Eregion

Duarion tugged at the material of his dark, grey and slightly muddy cloak. He felt comfortable with his shadowy appearance, although some might mistake him for a brigand or thief. It was useful for moving unseen, not to mention recalling some of the sable materials of the armies of Gondor, his home.

"Are you ready?" an elf called from the door.

Glancing over at his sleeping wife, he bent over and gave her a gentle kiss. "I'll be back soon, my dear," he whispered.

Five Days Before...

-"Hir Angelnarth!", the elf shouted at him. "We are riding away, come on!"

Angelnarth wiped the drops of sweat on his forehead as he faced the sun, feeling the hot rays on his face. He removed his metallic visor and turned to Tetheril who was riding just behind him without slowing his horse down at all in the meantime. His voice came out loud and winded "To the west lies Echad Mirobel, settlement of the Eldar. We follow the old path to the north until dusk, then we rest in Pembar!

     The evening was growing dark quickly, as Gaildrin was wandering stealthily through the uninhabited ruins of Eregion. He had discovered that some strange men from the east had been prowling these lands, and intended to find what business would bring such men so far into Eriador. With this news, he had also found that some Dunlendings had been migrating to the same region, which made the situation all the more suspicious.