||PROLOGUE|| Sickness, disease, illness. Death goes by many names and our king, is ill. The son of the king has declared a council meeting and all who attend are the highest and most elite of all elves including the prince and princess of Rivendell. "Brothers and sisters of the council, as we are all aware my father is ill with this disease. Do we know where the source of the disease or the cause?" prince Elyon questioned. His sister lifted her head. "the source is traced back to Numenor. They have yet to learn of the actual cause." his sister answered. " we have also learned that the dwarf king has fallen ill." spoke a council member. Elyon looked to the lead eleven scientist Alta. "Have we found a cure yet?" asked elyon. Alta lowered her head. " no sir. Not even an herb to ease the pain." Thai'li, the princess of rivendell sighed and said, "The people of middle earth look to the elves for healing. We can not let them down, my brother we must look for a cure." the council smiled. elyon did not. "who do you suppose i send? i cannot send our men to look, for they do not know what they are looking for." Thai'li spoke. "well if not you, than me. i shall go look for the herb. so many lives have been lost already, no more can be spared. i leave tonight." thai'li walked out of the room. elyon dismissed the council.
this takes place 500 years after the lord of the rings. lord of the rings belongs to: J.R.R. Tolken characters belong to: Me
