Mirkwood had been a glorious success! The Imladris guards bought time for the elves of Mirkwood. All the leaders had been disposed of and their troops had been thrown into chaos.
The Imladris guards started the journey back to Rivendell. Once they made their way into Lorien Tahjun acquired horses for each member of the fellowship. Tahjun rode ahead and again…another vision rushed upon him. He fell upon his horses neck for his eyesight was gone from him. Memories of dear lost ones, battle, cries of war, death, and blood….all fades to black…
Once the vision came to a close Tahjun made his way to the stables near Moria. He knew in this state he was a worthless ally. He had to sort this out and he had to do it now before returning to his duties in Imladris. For the first time he would have to trust the skills of each member of the Imladris guard to see themselves through to Rivendell. He knew deep inside they were more than capable of getting along without him.
Tahjun mounted his horse, put his face to the wilds of Middle Earth, and rode…
