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The White Council

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Walküre:
''Hearken, members of this council, for action ought to follow discussions and proclamations of intent. If we were to bandy words with each other, that would be a quite ill of an eventuality, I reckon. Yet, may this be very clear, I'm ready to back my propositions with vigour. The fate of the Free People is in our hands only.

As our little inquiry into the sad lore of the Rings of Power has been accurately exposed, I think that knowing the actual destiny of the ruling Ring would not be of so much avail for the actual state of things. What we have plain knowledge of is that the revenant Dark Lord of Middle-earth is now assembling his fell forces and much magical prowess within that ruined stronghold. Whether he's seeking for his lost artefact or he is to assault the surrounding territories in a sudden invasion, we can't tell. But a kind of very gruesome power is constantly gaining strength as time passes. Should we let it grow further, who shall assure us that we shall nonetheless be capable of halting its course, preventing the Evil from spreading chaos and terror. Inertia would be an ill-conceived decision; a wrong choice. Reality does show itself for what it really is. Eyes in the night. Menacing clouds storming on the other side of the river. My judgement could never be misled: Evil is in action. What are we going to do about it?''

Walküre:
ELROND: ''How many concrete chances of success do we have, should an attack be launched against that fortress? I imagine that His Excellency has already thought about a possible strategy.''

Walküre:
''The hour is late, unfortunately. If we are to elaborate a military action, it's imperative that a mobilisation of forces be called now. Too many packs of Orcs lurk among the ruins of Dol Guldur''.

Walküre:
As the climate of the meeting got thick of tension and as preoccupation intensified every minute, the solitary Grey Pilgrim interrupted those lucubrations on such anxious plans. This had always been a fear that had weighed on his heart greatly. An atavistic of an horror.

GANDALF: ''If I may, aren't we forgetting about another eventuality? What if the One Ring had not sunk into the seas? What if Sauron were conducting inspections and researches to gather information about his greatest deed's fate? We know that the ruling Ring fell with Isildur during the ambush at the Gladden Fields, nearly three millennia ago. That place does not lie very far from Dol Guldur, does it?''

Saruman's visage seemed to become tense and rigid. Was he too recollection information on those territories? The Lady's gallant sentinels had spotted some envoys from Isengard, journeying about the river in silence and circumspection. And Galadriel didn't miss the purpose of Gandalf's polite question.

Walküre:
''Yes, Mithrandir, the Gladden Fields don't lie very far from Mirkwood. And yours is a well legitimate concern. The One having sunk into the vast oceans of this World seems to be a tale that spread rapidly, from a mouth to another, across the shires of the continent. An interesting theory, but a tale nonetheless; there are no evidences for this outcome to have actually taken place. It would also be very worrying to know that Sauron may have eventually got to discover more of his artefact's fate. My sentinels are always on the alert. We have not detected suspicious movements on our shore (where Isildur's sad end occurred); not yet, at least. Although that place does appear to have a certain proclivity in attracting people's curiosity...''

The last sentence made the chief of the Wise even more uneasy. But the Lady of Light sensed that they could have worked for things to follow the will of the majority. Circumstances required a resolute response to be given. She wanted to seize that opportunity.

''Gentle pilgrim, my mind knows that you are keen on giving your own contribution as well. Tell us, what is your true opinion on such a military course to be elected? Do you deem it proper?''

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