[[Tahjun]]

Fine company of strong warriors.

Lying somewhere in Mirkwood is Faorie's lost satchel and the answer to Hiril Nelnardis' question of her brother's location. A dream comes in the night of Hiril Nelnardis, Hir Tahjun, and Faorie's search, but whether or not anything will come of it is still uncertain.

Hir Tahjun and I fight side by side, prepared to face anything that challenges our strength while dressed in our finest!

Hir Tahjun and myself sit upon a private platform in Lorien. We speak of his recent troubles and the struggles that lie ahead.​

The Warband of Imladris meets with the Esquires of Riddermark on escorting them safely through the Trollshaws toward their destined path to the Walls of Moria.

The time has come to return home, and Ruadan and Killandra bid the Warband farewell before the group take the boats from the Mirk-eaves back to Lothlorien.

Hir Tahjun and myself watch the peaceful skies in Hardirion.

The Warband comes out victorious in an ambush at Thangúlhad that raged on for an entire night. Wounded and weary, the members find comfort in the small population that remains there and rests before continuing on. 

The Warband meets at the docks near the vineyards of Lorien, adding a new member to the group on our expedition.