The Council of Aragorn.

The dawn glinted upon the tower of Ethellion in Minas Tirith. King Elessar sat playing chess with Faramir. As Faramir took a dramatic victory by destroying his queen, an aide entered.

“My Lord, a party seeks entrance to see thee, lead by Mithrandir.”

“Well, let them in!” Aragorn replied eagerly. As the mithril gates of the hall opened, a party of 6 entered Gandalf, Frodo, Legolas and his father, Thranduil, Elledan, Elrohir, Eomer, and Gimli.

“Hail, High king of Gondor and Arnor!” Gandalf cried out. “Hail to thee also Mithrandir, Mellon nin!” he cried first to Gandalf, then to the Elves.

“Estel!” Elledan and Elrohir cried as one, and would have gone to wrestle him had Thranduil not grabbed them firmy by the Ears. “OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!” was the sole grunt of pain that escaped these two.

“Hail King, my neighbor!” Eomer cried, striding forth to embrace Aragorn. “Thou has hardly changed.”

“Hail, elf-friend, my little princeling has spoken very highly of you. You must be great to awaken the wonder of my little Greenleaf here.” Thranduil greeted, eying the gold wrought in mithril on the gates.

“Ada!” escaped one young elf. "Ada Nin alethe Non!" escaped a pair of twins.

“Strider! Oh, how we missed you!” Frodo threw himself at Aragorn. “News has reached the White council. Last month, a man called Dumbledore contacted me, his world is under threat from a dark lord. I called an emergency meeting of the White Council and we unanimously voted to send help. I pray that the lord of Gondor will support us in this venture.” Gandalf stated. “I will go myself, at the head of my army!” Aragorn cried. And with that, a great army was formed.100 Elven warriors of Mirkwood, 100 Dwarves from Erebor, 200 Rivendell Sentinels, 300 Riders of Rohan, 50 Hobbit Sherrifs, 500 of the Lorien warriors, 300 Soldiers of Gondor, 200 Royal Tower Guard, 100 Ithillien Rangers, and 100 of the best warriors of the White Guard. And so, The Lords, and Wizards and Halflings filled the Grand Number of 1,970 soldiers, all bound for Hogwarts. The great Army Assembled in the Gap of Rohan, and marched west to the Gray Havens. Gildor was there along with133soldiers of the Havens, All were to go too three tall masted ships, about the size of man-o’ wars were to carry them beyond the Sundering seas, to where no mortal from Middle-Earth was to go again, not to Valinor, but to 1997, to Hogwarts