Elves

First age of the sun, year 455, Dagor Bragollach, Battle of the Sudden Flame.

Dorthonion has fallen, Lothlann has been ravaged, and Ard-Galen has perished forever.

...and at times of leisure he would ride through the open plains of Lothlann, and a harsh wind made the grass move like waves of sand, and the clouds like shreds of scattered laughter.

And under a sky so wide, so large, he knew he was home, for he belonged to Middle-Earth.

Two elves, somewhere under the eaves of Mirkwood.

"In the worst case, an enemy may try to escape. To avoid that, we might have to use stealth and disguise."

A soldier and a messenger being fond of crackling campfires.

Stories are told, and ideas are being exchanged, and together with the rest of the company, the two elves will soon set out for a dangerous mission.

Facing the author of the important letter, the company discusses further actions and plans with Agorin of the Malledhrim.

Even when it comes to their own kindred, the Malledhrim seem to be wary, holding back information.

Now that the company has settled within Ost Galadh, the elves are ready to meet Agorin of the Malledhrim in order to discuss their further actions.

For it is Agorin's letter that had urged them to cross the Anduin a few days ago.