Yrill rode into Celondim shortly before we departed. It was fortuitous in more ways than one. She brought with her my mare, who I had stabled temporarily at Thorenhad, and she brought news.
The raven-haired huntress said that there had indeed been a great battle to the East. She was hesitant in her choice of words, not being directly involved herself, but I understood all she implied. Sauron may have been defeated. If so, it did not mean his forces had laid down their arms. Far from it.