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Over the next three weeks Saruman and Elrond taught Gaeron all about the culture and customs of all the nations he would rule over in the future. Galadriel and Gandalf spent the three weeks gaining the attendance of every leader in Middle-Earth to join the council that will be held in Isengard.
Gaeron was now riding to Isengard with Elrond's sons Elladan and Elrohir, night was falling as the three approached Isengard. Elladan asked," Why did Ada want you to come to this?"
" That will be explained in the coming hours. I am not at liberty to say what will happen." Gaeron murmured as Saruman's tower came into view.
They didn't get to speak again as Gandalf approached the three and pulled Gaeron away. Once alone he said," We have more information about the prophecy according, to Ciŕdan Gil-galad's successor. The one on your right is actually a Lord of Man."
Gaeron nodded and asked," Any idea who it is yet?."
" I would say either Denethor, son of Ecthelion or Théoden, son of Thengel. Perhaps a commander of sorts. It just said Lord of Man that doesn't mean you couldn't make him one." Gandalf said as he lead him to Elrond who was standing outside of the council room.
Elrond nodded and gestured for Gaeron to follow him into the chamber, he muttered," Don't say anything until the council decide on a certain matter. You will be sitting next to me."
Gaeron nodded and took the seat next to Elrond which drew a raised eyebrow from the current Steward of Gondor Ecthelion II whose son Denethor glared at Elrond.
Saruman slammed his staff on the floor and the chamber fell silent. He spoke," You are all wondering why you were summoned here today. I believe the oldest of you know about the prophecy given to Gil-galad. It is coming true."
Thrór of Erebor gasped," No!" All eyes turned to him as he looked at Saruman.
Thengel, King of Rohan asked," Who is the boy, that will he crowned King?"
" Gaeron Peredhel." Saruman answered. As soon as he said that all hell broke loose.
The Thain of the Hobbits, Isumbras Took IV started shouting at Dain II Ironfoot, Lord of the Iron Hills. Ecthelion and Thengel were arguing with Arathorn II of the Dúnedain who was demanding answers of Saruman.
Saruman roared," Silence! You are all better than this!" The room fell silent," Now to end the council early. I ask all those in favour of making Gaeron king, raise their hands."
Rohan, Gondor, the Iron Hills, Erebor, Rivendell, Lindon, Rivendell, the Shire, Mirkwood and Lothorien all voted in favour. While Bree, Laketown, Cardolan, Arthedain, the Dúnedain and Rhudar voted against.
" By 10-6, Gaeron will be crowned king." Saruman announced," Lord Elrond, Mithrandir if you please."
Elrond stepped forward with a golden spear while Gandalf approached with a mithril crown. Elrond beckoned Gaeron forward to the throne that Saruman summoned and asked," Do you Gaeron of Middle-Earth swear that you will govern fairly and justly?"
" I do so swear." Gaeron answered.
" Will you defend your kingdom until your last breath?"
" I will."
" Do you swear that no man will live in fear of you?"
" I do so swear."
Elrond smiled," Then I present to you King Gaeron, first of his name and King of Middle-Earth." Applause broke out the chamber as platters of food were brought in by servants.
Elrond and Saruman shared a look from across the table, both wondering how the next year will go.