Elrond has been in his study most of the day, but has left it a little while ago to take a walk in the gardens. He needed some air to clear his head, but somehow his little stroll is having the opposite effect.

There is a sense of growing unease within him, vague and directionless.

As if the winds were whispering of evil things yet to come.

He is standing still now, eyes closed. Listening. To the wind and the water and the first stars.