Gandalf was sitting, holding a tea in his hands. Elrond joined him with his usual glass of wild wine.
“We didn’t have time to discuss the outcome of your friends’ quest to the Lonely Mountain yet.” Elrond said calmly.
“No. But it wasn’t the first time I misplaced my trust. And not the last time either. But I fear that the time is too dire to blame me for that, now we must discuss more pressing matters.”
“True.” Elrond sighted. “The secret meeting will be tomorrow and we have many guests for it. Lindir was singing to the Valar when he did hear that we’re having dwarves visitors again.”
“Speak of the balrog and he appears.” Elrond said. “Yes, Lindir?”
“Nolosa has arrived too.”