Vinyalonde

Rustling noise.

Ráolor, walking at the rear, turns around.

"What was that?"

The air is thick. Tall are the trees, but frail and sickly. Their branches reach high, but a smothering darkness has almost wholly prevailed over the very life itself.

The company of elves is traveling in several small groups, trying to stay low-profile, moving by stealth through the forest.

Turumor leading the company of elves through a forest full of peril. Leaving Echad Sirion, they make for Ost Galadh.

Shortly after their arrival upon Echad Sirion, the elves seek the counsel of a scout of the Malledhrim named Falasgon.

They discuss the further steps of their journey, and decide to reach Ost Galadh, an elven stronghold at the heart of Mirkwood.

As they look around within the Malledhrim camp, they notice the lack of its defences.

Neither palisade nor moat.

Bustling activity.

Supplies and military equipment being unloaded.

[...]

"...ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë..."

The crossing has run smoothly.

The boats make a creaking sound upon touching the soil.

They have arrived at the other side, and the memory of Lórien's light mingles with the shadows of Mirkwood.