Faörie and Ráolor are reunited with his kinsmen, Makanárë and Annúngil within the Halls of the Elvenking. They are briefly joined by Celeblhair, who guides them to a comfortable table where they enjoy an evening of laughter, stories, and optimism for the future.
The orc-captain stood on top of a rocky hill, so that he could see far off, and gaze at the enemy positioned opposite of him. Their banners did not flap in the windless morn, but the glint of their colors was hideous in his eyes. So he glanced left and right instead, and he could not see land on either side, for the plains were covered with orcs for as far as his eyes could see. Lastly he looked to the sky, and sniffed the air.
Having entered the Woodland Realm, after days of traveling without any sunlight, without feeling a fresh breeze upon the skin, many a wanderer can become an easy prey to madness, despair and tiredness.