1. If the cause be not good.
"So they've taken on the dragon and now they'll take on each other, for what? For jewels! And now Thranduil's become involved, rousing his army and marching away without a thought. No, wait, he has thought; he's probably spent many hours weighing up how many more shiny objects he can fit into his already overflowing treasury. Elbereth! If he loved jewels anymore he'd be a Dwarf." Elrond Peredhil, the wise Lord of Rivendell, was not amused by the contents of a missive he had just received. He was even less amused when his monologue was interrupted by a barely concealed snigger. He looked up and stared angrily at his two sons who were looking far too innocent. If looks could kill they would have been turned to jelly on the floor. Elrond's Chief Advisor and the Commander of his Troops rolled their eyes, but wisely stayed silent. Elrond raised an eyebrow, daring anyone to speak. Unfortunately all the inhabitants knew Elrond's look, and indeed used it themselves, far too well to be intimidated by it.
"Well, Adar," began Elladan. "You said Thranduil was like a dwarf…"
"…And he even lives in a cave," interrupted Elrohir, sniggering.
"This is not a laughing matter!" Elrond spoke, angry at their behaviour. "They could easily start a war."
Immediately the twins sobered up.
"When will we know the out come, my lord?" Erestor spoke softly.
"I daresay we will know within the month," Elrond answered.Slowly they left the room, leaving only Glorfindel and Elrond. Elrond sighed and sat down behind his desk to re-read the missive.
"If the cause be not good," Glorfindel whispered, "the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make."