Tahjun gazed across the river as the orcs, trolls, and uruki multiplied and formed battle lines across the river of the Ford of Bruinen. This time they brought siege engines. Tahjun rested his hands upon his bow as he took his place among the Elven guards of Imladris. He had been called on by Hiril Galadriel to bring a small guard to aid the Golden Host in Mirkwood. The goal was to eliminate certain enemy leaders to slow down the invading force. Though his mind was deeply troubled his call to safe guard Imladris and Lorien was much more important.
The war horns sounded. Bows sung and arrows took flight. Metal on metal rang out in horrid pitched sounds. Than the voices faded away…Tahjun lost his vision and the strength in his body ebbed away. It started all over again, but this time…this time the vision was followed with a voice…Hiril Galadriel!
Tahjun heard the slight echo of his skirmish warrior as he yelled Tahjun's name. "It is happening again is it not Hir Tahjun? The vision is back?" Tahjun felt the warrior take hold him and guide him away from the battle for he was blind now and his muscles were of no use as the vision played out before his eyes!
