Scouting

Approx. TA 2400, Mirkwood

     Eduwiges of Faldham chuckled as she hunkered down flat against the cold ground over looking the river Luhn. The Dourhand dwarves guarding the docks could hardly keep themselves awake despite the fingers of the cold wind creeping up the river. The dwarves had little fire pots next to them for warmth but did little to keep them awake. Eduwiges was pleased that the little fires would not do much to help the dwarves' night vision either.

Somewhere in the North High Pass, Third Age 2462
Two years after the end of the Watchful Peace 

Day 7, Foredawn

Black blood splattered across the snow.

A hollow scream pierced through the air, and Díllothel drew back her two-handed sword. The orc that she had killed crumpled to the floor in a foul heap. She raised her blade up to cleave the head off another and let out a string of curses.

Somewhere in the North High Pass, Third Age 2462
Two years after the end of the Watchful Peace 

Day 6, Late Watches 

Ascending the Pass of Whitcleft in the Misty Mountains, Third Age 2462
Two years after the end of the Watchful Peace

Day 3, Morning

They had covered a decent amount of ground in a day, Tancamir reflected drily. Luthelian was spirited, and their tempers often clashed, but they had still managed to make some progress on their scouting trip. There was no sign of the frost-giant Lord Dolthafaer had seen by the frozen pool a day before, but they had seen goblin-fires on the heights, and  found goblin-arrows  and signs of a scuffle on the path leading east.