Eregion

My heart lept as I learned that there are forces of good at work in Mirkwood. I know I was expected for the Hûd i Eledhrim but I could linger in Imladris no longer - the road called for me! 

As soon as the fallen had been buried, the lords made ready to assault the Dunlanders, whom they deemed were responsible for the attack on the outpost. Eliriael knew little of fighting and tactics, yet she was unwilling to let her kindred march into battle rashly. She thought they were too hasty for revenge and blood. For their actions would bring blood, and not only that of men.

            Gaelimil froze with shock at the sight of his dead tutor. He had known Angolchíl the Wise ever since his father had brought him to Ost-in-Edhil for tutelage. The young Laegel did not understand why the Valar had allowed this to happen, and he found them unjust as he was gazing upon the dead body of his teacher. The sound and war chants of the orc army had brought him back to the present. They were in an unknown tongue; a tongue that hurt the young elf upon listening it, unlike anything that had ever hurt him before. And they were nearing.