Galdoriel

Nocking an arrow and trying to calm himself down, Galdorion crawled out from the mud and looked at the forest. He and his companions heard a crack coming from at least fifty paces away and considering the situation that they are in, they had every right to be concerned.

Not two days ago orcs had produced an unexpected flanking move which proved disastrous. Their camp was discovered and torn, forced the elves to retreat back to the lines closing to the shore and caused many casualties. Among them the captain Andalad.

     Company is resting deep in the forest in a chilling afternoon in September, Mirkwood.

     It was Galdorion's eighth day in the patrol. He did end up here despite the ruling of his own house and traditions, and even the tears of his beloved Rainith. The latter had more devastating an effect  then he could ever imagine, but in his mind what he was doing was righteous.

  Young Galdorion could not believe his ears and then dramatically turned to his friend, who he brought the news to him.