Elves

Taking the path to Amon Angened, Loegenel leads the company up to a large hill.

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.

An Ork camp upon the gate of Gostannon blocks the main way. The line of supplies to Ost Galadh has been cut off. A group of elves gets ready to help, and the Malledhrim are glad about it.

However, a new path has to be found...

Fading moonlight upon the Anduin.

Whispering leaves, creaking branches.

An elf, clad in dark green and brown, standing motionless like a tree.

After a long and eventful and dangerous day full of hounds and stags and Orks the company of friends return to Caras Galadhon unharmed, taking the moon path through the mighty Mellyrn of Lothlorien.

However, a wise elf in the Hidden City of Gondolin once said:

Turumor and Raolor guarding one of the nearby Telain.

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

Having followed the trace of an incomparable white stag, the company of friends reaches the borders of the Golden Wood, near Fanuidhol.

That is when they hear the sound of weapons and loud noises from afar.

Some say he is an illusion.

Some say he is real.

Some claim to have seen him.