forest

Through rustling leaves, whispering branches, creaking trees they walk, and few birds they hear. Thick is the undergrowth, and yet, a sickness seems to dwell inside, gnawing at the roots, reaching to the treetops. 

Notes by a Malledhrim warden:

"Members of the company: one Adaneth (mortal woman), four elves, one horse.

Leaving: Echad Sirion.

Turumor and Raolor guarding one of the nearby Telain.

After a few assaults, the borders of Lórien fall silent again.

I remember my fourth year in Forochel quite well. I was lost within the forest between Zigilgund and Pinty-peldot. I was ambushed by a Sabertooth and thus had to leave some of my gear behind.
Amongst it was my bow and arrows.... Only an axe was what I managed to safe alongside with some food and rope and string. I managed to make a spear as well using the axe I had to carve the wood.
Tracking down elk became a priority to make a new tent, and have fresh food... It would not be until I reached Zigilgund that I would regain my possibility for archery.

Maiden crowned with stars