The Daughter Of Two Kingdoms~ Hobbit/ Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Chapter 6: Part I

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Third Person POV

Location: Conference Hall

Dawn began to break and Gandalf, Elrond, Saruman, and Galadriel gathered around a roundtable.

"Tell me, Gandalf...did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?" Gandalf looked up at the Head of the White Council.

"Unnoticed? No. I'm simply doing what I feel to be right." He said as he looked up at Elrond for support.

"The dragon has long been on your mind." Lady Galadriel said as she looked at him.

Gandalf nodded.

"That is true, my lady." He said, before turning back to Elrond and Saruman. "Smaug owes allegiance to no one. But if he should side with the enemy...a dragon could be used to terrible effect." Saruman frowned a little.

"What enemy?" He asked. "Gandalf, the enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength." Gandalf said.

"Does it not worry you that the last of the Dwarf Rings, should simply vanish? Along with its Bearer? Of the Seven Dwarf Rings, four were consumed by dragons, two were taken by Sauron before he fell in Mordor. The fate of the last Dwarf Ring...remains unknown." Galadriel had a contemplative look on her face. He pressed on.

"The Ring that was worn by Thrain."

"Without the ruling Ring of Power, the Seven are of no value to the enemy." Saruman stated, and Gandalf sagged a bit.

"To control the other Rings, he needs...the One. And that Ring was lost long, long ago. It was swept out to sea by the waters of the Anduin." Gandalf said.

"Gandalf, for 400 years we have lived in peace... a hard-won, watchful peace." Elrond said and Gandalf studied him.

"Are we? Are we at peace?" He asked as he looked at each of them.

"Trolls have come down from the mountains. They are raiding villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked us one the road." He listed all that he could think of.

"Hardly a prelude to war." Elrond stated.

"Always you must meddle...looking for trouble where none exists." Saruman chastised. Galadriel shushed him, as she glided behind him.

"Let him speak." She ordered lightly.

"There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug. Something far more powerful." He informed them.

"We can remain blind to it, but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you." He thought of another card he could play.

"A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood. And they say..." He trailed off as Saruman's eyebrows rose.

"Well? Don't stop now. Tell us what the woodsmen say." Saruman replied.

"They speak of a Necromancer living in Dol Guldur. A sorcerer who can summon the dead." Saruman frowned again.

"That's absurd. No such power exists in this world. This Necromancer is nothing more than a mortal man." He spoke the word 'Necromancer' as if it was a silly thing to do.