My heart lept as I learned that there are forces of good at work in Mirkwood. I know I was expected for the Hûd i Eledhrim but I could linger in Imladris no longer - the road called for me! 

As soon as the fallen had been buried, the lords made ready to assault the Dunlanders, whom they deemed were responsible for the attack on the outpost. Eliriael knew little of fighting and tactics, yet she was unwilling to let her kindred march into battle rashly. She thought they were too hasty for revenge and blood. For their actions would bring blood, and not only that of men.

            Gaelimil froze with shock at the sight of his dead tutor. He had known Angolchíl the Wise ever since his father had brought him to Ost-in-Edhil for tutelage. The young Laegel did not understand why the Valar had allowed this to happen, and he found them unjust as he was gazing upon the dead body of his teacher. The sound and war chants of the orc army had brought him back to the present. They were in an unknown tongue; a tongue that hurt the young elf upon listening it, unlike anything that had ever hurt him before. And they were nearing.

I was a fresh recruit in the ranks of Bar-en-Vanimar when disaster struck the House, and two of its soldiers were slain in lands south.

"The path is lost!" 

"Turn back now!"

Eofeole cried out to his Dwarf companion, they were in the midst of a storm high on the pass of Caradhras. Cold and shaking were their very bodies, snow pouring down from the clouded skies. They could hardly see the path before themselves in the blizzard and were more lost than usual. The Dwarf could have gone on, but Eofeole would not go any further and had decided to turn back, with or without the Dwarf.

Awiergan recently had led a small company of the Esquires to the lands known as Eregion. The journey was long and had many obstacles for the small company. Obstacles such as trolls and some other beasts which one would find in the wilds.