lost remnant of the mythical past that was; older than them, older than most of the ancient tales and even older than the very Moon that enlightened that night.

Gone past the entrance, she then turned towards her guards. ''You now may suspend your watchful vigilance, for no peril is to be found within this sacred valley. Rest from all the daunting tasks you were appointed and from the long journey faced.''

Her voice was crystalline as diamonds yet of noble authority. With a warming smile, she got off her mount. She could now clearly perceive the benevolent will of the mighty ones that were summoned by Elrond.

It is said that Elves' memories will remain undimmed until the existence of Arda itself. Centuries of peace and delightful calmness among the timeless woods of Lórien had never made the reminiscences of the Lady less clear in her own inviolable mind. There, in fact, the Evil that was has always had its own reserved space and forever will do so. ''The Wise do have the bounden duty to watch over the fate of the gentle ones of Middle-earth, and if other past and present Elven Lords have elected the way of isolation, we definitely won't.'' This she had once told her husband in one of their frequent debates in regards of these prominent matters. Having been invited to such meeting will certainly serve her sincere purposes very well; it's also very long time since she last spoke to her beloved niece.

The_Necromancer0:
It was accompanied by his guards, that Saruman entered Imladris on the back of a grey steed. As he passed through many turned to look. While appearing calm in body, his mind was cursing that need for travel. While he and his guards were dismounting they witnessed the entrance of the Elf-Queen Galadriel, her beauty was so great that even the mind of the Skillful One did not remain unmoved by it. He watched her as she ordered her guards away, ever impressed by the grace that every single of her movement bore. He turned to his own guards and said:

"Go rest, I have no longer need of you at the moment." His orders were concise but there were no traces of any respect for his troops. They would serve him till death and then be forgotten. It is not even know if they serve him willingly or if their minds had simply been taken over.

Saruman had not come willingly to this meeting, had it been its decision there would have been no council to begin with. His primary concern was to be able to consult once more the mighty Library of Imladris, many questions were troubling his mind and he had decided that the meeting would have to wait. Walking slowly towards the library he continued to reflect on the state of his little "project" but put the thought aside quickly to avoid it being discovered, for the powers of certain Elves were too great in his opinion. Instead he passed the time of his trip by tinkering with a new device he had thought of on the way, one that would allow him to travel without the need to ride a horse. At the turn of a corridor he stumbled on Erestor going to the meeting place, and therefore in the other direction. Fearing that his intentions would be discovered, he preferred to abandon his goal for now in hopes that he might find what he needs later

"Greetings, Erestor." He said, feigning to be lost. "It must be by chance that I have met you, I have been wandering for quite a while now in this place but I seem unable to find the meeting place. Would you be so kind as to lead me there?" His words were sweet but no less powerful, it looked like his research would have to wait. Hopefully the meeting will be over quickly, and he could return to his task.

After walking up numerous stair and going through many buildings they finally arrived to a beautiful open place, that overlooked the forest and was fitted with chairs and a table on which lay many good things. Grabbing a glass of wine he made his way to the head of the table and, using his powers to keep his staff vertical, sat down and waited for the other members.

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