Two days passed before Celebrimbor returned to the lands of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, and took once more his seat of power at the Council of the Silver Hands. After all the dealings of the council in his absence had been made known to Celebrimbor, the emissaries from Laurelindorenan were welcomed to the council chambers, there to speak before him. He welcomed them when they arrived, grim and tired from his travels, but gracious all the same.

"It is truly great that our kin should hold counsel again together, even under such circumstances as these. I understand that violence is imminent in your fair realm, and that you must quickly return. I do apologize for your delay, for I have been in the north seeking aid for our people as you seek aid from us. Now that I have returned, I would seek to ply you with what counsel or aid you may require, if it be within the my power of my hands or the will of my heart to give it. Tell me of your troubles and your needs."

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