Rildheldiel left the shores of Mithlond and rode East with a company of elves. Theirs was a cheerful ride despite the darkening of the world, for the company was composed mostly of younger elves with laughter fresh and lively.
They were passing through Eridor on light steps, and riding their few horses in fair turns. Under the light of Anor it was easier to journey, during nights they chanted for Elbereth to look upon and shed the light of her stars on them so that they could continue to walk this Earth.
It was on a night when they camped in the Lone-Lands, accompanied with howling wolves in the distance and many kinds of nightly creatures. The crescent moon was hanging low in the sky when Rildheldiel woke from sleep, it was nigh foredawn. She could hear the water flow in the distance, with a light sound that freshens the heart. Thus she stood and walked to where the sound of the water came. It was quite a distance away from the camp and quite out of sight but she cared not.
Shortly after the elf maiden took a turn by the hill and got clearly out of the sight of her company, she heard foul voices about her. She was afraid, it was the orcs approaching and she could not dare to walk back for she suspected the way to be shut by them already. She heard a loud voice among the trees, three of them were upon her, their axes high and about to leap at her direction...
Yet they fell suddenly. Rildheldiel had felt the wind of sudden arrows that passed over her, into their chests. She looked to the direction where the arrows came from but there was none: only waving branches... Upon hearing orc noises once again, she ran back to the camp, without discovering the one who saved her very life that day.
Rildheldiel was welcomed by the elves in her company, they had also heard the noises and wondered. Thus they quickly moved on and hastened for the Last Bridge.
