Raolor

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.

The friendly grape harvesting competition is underway and the ellyn are carefully seeking out the best grape clusters to pick.

The ellyn begin a friendly competition to see who can harvest the most grapes. Raolor's basin has the most grapes, but most of them are already crushed.