After the victory at the Ford there were a few of the Elven guard that made camp in a secret place in the Trollshaws. Tahjun rejoined them at a later time…still recovering from the vision for they were growing more intense and consuming. His body was left weak and his mind so troubled it was hard to stay focused on even the slightest detail of his duties. Two of his dearest friends greeted him as he entered the camp but all he could manage was a nod as he rode his steed past them.
Soon the call to Eregion was heard by Tahjun. The Elves mounted up.
On the way to Eregion, Tahjun dwelled upon Galardriel's words. They were not many…they did not have to be. "The time is now Tahjun. I wish to see you. When you leave the walls of Moria behind you and enter the Woodlands…I will summon you."
