path

Through rustling leaves, whispering branches, creaking trees they walk, and few birds they hear. Thick is the undergrowth, and yet, a sickness seems to dwell inside, gnawing at the roots, reaching to the treetops. 

An Ork camp upon the gate of Gostannon blocks the main way. The line of supplies to Ost Galadh has been cut off. A group of elves gets ready to help, and the Malledhrim are glad about it.

However, a new path has to be found...

Searching the ground, Celeblhair stops, shouldering her war-bow.

Two elves, somewhere under the eaves of Mirkwood.

"In the worst case, an enemy may try to escape. To avoid that, we might have to use stealth and disguise."