These people do not belong to me.  Neither does Imladris.  I have borrowed them, briefly, from JRR Tolkien and I hope he will not think too badly of me that I didn't ask first.

No slash is intended in this story.

- such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety was lifted from their minds.  The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present.  Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.

The Ring Goes South – The Fellowship of the Ring – JRR Tolkien.

INTERLUDE AT IMLADRIS