Loegenel has lead the company to Amon Angened, a great hill in midst of the forest.
From the camp that has been made by the Malledhrim, travelers and visitors alike can catch a magnificent view to all directions, from Lorien in the west to Dol Guldur in the far east, from the northern realm to the Brown Lands in the south.
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.
Nelnardis didn’t go back to sleep. She couldn’t. Not while Thendryt was still out there on his own. She stared across the empty fields around the farm where Bovad and rider had disappeared into the distance. He must have known they wouldn’t go after him until dawn. He knew he would have the entire night for his personal errands.