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Korra:

     The Istar walked down the halls of Imladris. Her long red robes laces of golden embroidery and yellow flowers fluttered in the wind. The scarves wrapped around her floated around her. The leaves crunched under her as she walked through the garden to her meeting. It was important. However her other duty as an Istar was to tend to all beings of Arda. Though her head was held high, the sorrow in her eyes could be seen. The trees and flowers, once vibrant and in full bloom, had begin to wither. The affects of the war could seen within nature. She could hear the trees weep and morn. 

 Her own home, in a hidden valley between Lorien and Fangorn forest, had began to whither. It took all her powers to keep it hidden and protected by an assortment of traps, vines, thorns, spells and enchantments. The animals had burrowed themselves in caves, holes and even her own humble abode had become their residence. With the help of the ents and the council, her home had stayed some what protected. But she knew that it would not last with such treacherous conditions Sauron had casted Middle Earth too.

Sora arrived at a large tree. She planted it herself, as thanks to the elves and in memory of her home in the East. Though just a memory, the flowers were the most vibrant in the valley. They symbol of perseverance in such dark times. Placing her hands together and closing her eyes, she prayed. She prayed to Eru to protect the land, to not have those around her relive the nightmares she had once lived and to win the war. Reaching, she gently took a few flowers she placed it in her hair with all the ornaments that  held her raven braid and buns together. Gently breaking off a branch of the beautiful flowers she decided to bring them to council. 

Taking a deep breathe Sora decided to finally walk towards the meeting. Passing the wonderful architecture of the elves, she walked towards the dome that sat delicately upon a cliff, over looking the valley. Soon finding herself in the archway to the meeting room, Sora took a deep breathe. With her head held strong, the Istar entered the council meeting. With a hand to her breast, she gave nod to greet the council.