Annunghil

The elves who arrived at Ost Galadh at the request of the Malledhrim decide they must scout northwards first for any signs of the orc party they seek.

What is fueling the actions of the Orks, the defilers of Middle-Earth, the Melkorohíni?

How can the Firstborn oppose so much hatred and lust for destruction?

Brothers-in-arms Annunghil and Raolor recalling memories of the past, pondering the nature of the servants of evil.

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.

The pressure within the air lessens, and the path turns into a road, getting broader and quite flat.

Soon, the elves catch sight of high walls and guarded gates.

She is clad in green and black, with silver hair, holding a long war-bow.

Upon seeing her, Ráolor sighs. "Oh no. Not her."

"We should move."

Turumor nocks an arrow.

Rustling noise.

Ráolor, walking at the rear, turns around.

"What was that?"

The air is thick. Tall are the trees, but frail and sickly. Their branches reach high, but a smothering darkness has almost wholly prevailed over the very life itself.

The company of elves is traveling in several small groups, trying to stay low-profile, moving by stealth through the forest.