Through The Iron Hills - Part 1

After they reached piedmont of the Iron hills, the hardening weather condition makes the journey more backbreaking and the narrow path makes them to lower pace. After all they still didn’t run across the enemy units. Reivens’ thoughts far away to think that is fine. In every single moment she feels uncomfortable with the growing silence. No enemy… no merchant caravans… no wanderers… just silence… Every step they put into the rocky land and the grey soil that gives the iron hills its name draws their energy. The vision of fallen shoulders and the cheerless faces make her to stop suddenly. They haven’t had a good rest for a long time. Her soft but certain voice arisen “Let’s camp here..” The advance guard fastens his move to find them a suitable camping site. Within an hour they already lighted a fire. That night while the fire warm up their bodies, pleasant chat warm up their hearts. Reiven watched their morale heighten and feel relieved; as she knows the most powerful weapon of Sauron is the leaking darkness into the souls.