Elrond

"Ride to war, Daerundros! Ride! Fly!"
Stunned and surprised, I gazed around myself to see a figure seated on a chair. A fireplace chimed happily behind her, and the walls were covered in a pleasant green color, like the forest. She stood up from her odd seating position and straightened herself, dusting off a few stray specks of dirt that had gotten into her clothes. The chair slowly turned to Daerundros, and within it, was an odd... something...

Rivendell is like a secret place hidden between mountains… Tall standing, dark green trees seem always trying to reach out to the sky and there is always different colors where falls pouring in.

It’s so different then being in Caras Gladhon… Everything is different…