Elrond and Gandalf were in Elrond's study discussing the council
that would be held in a few days.
"What if the halfling has not arisen by then Gandalf?" Elrond
questioned the old Wizard. "It is imperative that he be there! Maybe
we should wait more than two days for the council."
"Nay, mellon nÃÂ®n ," Gandalf replied. "Time is of the
essence. He will have awoken by then. As a matter of fact he will
awaken soon. Sam's bedside vigil gives him strength."
Elrond opened his moth to reply, but was cut off by a knock on
the study door. "Come in," the elfin lord said.
Aragorn entered the room with a slight bow. "My lord," he said
"I wanted to show this to you and Mithrandir. It is what I presume to
be Frodo's diary. It... it describes the effects of a Morgul wound
and the shadow world, as well as the halflings pain from the
experience. I thought it might interest you."
"And it does," Gandalf said.
"Yes greatly. Bring it here Estel," Elrond commanded, he had
still not taken to calling the man that was like a son to him by his
true name, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, and rightful
king of Gondor.
Gandalf took the small book into his old, wrinkled hands, and
held it so Elrond could read it as well.
"It begins with his life in The Shire," Gandalf said. He
flipped forward to find an entry with what they were looking for.
"Here is the information we are looking for," he had stopped about
fifty pages into the book. "October 16th 1418 Shire Reckoning..."
"The pain in my arm never ends. The whole arm is numb to any
touch but feels cold, and Sam...