lone lands

Word came today from Esteldin. 
One of my kinsmen that respites in the far east of Angmar has reported that a group of scouts have been send out to bring news from Carn Dûm to Dol Guldur and most likely Gundabad.
Most of them have been taken down, all carrying the same message.

"We prevailed in the darkness, the sky too was black. All of us that are known by token names only stood huddled together in the middle of the path weapons at the ready while Rothrian tended to the fallen man's wounds.

Dawn was close. Angelnarth stooped from atop his galloping horse as his hand reached for the flask of water that was hanging by the saddle. He took a quick, restless look at his surroundings, though it was still way too dark for his eyesight to be of much use, as he raised the flask to his mouth and emptied it to sate his thirst. That was the last of his water for the moment.

Two mounted dwarves thread slowly through the merciless sun. In the front rides Hilfar who is covering his eyes from the sunlight looking around him thoroughly. Behind him rides his father Ullfar grumbling as he goes.  After a long trade mission in Bree, Hilfar insisted to look for Yarrow flowers east of Bree. This put Ullfar in a bad mood as he hoped to return to Thorins hall which was planned initially, and not to look for bloody flowers!