Vinyalonde

Two elves, somewhere under the eaves of Mirkwood.

"In the worst case, an enemy may try to escape. To avoid that, we might have to use stealth and disguise."

A soldier and a messenger being fond of crackling campfires.

Stories are told, and ideas are being exchanged, and together with the rest of the company, the two elves will soon set out for a dangerous mission.

Facing the author of the important letter, the company discusses further actions and plans with Agorin of the Malledhrim.

Even when it comes to their own kindred, the Malledhrim seem to be wary, holding back information.

Now that the company has settled within Ost Galadh, the elves are ready to meet Agorin of the Malledhrim in order to discuss their further actions.

For it is Agorin's letter that had urged them to cross the Anduin a few days ago.

She always had been silent and inconspicuous.

Some of the company had fought alongside her against the goblins upon the Misty Mountains.

The pressure within the air lessens, and the path turns into a road, getting broader and quite flat.

Soon, the elves catch sight of high walls and guarded gates.

She is clad in green and black, with silver hair, holding a long war-bow.

Upon seeing her, Ráolor sighs. "Oh no. Not her."

"We should move."

Turumor nocks an arrow.