Orodreth111 appeared at the doors of the guild house late in the evening, utterly exhausted. The journey to Dol Amroth had been made under great duress and peril, and the marks of his journey could be seen in the wear of his clothes and the look in his eyes. There were things afoot in the north that Elbren had to be made aware of, disturbing things, and Orodreth had paid dearly for the information that he bore. After banging upon the great house doors for what seemed an eternity, the doors opened a crack revealing the wizened dwarven porter. "M'lord Orodreth!!.. Come in , come in !"he cried. Orodreth entered and made his way to the fire in the great hall, the dwarf following in his wake. Within moments he had a steaming cup of mulled wine in his hands. He took a deep draught and stared intently at the dwarf. "Where's Elbren?" he asked. The Old Dwarf cocked an eye at him."Lord Elbren is preparing the initiation rites for two squires, m'lord, he asked not to be disturbed until after the ceremony has been completed."he replied. New members, thought Orodreth, Elbereth knew they were going to need them. He recalled his own initiation into the brotherhood, and a smile played briefly across his travel worn countenance."that is well Kori." said Orodreth."Please inform Elbren that I have news of grave import and I will await him at his convenience. In the meanwhile,I need a bath and a meal in the worst way old friend, can you be of assistance?" The olld creature smiled and replied,"I'm sure we can rustle up something for you M'lord,if you would care to retire to your chambers you will a find a bath already drawn as well as fresh garments. I will be up presently with something to fill your belly!" With a grateful smile Orodreth strode up the great stairs to his room.

Elbren knocked softly upon the door to Orodreth's chamber. He heard his Guild brother tell him to enter and so he did.

"I am told that you have need to speak with me," Elbren said, sitting down as Orodreth motioned to a nearby chair.

Orodreth drew up a chair next to the Guild Master. Elbren looked troubled, as if he sensed that therewas trouble brewing.Orodreth started,"Ebren,a power is growing in the Grey mountains, an evil power that is starting to caste it's pall over the Northern reaches of Mirkwood. several months ago I was visiting in the halls of Thranduil, whenst a scout appeared in the throne room, half dead, his light armor pierced with many foul, black feathered arrows. He had just returned from a patrol that took him well into the Grey mountains. Now we have known for sometime that there are many renegade bands of orcs that still roam the reaches of the north, but before he died the scout told of a union of these bands. Knowing the propensity of the different tribes to fight amongst each other, this seemed unlikely. Just before the scout expired he whispered one word, a word that I have not heard in at least an age. He said "Norod". Do you know what that is?" Elbren shook his head no ,so Orodreth continued."During the peak of Gil-galad's reign, there were many fine weapons forged for him and his people. Perhaps best known was the spear of Gil-galad, which was broken in the final battle with Sauron,which also saw the death of the High king and Elendil. Perhaps lesser known, but still as fearsome was the Shield of Gil-galad, crafted for him by Celebrimbor. It was imbued with the power to unite and inspire, and it was very instumental in uniting that particular alliance. The name of the shield was....Norod. After the fall of Gil-galad, the shield was lost, and it was presumed destroyed. It now appears that this is not the case. Having heard this tale, I ventured myself to the Grey mountains to try to glean for myself what information I could. Elbren, I barely escaped with my life. Thranduil begs assistance from the Guild. The Shield must be retrieved!"

Elbren sat in silent contemplation at Orodreth's news. Norod? Could it be so? How had it made its way so far north? But then, he chided himself, how had Gondolin swords ended up in a troll's lair? Such was the way of life and movement...unpredictable.

"Yes," Elbren finally said, "I will send a summons to all the Guild Houses for anyone who can lend us aid to join us in Mirkwood, posthaste. I have two Initiations to perform, and then I can be on my way as well. If you can delay a day, we can ride together."

....and so messages were sent far and wide through the trusted friends and safehouses of the Guild, reaching the Mithril Knights as they traveled through Middle Earth. The message was from Lord Elbren, Guild Master, and it was simple: "A lost treasure has been found. Meet in Mirkwood ere the moon grows full."

Orodreth entered the feasting hall and took a seat in the corner of the great room. The two newly initiated knights seemed to be enjoying themselves immensly, and well they should. The rites of passage were a grueling test, even deadly for some, and after such a trial a little levity was good for the soul. Surveying his new brethren Orodreth pondered what he knew of them. Of Mirdain he knew nothing. If appearances were of value than he appeared to be a capeable fighter, strong,with an honest caste about him. Although he had never met Erinhue, the reputuation of the Warrior bard of Dol Amroth preceeded him. He was somewhat of a legend in these parts, and a smile played across Orodreth's face as he thought of some of the escapades he had heard about. A tugging upon his tunic shook him from his musings. Orodreth looked down to find Kori, the Lord steward of the Guild house staring back up at him. "What is it old friend?"queried Orodreth."M'lord, the Lord Elbren is in the armory and request your presence as he chooses the appropriate weaponry for your sojourn to Mirkwood." replied the ancient dwarf. "please inform Lord Elbren that I will attend him shortly." answered Orodreth."As you wish M'lord." Kori turned and strode out. Orodreth watched him leave, a warm feeling of fondness welling up for the old steward. Kori's story was epic, but that was for another time. Hoisting his glass in tribute to his new brethren, Orodreth strode out in search of the Guild Master.

A sharp rap on the huge ornate doors caused Orodreth to turn on his heels and pull them open.

A weary mud stained figure greeted him... "Brother Helazzar come in, come in."

Orodreth then introduced him to the newest members of their high and noble order. Helazzar bowed very low to the both of them. "I am honored, Brother Orodreth I was on my way to the guild house when I met a messenger on the road and he told me of the treasure that was lost but now is found... I will give my aid in this."

Orodreth smiled at the grim Knight/Assassin. "Good brother, accompany then to the house armory where we will find the Lord Elbren"

"Very well brother".

Freahelm stroked a contemplative hand across his chin as he re-read the message. When he finished, he rose from seat with a smile and spoke to the messenger.

"How can I refuse? Tell Lord Elbren I shall hasten to Mirkwood with all the speed I can."

The messenger gave a nod, bowed, and exited Freahelm's small home. A few minutes later Freahelm also exited, but now clad in his coat of mail. A winged helm rested upon his head, declaring his status as a Winged Knight, and his sword rested in his sheath. On one arm rested the round shield of Rohan with its white steed in a continual gallop across the green background. In his other hand he bore a long spear carved of the wood of the ash.

He stopped in front of his stable, and turned to face his fields and gave a piercing whistle. It was answered by a distant neigh, and soon a powerful, white war stallion galloped up to Freahelm. He grinned with pleasure to see his faithful steed, and led Blanca into the stable to prepare him for the journey.

When all was ready, Freahelm mounted and began to ride at a swift pace over the rolling plains.

Mirdain laughed and joked with rest of the gests, caught up in the excitement of it all. After a time, Erinhue tapped him on the shoulder and said, where do you think they're going? noting the purposeful walk of Orodreth and Helazzar. Mirdain replied, I think Orodreth is going to discuss this whole mission to Mirkwood that everyone is whispering of with Elbren. I've been thinking, and i'd like to go along, to prove my value if I can. I hope you will come with me as well, brother.

With that, Mirdain got up from the table and followed Orodreth.

The knights all congregated in the war room situated next to the armory. Elbren had decided that no relics were to used on this mission so the knights were all caparisoned in thier normal attire. Orodreth surveyed the brothers that had heeded the summons. Hellazar, looking somewhat road weary, sat upon a stool in the corner, wolfing down a loaf and some cheese. Mirdain sat to Elbren's right poised with eager anticipation at the prospect of venturing out upon his first sortie as a brother of the Mithril Knights. Freahelm stood next to a tapestry in the corner, a pensive look shadowing his fine Rohanian features. Elbren sat at the head of the great table, the usual calm demeanor exuding from the Guild Master. At his prompting, Orodreth, sitting directly to his left, began."Brothers, thank you all for heeding the summons. We are called on a mission of grave import. The orcan bands north of Mirkwood are uniting. Whilst we have not been able to glean who is responsible for this alliance, we do know how it is being done." Freahelm arched an eyebrow at this, and the rest leaned closer to the table.Orodreth continued,"Norod, the shield of Gil-galad has resurfaced." A gasp went up from the room, only Elbren was unfazed."How is this possible?" cried Hellazar."Elbren broke in,"We know not brother, Lord Orodreth spied his way deep into the Gray Mountains to retrieve what little we know. The clans are uniting, even now they grow so bold as to make forrays into northern mirkwood. Thranduil can keep them at bay for now, but he has not the manpower he once had. He asks our help. We must venture to mirkwood and possibly beyond, find out who is wielding the shield, dispatch of them and bring Norod back to the Guild house for safe keeping. Are there any questions?" At this Mirdain leaped up and cried"Just one!!! When do we leave?" The rest of the brothers smiled at his exuberance."We leave at once!"Replied Elbren." The horses are saddled and all necessary gear has been stowed. It may be possible that we are joined by a few other comrades upon the way. We meet in front of the great gates in a half hour, may Eru bless this undertaking. That is all." At that the knights all filed out of the war room each to prepare for the upcoming journey.

Mirdain suddenly remembered something that he hadn't thought of before, something from his boyhood. He went to Elbren and whispered excitedly, barely able to contain himself.

Lord Elbren, there is something very important that you should know. I had almost forgotten this because it was so long ago, near the beginning of the third age when I was very young and my mother was still alive. See, she used to tell me stories about how brave my father and grandfather were, and that they protected me so I wouldn't have to go to war. Elbren smiled at this and nodded for him to continue.

Well, you see, my grandfather fought in the army of Gil-Galad. Supposedly they were friends though my grandfather was never counted among the Wise like Gil-Galad. They even fought together on that fateful day when Gil-Galad was killed. My grandfather was at the foot of the mountain that day. After Isildur cut the Ring from Sauron and came down off the mountain he told my grandfather of what had happened. Being the loyal man that he was, my grandfather went into a rage and charged up the mountain, randomly killing orcs dismayed already by losing the battle. He made it all the way to the body of Gil Galad and took something from it, unseen by any of his elven allies. After that, he left the army and traveled back to Lorien, showing my father briefly what he had found. He then disappeared completely, no one from Lorien ever saw him again. My father woud not tell my mother what he had been shown, so she could not tell me, but he did tell her that my grandfather had gone to Mirkwood.

Sensing what was coming, Elbren arched an eyebrow. After hearing Orodreth speak, there is almost no doubt in my mind that my grandfather had carried the shield to Mirkwood. I doubt he's still alive, he couldn't be responsible for this. As I have suspected for many years, orcs or some other evil power must've killed him. Now I bet they took the shield with them.

Idril had dressed as a lady as she was so rarely able to dress up that she took the opportunity this day. She had dressed early and been wandering the grounds outside before dinner. When she got lost in meditation, and was late for dinner, she made her way quietly to the war room where dinner had been served and unfortunately, was forced to make an enterance.

Her hair she had let down for the most part. She had made tiny braids that capped the top of her head and was tied with a silver ribbon at the back of her head. The gown that she had chosen was of white with a matching silver trim at the neckline, sleeves and hem. She entered the war room quietly but all the Mithril Knights stared and stood as she entered. The newest knights were unsure who this was as they had never seen her dressed other than a warrior. The other Knights had only seen her dressed such once before and she nodded to each as she passed them.

"Congratulations Mirdain and Erinhue on your becoming Mithril Knights ... I look forward to our further journey's together. My apologies Lord Elbren on my tardiness." Then at this, only Elbren had sat himself down, ready to return to the business at hand. She then jokingly said to the others ...

"What?! Haven't you ever seen a warrior transformed into a lady before?! Please, sit and continue what you were discussing before I came in late. My apologies to you all as I was lost in meditation." She then turned to Elbren as he filled her in on what had already been said. She soon after raised her glass in salute to Mirdain and Erinhue.

Erinhue raised his glass to the beautifuly transformed warrior and drank her health in return. He emptied his glass then and gazed into it for a long moment as if conteplating. When he set it down, he had made a decission and stood up to speak.

"I beg your pardon my brother knights, but if it is allowed then the least of you would speak."

Erinhue held out his hand and spoke plainly and loud.

"Clarion, to me."

In a moment without flash or fanfair, the great runeblade Clarion stretched silver into the air, its heavy studded hilt grasped firmly in the bard's left hand.

"I would undertake this adventure and will stand with you in battle but you must be protected and therefore you must know. The blade Clarion is possessed of a berserker spirit and if drawn in anger, that spirit possesses me. I would not know you on the field and you might have as much to fear of me as any foe.

"To prevent any unwilled harm to you and damage irreparable to me, I ask that each one of you stand here in the lantern light and lay your fingers and reflection on the blade. With such a charm the blade will not seek to take your life."

Idril was the first to stand and cast her reflection upon the blades cold steel and to touch the exquisite sword. She remembered her days of wandering after she had thought her beloved Tuor dead. She had been possessed and had gone a bit 'berserk' herself during that time and she understood, if only a little, what that was like.

As she stood, she swore an oath that she would help Erinhue in battle if she were able to. She wondered at the curse that was upon blade and man and made a note to speak to him someday of it. Until then, she noticed that the blade was gleaming back at her and she listened as Erinhue whispered something to her quietly.

Tempest held the summons whith her hands, running her fingers over the familiar seal. Her dark eyes turned toward the west and she paused briefly before turning to the messenger. "Tell Elbren to expect the Lady Tempest at Mirkwood. I was on my way in that direction anyway and would welcome a quest with some fellow Knights."

After she dismissed him, Tempest slipped a dark cloak around her shoulders, fastening the silver clasp across her chest. She examined her sword briefly before sheathing it again and mounting her horse and with a sharp cry began her journey toward the shadowed woods of Mirkwood.

Tonight was the first night that Jasera had worn the cloak of the Mithril Knights sinces her initiation. A search for answers to her past had drawn her away from the guildhouse as soon as the ceremony was over. It had been an effort on her part to give up her search even briefly for that initiation but it had been well worth it, and finding the trail again had not been that difficult. Time was strange in the guild house and what had seemed to her to be weeks had been a matter of two days. Perhaps this quest would not keep her away for too long. She had been seeking the meaning of her strange dream for so long that to have something else to occupy her thoughts and energy would be a welcome change.

All these thoughts were going through Jasera's mind as she rode her horse towards that building by the sea. The truth of the matter was she didn't know why she answered the summons. Only that she felt it was right. Maybe the answers she sought lay in this quest. Whatever the reason she had not stopped trying to ponder it out as rode along.

Eventually she came withint sight of the house. Dismounting she stode up to the door and knocked. The sound her knock echoed loudly in the night and somewhere in the distance she thought she heard a wolf howl. After a few moments she heard the sound of feet approaching within and presently the door opened the dwarf she remembered from the initiation directed her to the room where the others had already gathered.

Upon entering the room, Jasera saw several she recognized and a couple new faces. All were gathered around a sword. Stepping closer she was able to discern what was occuring and took her place in line to cast her reflection upon the sword. As she waited she noticed the strained look on the faces around her and wondered not for the first time what this quest was all about.

Every Knight took his or her turn in casting their reflection on the magnificent blade and all were caught up in the power of the moment.

Helazzar excused himself and made ready to ride out.

Elbren nodded to his fellow Knights and then stood up, "We now prepare to ride with all haste to Mirkwood. We shall have quite the company, mellyn," Elbren glanced around the room at the mighty Knights who were gathered for the quest and smiled. "Let us then gather our personal things and meet outside, your horses have been saddled; we shall take no pack horses, for we need swift travel. If we run out of food, we shall hunt and forage as needed."

With that, Elbren gathered his Cloak about him, belted his sword upon his hip, and strode out of the Guild House...

Watching Elbren leave Jasera began to grow excited. This was going to be quite an adventure. She hurried outside to check her horse and prepare to leave.

After casting his own reflection in the blade and congratulating Erinhue and Mirdain as new knights, Freahelm strode from the chamber, his mind turning over what gear would best suit him in fighting the orcs, for he was almost certain there would be fighting. He caught up with Helazzar, and Freahelm inclined his head toward him.

"I fear my lance shall prove rather a cumbersome and unuseful weapon in the craggy mountains and orc holes, brother Helazzar. I think I shall need to leave it behind, but I am loathe to carry only my sword."

Helazzar smiled at Freahelm. "Have you not often told me, 'the sword for the hearts of men, the axe for the necks of orcs, and the shield and the spear for all the enemies of Rohan?' We will face orcs. Perhaps you should weild the axe."

Freahelm grinned. "That is what I myself was thinking, but I suppose I wished to hear it from the lips of a friend as well. So be it."

Within the alloted time, Freahelm stood beside Blanca, reins in hand, ready for the quest. Aside from his normal traveling gear, including his sword, sheild slung across his back, dagger, and hunting knife, he now carried a single bladed battle ax hanging in his belt. A curved spike took the place of another blade, normally used for catching the armor of cavalrymen and pulling them from their mounts. The shaft was also was tipped with a spike of steel, in case its bearer lacked the room to swing the blade with full force - also a useful tool for penetrating the linked rings of crudely fashion orcish mail. Freahelm felt himself fully equal to any three orcs he might face.

.....Orodreth sat astraddle his mount in front of the main gates to the Guild house. He had seen guild messengers returning in great haste and was he was pleased at the tremendous response that the Guild members had shown. Tempest was to rendevous with them in Thranduil's hall. Idril had decided to venture forth, and unlooked for, the mighty Jassera had appeared, eager to lend a hand. A noise stirred him from his musings. Elbren had come up beside him, a frown displayed upon his usual calm face." You looked pleased Orodreth." he stated."I am." he replied. "We will need all the help we can garner for this undertaking yet it does my heart good to see so many of us gathered in one place. We shall make a formidable company whenst we are all assembled." "This is true"replied Elbren,"But will it be enough? A message has come from Mirkwood. The northern marches of the forest are now under the control of the orc clans. Thranduil's host is losing ground, slowly, but losing nonetheless. Orodreth, we must retrieve that shield and break the alliance before this spreads any further! I hope that we are enough...."

Helazzars smile grew wide as Freahelm left him at his door... Ah Freahelm noble heart, noble spirit. For such a man Helazzar would ride in to the teeth of Barad-dur and do battle with all the host of Mordor on his behalf.

Helazzar entered his room and made his way to a weapon rack in a dark corner of his room.

He took off his outer shirt and slipped on a light shirt of mithril mail. There were special hooks and straps on this shirt and to them the Assassin/Knight strapped many knives, daggers and darts with there own sheathes, some contained mild poisons, some deadly, while others had none at all.

Over this he placed a heavy coat with secret access points to get at the weapons on the mithril shirt. The coat had many pockets seen and unseen.

Next came his twin swords, much loved they were and well cared for, for they were a gift passed to him from his mother who was one of Glorfinel's granddaughters. Steel braces to his forearms and grieves to his shins and he was ready to ride out.

Thae-Lion was saddled and with the other Knights and their horses.

Helazzar mounted up.

Jasera had not donned her armour for the ride to the guild house but had packed it on her horse instead. She now wore the armour and had packed food in its place. She also slung her quiver over her cloak and had her bow ready to hand on her saddle. She placed her sword in a scabbard which hung from her waist. She disliked carrying it for it made riding awkward, but given their quest she felt it best to keep it easily accessible...even on the journey. Seeing that the most of the party was gathered outside she mounted her horse and rode over to where Elbren and Orodreth were talking.

Where are you planning to make camp tonight?

Mirdain went to the armory and picked out a broadsword. He not carried one in many years, often preferring his bow or if need, picking up a short sword in battle. His crystal usually aforded him great protection, but he was not sure how well it would do against another magic like the shield of Gil-Galad. He wore his usual blue shirt with the symbol of the mallorn on the front, for Lorien. The crystal hanging about his neck made it shine, much like the Great Trees of old.

He wore a coat of mithril mail from the guild house and over that, his father's old battle armor, which he normally kept stored in a secret location, but brought out for such a special occasion as this. Over all he wore his knew cloak, proud as he was of his new status.

His new horse he named Lorienel, after the home that would always be in his heart. Mounting it, he joined the other knights, coming up next to erinhue.

Brother, we were quite an effective team at the manor house. May have that success again

Back in his room in the Dol Amroth Guild House, Erinhue dressed for the road and prepared to leave. Over his own stone gray traveling clothes he wore the chainmail shirt and the cloak Elbren had given him. The berserker had little need for armor but Erinhue wore the shirt to calm Elbren's fears for the bard.

He also wore the short sword he had chosen from the armory. A second blade was a good thing to have around when the first was enchanted and willful. He believed what Carnimiriel told him, but he had learned long ago not to trust Clarion in that respect.

The long knife bore an ornate etching on the blade that reminded him of the the runsword's engraved blade. The hilt fit comfortably in his hand as if he had held the weapon many times in some other, previous life.

It was different when he held a drawn Clarion. The sword became as part of his arm, he had no sense of holding it at all. Lifting the scabbarded sword from the bed, Erinhue strapped it to his back and shrugged to settle it between his shoulder blades.

The Knights had asked him no questions. They simply rose and stood, each one a moment, to allow his or her lantern lit reflection to rest upon the blade and touch its engraved runes. When the small chore was completed, they left the conference room to ready for the road.

The memory of the little ritual and what it meant made the burden of the sword lighter. Although he loved the company, Erinhue most often traveled alone fearfull that some unthinking action of his might put at risk the life of a friend. It was a relief not to have that worry with these brave companions.

"Well old worm we hit the road again." The bard reached for the dragonharp. As he slung its strap over his shoulder Agarak sent up a cheery chord.

"Ah yes, a fine adventure it will be indeed, to travel with such an esteemed company is treasure fine enough but we travel to Mirkwood in search of a myth and a mystery."

The bright notes of the harp were now reflected in the voice of the bard. Erinhue grabbed up his pack and a stashed handfull of sugar cubes for his painted stallion, Treble, and left his room in the guildhouse.

"This adventure will make a splendid song and what more could a bard ask."

Elbren sat upon Erelas, his mearas stallion from Rohan, and watched patiently as the Mithril Knight company gathered. Helazzar, Orodreth, Mirdain, Jasera, Idril, and Erinhue...and he knew that Tempest was also making her way to the North to join them. Formidable...but enough? Surely, it was enough. And could Thranduil hold Mirkwood while they journeyed? He had to. He simply had to. Elbren had sent a message to Thranduil that they were enroute and should be there within two weeks of hard riding. They would travel East, through the Gap of Rohan, and then follow the mighty Anduin North to the great forest of Mirkwood. With good weather and no troubles, they might even reach Thranduil's halls in ten days.

"Let us ride," Elbren finally said, "we shall push hard as long as the weather holds for us."

He glanced back then and saw four horses approaching from the South. With his keen Elven eyes, he could see his wife, the Lady Carnimiriel, his nephew, Galadhon, and his twin daughters, Lorfindur and Rosmarien.

"We will escort my family to the Eastern borders of Lothlorien," Elbren explained as the others noticed them, "they wish to return home, and I was to travel with them until Orodreth told us of the troubles in Mirkwood. They will be no burden to us, I assure you."

Indeed, the children were eager to travel and chattered excitedly as they joined the group of Knights. Galadhon made a point of positioning his horse near Erinhue's, openly admiring the Dragonharp and smiling broadly at the bard. Carnimiriel greeted her husband and then made sure that their daughters were close by.

"Good, we shall ride," Elbren surveyed the party, "let's be off."

With that, he nudged Erelas forward and the Mithril Company began their journey...

Erinhue road along in his place in the company fully aware that Galadhon was careful to keep close without seeming to be trying to do so on purpose.

The boy's poorly hidden excitement, and his admiration of the harp, did not go with out notice by the bard. As the guild house fell back into memory, Erinhue urged Treble to a slower pace until he rode beside the boy. He pretended not to notice the new positioning.

"I always say that a journey needs a song to start it off so we may curry fortune's favor."

To Galadhon's visible delight, Erinhue slung Agarak around and set his fingers to the strings. Clear notes to the tune of a favored Dol Amroth nursery rhyme bubbled from the strings and floated, nearly visible around the company.

Galadhon took the road again

From Dol Amroth and Lorien

And time along the way he'll spend

A riding with the Knights

Adventure waits him down the road

And friendship lightens any load

But what he'll find there, no one knows

A riding with the Knights

Galadhon took the road away

Riding bravely, come what may

What deeds he'll do we can't yet say

A riding with the Knights

A stalwart youth, he keeps apace

And takes the road with skill and grace

And someday he might have his place

A riding with the Knights.

Elbren listend to Erinhue's song with a smile upon his face, glancing over at his nephew. Galadhon's face broke out into a smile of sheer delight when Erinhue began the song, but when the Elven boy realised that the song was about him, his face exploded into a rhapsody of joy.

When the song concluded, there was much laughter and applause from the company. Galadhon looked sheepishly over at Erinhue and thanked him in a quiet voice as his face turned a bright shade of red. He then looked to Elbren with shining eyes as Elbren nodded back at him.

Mirdain anounced to the others as they rode, I was thinking about our strategy. Stealth seems necessay. I'm not sure even a formidable company such as ours could take such a large army of orcs. I will try to do the best I can. I have been a trained hunter all my life and I could help us slip into the orc camp, or perhaps provide a distraction. What do you think?

Freahelm nodded as Mirdain spoke, then piped up in agreement.

"As much as I like an open fight, I too do not think taking on the entire host ourselves would be wise. However, perhaps to draw as much of the orc's strength away from their stronghold as possible, some of us might offer our services to Thranduil. With strong knights to lead the Mirkwood elves into a sudden escalation of counterattacks against the invading orcs, we could easily draw a large host to reinforce the invading armies in northern Mirkwood."

He coughed nervously after he finished his outburst, and when no one said anything for a moment he spoke again.

"Just an idea, of course. But with your permission, Lord Elbren, I shall ride ahead when we reach the borders of Rohan. Our path lies but a little north of my land, and for those that wish it I can provide them with a horse from my herds. Fine steeds, my lord, and capable both of great speed and great endurance - none so fine as your Erelas, of course, but many of exceptional breed even among the horses of Rohan. I could also arrange for the supply of provisions as we cross my native lands."

Elbren listened to Mirdain and Freahelm and then nodded in agreement, "We will know more when we reach Thranduil's halls, and I can also gather a small force of Galadrim once we reach Lothlorien's borders," Elbren addressed Freahelm, "your plan is a good one, Freahelm, supplies and Rohirrim horses would be a most welcome addition to our journey."

They rode hard that day and when the camp was made that evening, they were all weary and welcomed the warm camp fires. Elbren and Mirdain went on a quick hunt and managed to take several rabbits which made for a succulent dinner. As the stars came out and filled the sky, more songs broke out from the company, for they were still in friendly lands and the excitement of a new journey was upon them.

They broke camp early and with only a brief stop for a midday meal, they made good progress towards the Gap of Rohan. The Initiation House's location was a Guild secret, but most knew that it sat somewhere near where the river Isen met the sea, and so it was the River Isen that the company of Mithril Knights followed as the Misty Mountains began to draw ever nearer to them on their left while the White Mountains loomed in their majesty to their right.

It was just after their midday meal when Freahelm announced that he would be riding ahead as planned.

"Shall you take a companion with you, Freahelm?" Elbren asked as the company paused.

Carnimiriel tended to the children as they stopped for lunch, telling them a lighthearted story to keep them out of the way of the others, though her brow was furrowed with concern. Rosmarien and Lorfindur, as always, were excited about traveling and weren't really old enough to understand the danger that came with it. She had made a game of using Runya, the jewel of power, to create a shield around her daughters and Galadhon as they traveled.

Galadhon understood perhaps too well for an Elf his age what it meant to go into danger. The loss of both of his parents was difficult enough to bear, but Miriel did not need to read his thoughts to see that he was afraid that Elbren may also go to battle never to return, as did Galadhon's own father and grandfather. He had overheard his uncle's conversation with the other Knights and was well aware of the danger involved in the mission.

Carnimiriel draped an arm around his shoulders and whispered, "I can't tell you that you have no need to worry, that everything will be fine, because you're old enough to understand that things aren't that simple. But please try not to worry. You have to be brave, like the Knights."

Galadhon said nothing, though he sat up a little straighter. His admiration of the Knights, especially Erinhue, was a good thing, Miriel thought. She didn't dare say to Galadhon that she was wondering if she should accompany the Knights on this mission rather than stay in Lothlorien with the children. If the situation were as grim as it sounded, the work she could do with Runya might be needed. She and Elbren had fought side by side many times before against ringwraiths, orcs, and other horrors.

On the other hand, she had been away from Lothlorien for a while and had been hoping to continue her work to restore some of the glory of the Golden Wood which had been fading ever since Galadriel sailed. Runya was not as powerful as Galadriel's ring had been, and she did not have the Lady's talent with growing things, but she had just begun to understand what it would take to keep the Mallorn trees from losing their leaves.

If the orcs united by Norod were such a threat, though, would it matter if her beloved wood were restored to some of its former splendor? Carnimiriel sighed.

"You'll look after him, and he will look after you, and you'll both come back safely. Won't you?" Galadhon's voice brought her out of her thoughts. Sometimes he had an uncanny way of sensing what she was thinking.

Orodreth rode at the lead with Elbren. The children had been an unexpected, yet pleasant, surprise. It had been a long time indeed since Orodreth had spent any signifigant time in the presence of little ones and they were a true delight. The bard had talent with a harp and his music brought to mind the minstrels of Orodreth's youth in long gone Nargothrond. Soon more serious matters were to demand his full attention.

As the company neared the borders of Rohan, Elbren called for a stop. A decision was to be made as to whom would accompany Freahelm to his homestead in order to procure some fo the fine steeds reared in that land.

Helazzar emerged from the rearguard "I will accompany Freahelm and Blanca to his homelands for the horses and supplies."

Mirdain then spoke to Helazzar. Good luck to you two, and safe journey. Remember, the battle has only just begun.

He then went over to Lady Carnimiriel, remembering something he had forgotten to ask. I've noticed that you have some sort of power crystal and that you can summon its power seemingly at will. I can't always do it it the way. I can control what I do with it, but I don't always know when the power will release. It seems to happen whenever I am in trouble or very angry. In any case, I still don't know the true nature of my crystal, only some things that it does. You on the other hand, seem to know very well the nature of yours. I was thinking though, that our gifts might somehow be related. Even if they are not, perhaps you could advise me in this matter, m'Lady?

Tempest lingered awhile longer before leaving the great plains and going north toward Mirkwood. Rohan always spoke to her in faint whispers, like memories long receeded into the mind. She found herself coming more often to its borders and staring out across the fair country, though rarely entering it. She actually had looked forward to crossing it to get to Mirkwood and she wondered how long it would take her fellow knights to join her.

She camped that night under a starless sky, and a strange sharp wind had crept up from the mountains and nearly blew out her fire. She wrapped herself in her cloak and slept fitfully, finally waking in the early hours of the morning to watch the mist lift from the land. She shivered slightly, suddenly wishing she were not alone.

Freahelm and Helazzar rode long into the night and where away again before day break.

Helazzars keen eyes spotted a campfire in the distance... "Brother let us investigate." And with that the two Knights galloped off.

Freahelm had been pleased at the selection of his companion, and his heart was light as they rode. When in the early morning mist they glimpsed a campfire, he agreed readily to investigate. It looked to be a solitary camp, and solitary travellers were rare in these parts.

They drew near, and Freahelm noted that the figure did not seem to heed their approach, though he was certain the traveller knew of their presence. With a nod of understanding between them, Helazzar slipped off his horse and vanished into the brush. The mist was rapidly lifting, but Helazzar had scarcely touched the ground before he was out of sight. Freahelm took up the reigns to his horse, and rode boldly toward the solitary traveller. Freahelm called out in a loud voice.

"Hail, fellow traveller! I am Freahelm of Rohan, and the sight of a warm fire kindles joy in my bones, and drives the chill from my body. Whom do I hail?"

Tempest had been preparing herself for some sort of attack, already having her sword in her hand lest those approaching were bandits. But at Freahelm's voice, she turned and smiled broadly, standing up and raising her hand. "Hail and well met, Freahelm of Rohan. It is I, Tempest. I had not expected to meet any of my fellow knights for at least a few days more. Tell me, how comes it that I find you thus in Rohan?"

Meanwhile, back at the camp with the others, Carnimiriel responded to Mirdain's question.

She drew herself up to her full height and said, sounding a bit more haughty than she intended, "Runya is not a crystal, but a jewel of the Noldor fashioned in Aman during the time of the trees by my ancestor, Finarfin. It was blessed by Elbereth herself, and has many powers for the one who has the will to wield it."

"Like heating bath water!" Lorfindur chimed in with a giggle.

"Yes, that too." Carnimiriel said with a bemused grin, her daughter's comment seeming to soften her attitude. She took a lot of pride in her gem of power, but she didn't want to come across as arrogant about it, and she realized that she probably was. She ruffled the girl's golden hair affectionately.

Mirdain smiled at Lorfindur. "Heating bath water, huh? That does sound useful!"

Carnimiriel continued, "I had meant to ask you about your crystal, though, when you ate dinner at our home in Dol Amroth. If it is what I think it is, I can probably help you. Did Galadriel give it to you?"

"She did indeed." Mirdain began hopefully, "though it was only shortly before she sailed so she did not get a chance to instruct me. What she said was rather cryptic, really, about it having powers I would have to discover on my own, if I had the will."

"Then it must be one of the three!" Miriel said happily. "May I?" She asked as she reached to lift the crystal on the chain where it hung around the knight's neck.

He nodded his assent, and she held the crystal for a few moments, closing her eyes as if deep in thought.

"Yes," She finally murmured, releasing the crystal and opening her eyes, "When the time was drawing near that Galadriel foresaw that the One would be destroyed and Nenya's power would fade, she and I undertook the enchantment of three crystals, using the power of Nenya but also of Runya, which would not fade since it was made long before the rings of power."

Mirdain raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Miriel continued, "It was her idea, and her hope that with the combined use of both objects of power, some of the energy from Nenya might remain in the world after the passing of the One. I do not know what became of the other two, but it appears that with this one, at least, we had some success. Perhaps on this journey we both can learn more."

Quick on his feet as always, Helazzar emerged from the fog behind Tempest as she greeted the noble Freahelm.

"Alas, noble sister knight, you do not find him traveling alone, and we have come for the best horse and supplies that our brother Freahelm has to offer." Helazzar smiled as the nimble and formidable female knight spun in surprise at Helazzars voice, she could now see the half-elven assassin/Knight a few meters behind her.

Tempest smiled and greeted her brother knights.

Elbren finished setting up the tents that they had brought with them, Idril and Jasera having helped him, and then the Knights gathered around the campfire to enjoy their evening meal. They would set a watch once darkness had fallen, but they were within the borders of Rohan, and Elbren felt that the lands of Eomer and his people were safe and secure.

He sat down between his daughters and Galadhon and immediately Rosmarien crawled into his lap. It was then that Carnimiriel and Mirdain began their conversation about the jewels, and Elbren listened with keen interest.

Roasted rabbit was passed around the fire along with lembas, and soon Erinhue was humming a quiet, evening tune as the sun began to sink below the horizon. Conversations began about the shield of Gil-galad and before long, the talk was of the Last Alliance and the war before the doors of Barad-dur.

"You were there, Lord Elbren, what did happen to the relics of Gil-galad? His spear and armor? Is it not a tradition that an Elven warrior's armor is taken and given to his next of kin? A son, if he has one?" asked Lady Idril.

Elbren's face showed no emotion, yet his memories took a sharp turn towards the past as he remembered the battles. Despite the years that had passed and the Ages that had passed, whenever he thought of the Last Alliance, he could smell the vapors of Mordor, hear the screams of death, and feel the despair that had eventually made its way into the spirits of the Elves and Men who had fought there.

"Lord Elbren?" Lady Idril asked again.

Elbren realised that the camp had become quiet in anticipation of his reply, so he brought himself back to the present with a deep breath.

"I was not with Gil-galad's forces during the Last Alliance," he began, "I fought with the Galadrim, under the command of Prince Amroth, but yes, we all knew when Gil-galad fell." A shadow seemed to cross overhead and the children drew closer to Elbren, even as some of the Knights drew their cloaks closer around them. "I do not know what became of his Spear, his armor, or any of his properties."

"Surely, though," Galadhon said quietly, "someone knows?"

"It would have been Elrond's place to perform the rites," Elbren replied, looking over at his nephew.

"And did he?" Galadhon asked.

"I do not know."

"Surely they did not leave his body on the ground to be devoured by fell beasts!" Galadhon stood up, obviously upset, his face lit by some inner fire.

Elbren was going to reply, even though he was telling the truth: He did not know what had become of Gil-galad's personal items. However, before he could state that again, Galadhon sighed heavily with a tint of rage, and he stormed off into the darkness.

Miriel looked anxiously at Elbren, who shook his head slightly. Let the boy go for a bit, he thought, he carries much pain from his own losses and tales or wars and battles serve only to remind him.

Within the hour, the twins were falling asleep at the campfire so Elbren and Miriel put them into their tent and covered them for sleep. Idril was taking the first watch and the camp was settling in for the night.

"Galadhon still has not returned," Miriel reminded Elbren as she sat down near their pallet.

Elbren nodded, though he said nothing. He could feel that his wife was growing slightly agitated with him.

"He's twelve years old," Carnimiriel continued. "Too young to be out on his own--"

"I was wandering the wood on my own at his age," Elbren said much more sharply than he had intended. He instantly regretted his tone.

"And you were safely within the borders of Eregion," Carnimiriel's tone was even.

"I'll go and look for him," Elbren replied, not looking at her and exiting the tent.

He found Idril and spoke to her, "Have you seen any sign of Galadhon?"

"He returned a short while ago," she replied, gesturing towards the fire, where Elbren now saw the boy sitting.

"Thank you," Elbren replied and walked over to join his nephew.

"It will be another hard ride tomorrow, you should get some sleep," Elbren said, sitting down on the ground and tossing another branch on the fire.

"I'm an Elf, I need little sleep," Galadhon said haughtily.

Elbren nodded, "So you are."

"How can you NOT know what happened to the relics of Gil-galad?" Galadhon finally burst out. "How can anyone NOT know?!"

"I never said that no one knew, Galadhon, I only said that I did not know."

"But, after all this time, you would know, wouldn't you? You would have known if his shield had survived; you would know if his Spear had survived," Galadhon's tone was pleading and yet still angry. "The Mithril Knights would know, wouldn't they?"

"This is the first that we've heard of any of Gil-galad's items having survived," Elbren said softly.

"And it is in the hands of orcs!!" Galadhon's voice was now full of hate.

Elbren looked over at the boy and saw fierce, shining eyes and clenched fists. Yes, Galadhon had good reason to hate orcs.

"Yes, it appears that it is, but we will get it back," Elbren replied.

Orodreth then appeared beside them, just walking into the light of the fire. Elbren gestured for Orodreth to join them, and so he did.

"Perhaps a tale of Nargothrond is in order," Elbren urged, "to help soften the night."

...Orodreth glanced down at the Elven boy and smiled."A tale of Nargothrond is it?"he said. The boy nodded eagerly, and , prompted by a nod from Elbren, Orodreth continued."Well do I remember my youth in that far away time. Finrod was king and the Noldor flourished. My days were spent in study with our loremasters and in warrior training with my mentor. After the collapse of the March of Maehdros around Angband, two of the sons of Feanor came to dwell amongst us. Although they were to later cause great disturbances amongst the people of Nargothrond, whenst they first arrived they were looked upon with great favor. Celegorm stands out in my memory. A mighty and proud warrior , this prince had the light of Aman shining brightly in his keen eyes. Many wonderful stories would he tell of fair Tirion and the land beyond the sea. Even more wonderful than the stories was Huan, the hound of Orome,gifted to Celegorm and now living with us in the very palace itself. Huan and I became fast friends. As Celegorm became more involved in the politics of our land, less time was spent hunting with Huan. I was more than happy to fill in as his substitute. Many a day I would skip my studies to wander afar with my bow and Huan at my side. One particular trip, we had wandered far away from the city indeed. We had been tracking a giant stag and had unwittingly strayed from the borders of our land. Huan had ranged ahead, as was his wont , and I followed more slowly, taking in the scenery and generally enjoying my time away from my studies.It happened quickly. One moment I was walking along, the next I was on the ground, pinned by a creature most foul, an orc, his blade but an inch from my throat. He was in bad condition and desperate. Whilst I could make no sense of his gutteral tongue, I could only surmise that he was an advance scout for the enemy, and had wandered very deep into elven territory.." The child's eyes were alight with awe and anticipation, indeed the rest of the company had now gathered around and were listening intently as well.Orodreth continued."The orc tied me to a tree and commenced to stalking around me muttering and poking me intermittenly. Needless to say, I was terribly frightened. I had heard stories of what orcs ate and I was fearful that I was about to become a meal for this pathetic evil creature. He walked around me one last time, as if making a decision. He then drew his blade and came for me....but never reached me. With a horrifying growl, the hound of the Vala had arrived and jumped in between me and the orc.Anger was evident in his shining eyes and the orc turned to flee, to late. Huan was upon him. Within seconds the foul servant of the Dark Lord was dead.Huan chewed off the bonds placed upon me and we made our way back to the city. In later years, Huan did deeds of great reknown, but for me , he did the greatest deed of all. He saved my life...." The boy looked awestruck and the rest of the company as well. Orodreth was pleased at the telling, but for the first time in a long time, he felt the wieght of the ages. Nargothrond was gone, Nargothrond was....gone.

Freahelm lept from his horse with a cry of joy at the sight of his fellow knight. He nodded in agreement to Helazzar's words, and then spoke himself.

"You are encamped but a few miles from my northern pastures. I intend to provide horses for the knights when they come, for those who wish it. Helazzar and I have ridden ahead to make the arrangements, and to drive some 30 or 40 of my best to the road for our fellow knights to choose from. Will you join us?"

Elbren woke early the next morning, well before dawn, and already heard the stirrings of the camp. He crawled out of his and Miriel's pallet, grabbed his cloak to guard against the pre-dawn chill, and walked out to the campfire. The Knights were up, breaking camp, and eating a hurried breakfast. Elbren greeted them all, took an offered mug of hot tea and a cold biscuit, and then helped with saddling the horses and packing the tents.

Within the hour, they were all ready to move and rendezvous with Freahelm and Helazzar. As the sun rose into the Eastern sky and the plains of Rohan opened before them, they were well on their way to Freahelm's lands.

"I'm sorry for my behaviour last night," Galadhon urged his horse next to Elbren's and spoke in a low tone.

Elbren looked over at the boy, "I accept your apology, but I do expect you to show more restraint, Galadhon. You are no longer a child."

Galadhon started to protest, but instead just nodded...

"Of course, I am delighted to find you here and will gladly accompany you." Tempest said to Freahelm and Helezzar. "In truth, I would enjoy the company. I have not felt safe traveling alone these past few days, and I know not why."

Freahelm cast a wary eye around the mist touched land, wondering what she meant. Rohan seemed the same to him, but perhaps she was not used to traveling within its borders. He knew she avoided it when possible, though perhaps her feelings toward her homeland were changing with time. He glanced at her horse and she caught his look.

"Yes, a horse of Rohan is exactly what I need. These Mordorian horses lack grace and speed and I have longed to feel the strength of a horse of Rohan in my reins again," she said with a sparkle in her dark eyes. "I hope you lead us to some horses of good stock, for I tire of this creature," she said gesturing toward the black horse who stomped his foot, almost in seeming protest of her words.

Mirdain rod along making idle conversation with the others. He still thought about his conversation with Lady Carnimiriel. Three other crystals? What potential! Mine may even be the least poweful of the three. Imagine what all three combined could do. If I could just find those other two...

He then rode up next to the Lady, wishing to know more. M'lady, do you have any idea what may have happened to the other crystals that were made? Or perhaps you know who they were first given to?

Carnimiriel rode between her twin daughters, keeping them shielded with the energy of Runya as she did with Galadhon, who had started to argue about it until she gave him such a look that he simply shut his mouth.

Last night, she had been very worried about him running off, but when she had peered out of the tent, she saw him and Elbren sitting around the fire with others listening to a story. Elbren hadn't bothered to tell her that his nephew had returned safely, but then he may have thought that she was asleep, as if she could sleep not knowing whether he was safe. She sighed.

"Rohan is a pretty country." Rosmarien said cheerfully, perceptively noticing her mother's mood.

"Yes it is." Miriel smiled at her daughter. "Don't you think so Lorfindur?"

Lorfindur didn't answer at first. She seemed to be watching Idril intently. Well, of the two daughters, Lor was the one who had expressed interest in becoming a warrior. The twins were scarcely seven years old, though, so they had lots of time to consider what paths they would take in life.

When Lorfindur finally spoke, she said, "Yes, very pretty. But home is prettier."

Carnimiriel was about to remind her that they were on their way home when she noticed Mirdain moving his horse towards hers. She gave him a nod and he asked about the other crystals.

"I know nothing for certain, Mirdain, but if you want my best guess, I can't imagine that Galadriel wouldn't have taken the strongest of the three with her. Though she rejoiced at the fall of Sauron as much as any, it was very difficult for her to bear when her ring Nenya failed. Even in Aman, perhaps she wanted to keep something of its residual power with her."

Mirdain nodded, looking rather disappointed. "And the other?"

"The other? I would guess she gave it to someone else whom she thought could make use of it, like yourself. She did not share that information with me. Though I would surely know if someone had it in Lothlorien."

She almost added, 'Be thankful that she found you worthy and hope that you can live up to her expectations', but she thought better of it. She could see in his eyes how eager the young Knight was to learn more about this crystal.

Mirdain looked at her as if he knew there was something else she was not saying, but he asked her no more for the time.

They stopped for lunch shortly, finding that the mist was at last lifting.

Elbren called a halt for lunch and the group dismounted and food was quickly prepared. Elbren stood and stared off into the East, his mind far away, going North towards his home in Lothlorien and then further North towards Thranduil's lands. He sensed confusion and turmoil in the land and this concerned him.

He turned and walked back to the group and took an offered plate of food from Jasera with a "thank you".

"Something concerns you, Lord Elbren?" asked Idril.

"Hmm, well," Elbren said, swallowing a bite of cured meat, "we are well within the borders of Rohan and are nearing where Freahelm's lands are...yet, I feel a disturbance in the land. I do not know if this is part of our quest, or if something else is amiss."

If he had thought a bit longer before speaking, he would have softened his response, for now the children were looking at him with wide eyes.

"When will we rendezvous with Freahelm and Helazzar?" asked Erinhue.

"We should reach Freahelm's home tonight, well before sunset. I hope we can stay there and then set out in the morning," Elbren stood up and nodded towards his wife, who was sitting near the twins.

Carnimiriel got up and walked a short distance away with Elbren, "What really concerns you, Elbren?" She asked in a whisper.

"I am concerned that perhaps the orcs have moved farther South than we think," he frowned, "perhaps not. But, how dangerous is the trip going to be once we turn North? The borders of our own home may be perilous."

"For the children, you mean," she replied.

"Yes," he nodded, "for them. The Knights can move swiftly and fight if necessary, but what of them?"

"Perhaps we should send scouts ahead to the river once we get the horses from Freahelm?" Miriel suggested.

Elbren nodded, "Yes, that we must do. Splendid idea."

They walked back to the group and Elbren suggested that two scouts be sent out once they had gotten the Rohirrim horses. "We can split up the duty," he explained, "but I feel that we need to scout the paths ahead..."

Freahelm grinned in response. "I will lead you straight to some of the best stock in Westfold! Just follow me, and after you make your selection, we can bring the rest to my home, where we are to meet our fellow Knights."

The three knights mounted quickly, and Helazzar and Tempest followed Freahelm's lead as he turned his horse south toward the White Mountains, which loomed large against the southern sky.

The day wore on and the mist lifted, and they continued to ride on. At last they reached a low hill from which a small herd of horses could be seen. Freahelm set two fingers to his lips and gave a piercing whistle. As its sound reached the horses below, their ears pricked up and they galloped toward the sound. Freahelm beamed proudly as the horses drew near.

"They were trained from their earliest youth to respond to my whistle. Each horse also has his or her individual call, which I will teach to their new owners."

The horses were then all around them, those nearest to Freahelm nuzzling their noses toward him to receive his touch. He laughed and stroked them happily. A lone rider galloped up behind them, and revealed himself to be a youth by his small stature, yet for his youth he yet rode as though he were a part of the horse. When the youth saw Freahelm he gave a shout.

"Sir! You are home already!"

Freahelm shook his head. "Nay, Heru, I am but passing through on my way north. But many companions follow me - I need you to ride back to the house and have the place prepared for guests. Then I would like you to ride down the road until you meet a group of mounted warriors - Mithril Knights - and lead them to the house. Quickly, now!"

Heru nodded, breathless with astonishment that a group of Mithril Knights would be arriving at his master's home. He wheeled his mount about and in a few moments had galloped out of sight. The horses, some 30 or 40 of them, had dispersed slightly around the three knights, and were now milling contendedly about them. Freahelm waved a hand about the herd and spoke proudly.

"You see here before you the cream of my stock- these are the best I own, and are indeed the best in Rohan, save the horses of the mearas. But some of these, by the grace and good will of the King, have even the blood of the mount of Eorl coursing in their veins."

He turned to Tempest as he rested his arms on the pommel of his saddle. "You may have any one of them that you wish."

Idril gave some thought to several things that had recently been spoken. Lord Elbren had spoken of needing a scout or two to go before the rest of the company and her 'gift' seemed to fit this type of spying. Something else was bothering her.

Master Freahelm had made a wonderful offer of new mounts. They would be wonderful animals and of great heart and massive strength. But how could she part with Thalion? They had been together for many years and he had carried her into many battles and away from other dangers. His lineage was of the great Shadowfax and she just could not imagine parting with him. So she did the next best thing that she could think of ... she offered to go on the scouting mission.

"Lord Elbren ... may I have a word with you please?" Elbren walked over to where Idril stood, just outside the ring of Knights. "Where would you like the scouting party to head and is there something specific we should be looking for? I will be able to go undetected and it would serve our purpose well." Idril finished eating her meat while she awaited Lord Elbren's answer.

"That is a generous offer Idril", said Miriel. She walked over and grasped Idril's hands in hers as she knew what she would be sacrificing as she realized Idril's bravery and her foresight. Lord Elbren kneeled down near some dirt before he spoke.

Surrounded by horses of such nobility and stride, Tempest felt something deep within her stir at their sight. She cast a look of admiration around the herd and Freahelm could see how impressed she was, and he smiled. She took her time examining them until she finally turned a face slightly flushed with delight to him.

"I cannot choose." she said breathlessly. "I cannot. All are equally magnificient. Yet, you know their temperments better than I. Please, choose for me a horse to match me, a steed that can compliment my hand on the reins."

A mount of Rohan's exemplary stock would best serve him on the long journey, but Erinhue was reluctant to leave Treble, who was more than just a horse to the bard. Reluctant still he turned the painted stallion over to the care of a Rohan stable master and went to choose himself another mount.

Such things were best decided by the winds of fate, as most of his life had been decided. Erinhue spent a little time moving quietly among the horses, murmuring to them in the manner taught him long ago by his friend Freahealm. They were good and noble beasts and any one of them would have made a worthy steed, but he could only ride one of them.

Walking away from the herd, Erinhue turned and whistled an oddly trilled note. At the first sound there was no reaction. Again Erinhue whistled and this time a sturdy roan lifted his head and looked. There you are, the bard said to himself and went back to get acquainted with his new mount and companion to Mirkwood.

Mirdain saw what Idril did and marveled at his mentor's bravery. He feared for her though, feeling protective. He decided to interject.

I would like to be the second scout. It would be a way to...further prove myself. Idril, it would be like old times. Besides I am very familiar with the country of Lorien and that immediately surrounding it.

Elbren listened and then nodded at Idril and Mirdain, "Perhaps it is best for you two to ride ahead, no more than a half day's ride from us, and scout the area. We want to make sure that the West side of the Anduin is clear for our passage. Once we reach the borders of Lothlorien, the Anduin Guard will be able to assist us if necessary, it is the land that lies in between that concerns me. Should you find anything amiss, return to us immediately and we can prepare. Otherwise, we will rendezvous at the Southern most Anduin Guard command flet in..." Elbren thought for a moment, "in four days time."

"And we will cross the river when?" asked Idril.

"We will cross once we've delivered the children safely to Lothlorien and farther North at the Anduin Citadel, just across the river from the ruins of Dol Guldur. We will then take a less-used path that I know to the Halls of Thranduil," replied Elbren.

With that, Idril and Mirdain left the group and rode East. Elbren watched them go and then urged the remaining company to finish their lunch. He was anxious to get to Freahelm's home.

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Some four hours later, they saw Freahelm's house before them, and the group became cheery and full of mirth, anticipating the comfort of beds and a hearth fire shared by friends.

Their horses were taken to the stables and they were welcomed into the home where they found Freahelm, Helazzar, and Tempest awaiting them. The children were elated to be there at first, but it did not take long for their weariness to slow them down into quiet and thoughtful moods.

Elbren told Freahelm, Helazzar, and Tempest about the scouting being done by Mirdain and Idril. After cleaning up and eating a bit to take the edge off from their journey, Freahelm took them out to see his impressive herd of horses. Some of the Knights were reluctant to leave their beloved horses behind, and Elbren well understood that. He was very fond of Erelas, the mearas stallion that he had received as a gift from King Eomer, but the horse that he had ridden for years before Erelas had been Andros, and Andros had been dear to him. The memory of Andros falling to the wolves near Fangorn during the battle two years before came to haunt Elbren as he stared out towards the East. It had been a horrible battle. Asaris had fought the Balrog that day...Tempest had been his enemy...Elves and Men had fallen in droves...and Glorelion, in a magnificent charge against the Balrog, had fallen to his death.

Elbren shook the memory from his inner eye with visible force. It was the light touch upon his hand that brought him fully back from the past, and he looked down to see Rosmarien holding his hand, smiling up at him.

"The horses are beautiful, Father, are they magic?" she asked.

"And what do you mean by 'magic', my love?" Elbren said, kneeling beside her and gathering her in his arms.

Rosmarien giggled and climbed up into her father's lap, "Well, I know that's a word that the mortals use sometimes...I mean 'special', I suppose. Are they special horses?"

"Indeed they are," Elbren explained as they both stared out at the herd again, "and perhaps Sir Freahelm will tell you more about the tradition of the horses of Rohan, for his knowledge surpasses mine on that matter. But, yes, they are very special, very fast, very able to travel long distances with little rest..."

"Like Erelas?" Rosmarien asked.

"Yes, Erelas is from Rohan; he's a very special horse, for he is a mearas....you should ask Sir Freahelm, he would gladly tell you more, I think," Elbren smiled and kissed her soft cheek.

They walked, then, hand in hand back towards Freahelm's house as the horses that had been chosen by the Company were brought to the stables. The smells of some magnificent meal were in the air and Elbren looked forward to a hearty meal at the table of Freahelm of Rohan.

It was during dinner that Rosmarien made a point of sitting near Freahelm, for her curiousity, which could sometimes be categorised as "impetuous", was peaked about Rohan and the Rohirrim horses. She did not want to bother Freahelm with trivial matters, but she also wanted to know more about them...

Carnimiriel smiled at her daughter's eagerness to learn more about the horses. She tried to relax and not think too much about the journey ahead, though in truth she would feel much better once the children were safely back in Lothlorien.

Freahelm's hospitality was quite welcome, and she enjoyed the dinner very much. She was still debating whether she should accompany the Knights all the way to Mirkwood or not, but she hadn't spoken of it to Elbren yet.

"What are you thinking?" Elbren said softly as he took her hand.

"Oh, just trying to make up my mind. Part of me thinks that if the threat of these orcs is so great, I should be in Lothlorien to help coordinate the defense, should they come that way. But on the other hand, I may be needed more at the front lines, with you."

In truth, she didn't like having him go into danger without her, as they had so often been a team. But she also didn't like the idea of leaving the children behind her in possible danger as well. Could Lothlorien be threatened? She shuddered at the memory of orcs pouring into the Wood from Dol Guldur in the last days of the War of the Ring. She was torn.

"You don't have to decide now." Elbren replied as he squeezed her hand.

She saw the momentary look of disappointment on his face, though, when she had mentioned staying in Lothlorien. He had clearly assumed she was going with him.

"Perhaps I can stop by Lothlorien to assess the situation, then make my way to Mirkwood if the situation warrants it. You know how to reach me in need."

She touched his wedding ring, a reminder of the enchantment that linked it to hers, allowing them to communicate from a distance if needed, but it required great effort and was something they only used occasionally.

"Yes." He whispered, squeezing her hand again. "Let's wait till we reach Lothlorien and find out what the news is there. Then you can decide."

Freahelm beamed with pleasure. He glanced over the herd, and his eye settled on a magnificent bay near the perimeter of the herd. He glanced back at Tempest, and saw that her eye, too had been drawn to the proud horse. Freahelm gave two sharp whistles, and the bay shook its head and stamped its hoof. Freahelm whistled again and this time the horse trotted toward him.

"If you would have me choose, I would pick him. He is very proud and does not submit to a rough hand. But when handled firmly but gently, he responds willingly. He will give his loyal service to only one person, and I have discovered I am not that person. Yet I suspect that under your hand, he will show himself as loyal and excellent a horse as anyone could wish for."

When they finished driving the horses to his homestead, he set them loose in a fertile pasture. There was no need to fence them in, as they would not wander from their home. When the Knights arrived, Freahelm led them to the pasture to select their mounts. Not all were willing to leave their trusted mounts behind, and Freahelm well understood. He should have disliked to part with Blanca even if offered a steed of Bema, or Orome, as Elbren called him.

When they returned to his table, they found it had been liberally set. In addition to the many fruits and vegetables, the table was also piled high with bread and rolls made from wheat harvested from Freahelm's fields. A number of fat mountain trout from the streams that flowed down from the White Mountains were also there, and the table was dominated by a hefty hind in the very center. For drink, Freahelm served his own wine he made from his vineyards in the foothills of the Whites. It was not a fine as the wine found in more cultured places, but was quite strong. Water was also provided, and for those so inclined, there was also a generous offering of mare's milk.

Freahelm was suprised to find Rosmarien seating herself next to him. He was not certain what to make of it, and the elf child remained mostly silent for much of the meal. Freahelm helped her choose some of the choicer portions, and talked some with her about her trip so far, in between talking with his fellow knights. At last, as he hesitated over offering her wine, not knowing Elbren's preferences in the matter, she burst out with a question.

"What is a mearas, Sir Freahelm?"

Freahelm was taken aback for a moment before he began to reply.

"Well, the mearas are the descendents of..."

He paused as he looked at the eager face of the young elf. It dawned on him that here was a captive audience, and when he began to speak again his voice was deeper and he rolled his words with a distinct accent, falling most heavily on the alliterative words, though not so heavy as to be misunderstood.

"Ere mortal man ever walked these lands, Bema, or Orome as you know him, hunted across these fields. He hunted long ere day ever rose, or moon shed her light upon the woods. His pleasure was in hound, horse, and hunt, and he slew many fell beasts by the light of the stars. Yet when the evil grew, Orome was forced to withdraw to the Blessed Realm. When he left, he took his horse and hound, but Nahar left his offspring behind. They mingled with the lesser breeds, and for long they roamed free across the lands."

"In time the men of the Eotheod made their way to the north, in the vales of Anduin. They were great horse masters, and in the grassy vales they found many horses that ran wild and free. Eorl, the father of my people, was son to a great horseman, Leod, who would capture the wild steeds. One year, while Eorl was yet young, Leod capture a magnificent white foal. It grew quickly into a great horse, but could be tamed by no man. When Leod mounted him, the horse bore him away and threw him. Leod was slain, and the horse escaped."

"Eorl set out to hunt the horse, and long he hunted ere he found it. When he found it, instead of firing a shaft to pierce its wild heart, he called aloud. 'Come hither, Mansbane, and get a new name!' To the wonderment of all, the horse came, and Eorl named him Felarof, and claimed his lifelong service as a weregild for his father's death. It was upon Felarof that Eorl rode to the Field of Celebrant, for Felarof was bred of the descendents of Nahar and they proved as long lived as men. And it is the descendents of that most magnificent of horses that make up the mearas. None but the King of the Mark could ride them, until the days of Shadowfax and the Grey Pilgrim. Since then, though some like myself have been given leave to breed our herds with mearas of lesser blood, only your father has been permitted to ride such a noble steed."

Tempest had been exceedingly pleased with the horse Freahelm had chosen for her. She tried to remember the whistle he had given to call the creature to him as she lifted her hand to pat the horse's broad nose. She was distracted by the arrival of her fellow knights, but she whispered in the horse's ear that she would return soon. She would have to think of a name that night.

As she greeted Elbren, Tempest contemplated how just a few years ago she sought to kill him outside the forest of Fangorn. So much had happened since then, and she tried to push the darkness from her mind. This was not the time to think of such things, and she had to admit that slowly she was beginning to be glad to travel in the company of such people.

She was quiet at dinner, though in truth she enjoyed it immensley. Strangely, it was the elf who had come with Elbren, Galadhon she believed his name was, who seemed to unsettle her. When she had first met him, she had asked innocently, "Have we met before?" and he had shook his head. Now as she stared across the table at him, his face was familiar to her, but not the kind of rememberance that warmed the heart. No, when she heard Elbren refer to him as his nephew, she guessed the truth. She wondered if the boy knew she was responsible for his father's death. But then again, she had been different then.

Or was she really that different? She felt the presence of the orcs even from Rohan, and the nearer she came to them the more she felt the shadow descending again. Perhaps it was a mistake to bring her along. What could Elbren have been thinking? Two years could not erase the darkness of her childhood or service under the Dark Lord. No matter if she had resisted complete evil, in the end she had been tainted by it.

She was stirred from such thoughts by Freahelm's tale of the horses of Rohan. She smiled, thinking of her own son and the tales she used to tell him. She had sent him far away from her after the war so at least he would not be tainted by her. But there were moments, sweet moments when she remembered him and wished that she had not done so. He had been the one bright spot of her life and she had left him....

Why was she thinking about these things now, she mused. It must be because of the orcs at Mirkwood. She was afraid, not so much of them as of what they represented to her. She was afraid to face them and she was afraid to tell anyone of her fear.

Idril was excited to be on the scouting mission and that Mirdain was joining her. She had thought that when she volunteered, that Elbren would send her alone. She was glad that this was not the case. They rode hard for some time and decided to stop late in the evening. During that time the sunset was brilliant and the rising of the full moon magnificent! This could both help them and hinder them. They might have to use her veil when they got closer but for now her hair remained braided. She got to thinking that she should alert Mirdain to her 'secret' but he started talking to her in low tones before she had a chance.

"I am glad that we are out here, together again travelling in each other's company. I hope to live up to the trust that the Knights have in me" said Mirdain.

'You have done very well during your time as squire and during your initiation quest otherwise Lord Elbren would not have gone through with the initiation. I would not have chosen another to accompany me on this scouting mission. Just remember to keep your back to mine if we get into a squirmish.' And with that Idril smiled and handed him a cup of hot tea. They ate a quick meal of dried jerky and some lembas cakes as they watched the moon rise.

'This will be an interesting night for us with the moon full and bright. It will be like a beacon for us to see our way but it will also show us to any and all that we might come upon. I wish that there were more coverage but since there is not, I might have to use my 'veil' to protect us from being seen.'

"What is this that you speak of? A 'veil' of what?"

'Well some call it the "Veil of Idril" ... it is actually my hair and that is the reason for its length. My hair has an enchantment that was placed upon it at my birth. No shear has touched it nor any of the womens' hair in my family. Let me show you quickly what I mean.' With deft movements her hair was quickly unbraided and loosened. She put her hands behind her neck and 'spread' her hair out like a veil and disappeared from Mirdain's sight. It left him with a spooky feeling but just as quickly she reappeared right where she had been sitting.

'See what I mean? It is one of the secrets that I have told to very few but all the Knights know it and it also needs to be adhered to as you do the oath of our group. It can sheild many at one time and has a magical quality to it. But know also that it drains me of strength when used to sheild a large group for a long period of time. When I am just using it for myself, I can stay hidden many days.'

With a nod and smile, Mirdain looks Idril straight in the eyes and says "Of course M'lady. I will keep your secret as I do all the others that I have sworn an oath to keep. Shall we be on our way now?" They broke their small camp and made it look as if no one had been there. Mirdain watched as Idril showed him the technique to keep their stopping places unknown. It would take him some time to learn it but learn it he would. They mounted up and were off before the moon had risen very high above the horizon. Idril prayed for a cloud cover as they rode.

The moon was riding as Idril and Mirdain made their way through the northern stretches of Rohan toward the borders of Lorien. The level plain bagan to give way to to small, rolling rises. Mirdain periodically would move to the top of a rise and look all about for signs of the enemy, while Idril kept the horses ready on the groundin case of a need to flee immediately.

Then went on for awhile unhindered until Mirdain spotted a party or orcs, still about 30 minutes away. After he consulted Idril, she said

I will stay here and keep us veiled. You wait on the top of the hill and see if they continue toward us. Mirdain did so and waited as the orcs approached. It became apparent that there were seven.

The orcs did in fact come towards them. They were apparently unaware of the presence of the two knights. When they reached the hiding place, the orcs stopped. Mirdain's heart raced.Did they see us? They must have seen me when I first spied them, or perhaps before. But that's impossible...without some sort of magic enhancement. He saw that one orc rode a horse while the others walked and that it guarded what appeared to be a shield carefully wrapped in cloth. The shield of gil-galad? thought Mirdain. Then he realized something else; he only saw six.

Everything seemed to happen in a blur then. The one orc that rode a horse threw up his hand and there was a brilliant burst of fire. Mirdain and Idril were temporarily stunned. Idril lost control of her veil over Mirdain, and he was revealed to the orcs. She was brely able to keep herself veiled. The orcs all turned to face Mirdain. Realizing his predicament, he swiftly drew his bow and managed to get off shot on the approaching orcs, felling the closest.

He was about to draw another, when he heard a faint footstep behind him. Whirling just as the seventh orc came at him, he was slashed in the shoulder by its dagger. Crying out in pain and rage, he overpowered the orc and slit its throat with the same dagger. The rest were close, too close. It was that instant that Idril appeared, slaying the one closest to her with her sword. Mirdain seized the opportunity provided by the distraction and killed another with his new broadsword. The one on the horse caught Idril a glancing blow on the head with a mace and she fell to her knees. Mirdain reacted and sent a burst of fireballs into the group. The leader was knocked from his horse. Another was severely burned and ran screaming into the night, but dropped dead after a short distance. Mirdain rushed to Idril's side and helped her up.

The orc that had been thrown from the horse stood as well, and Mirdain and Idril stood back to back facing the two remaining. After a few seconds of hesitation, they launched themselves at the two knights. Mirdain's sword flashed with the light of his crystal, and he easily severed the head of the orc facing him, even through its armor. Idril met the other in a clash of steel, and brought it down with a downward thrust of her sword.

Now that the battle was over, Mirdain was newly aware of the intense pain of his shoulder wound. Idril said, I can heal that, once we get away from here and make camp. Her attempt to disguise her own head injury did not go unnoticed by Mirdain. Then Mirdain added, I'm going to have a look at what those orcs were carrying. I'm especially interested in that shield. Do you suppose it could be the shield of gil-galad?

Mirdain took a few minutes to unwrap the shield and examine it. There were runes of power in elvish all over it. Mirdain had never seen the shield of gil-galad or heard it described, so he could not be sure that's what this was. Thinking on it, he decided that it wouldn't hurt to take the shield with them.

Mirdain and Idril went to look for their horses, taking the shield with them.

Helazzar the Assassin/Knight sat out side as his brothers and sisters made merry, and he smiled to himself for he enjoyed very much the sounds of happy free people who know they are riding into danger.

He got up and walked out on to the grass and rolled out his bed roll and lay there looking into the beautiful night sky.

Idril whisled for her horse but softly. She did not want to alert more Orcs if they were anywhere near them. She took a moment to look at Mirdain's shoulder and put on a pressure bandage to help slow the bleeding, if not stop it. That was all that she had time for as their horse's came to them. They mounted, Mirdain carrying the covered shield, and Idril leaving her veil out to help cover their retreat. They started out at a canter.

Her head wound was bleeding pretty bad as it bled into her hair and down the back of her neck. How she could have been taken off guard of the Orcs' mace she didn't remember. Now she was paying for it. She road behind Mirdain to shield him with her veil but she wasn't going to be able to keep it up the whole way back. She also was trying to keep him from seeing her wound, not wanting to cause him any greater worry than he already was under.

"We must cover alot of ground as I am not going to be able to use my veil much longer due to the head wound I received", she lied. "Do not worry it is not too bad. But if I lose conscienceness, get that sheild to Lord Elbren and leave me behind. It is important to find out what we have found and if it is the shield of Gil-Galad, we have retrieved what we all came for. Promise me that you will do this."

'I promise, M'lady but what ...'

"NO But's! This is important and must be followed through to the end. I will be fine. Just get that shield to Lord Elbren. For now we must ride hard and fast for as long as we may. Remember your promise!" She said all that and then yelled softly in Sindarin for their horses to gallop. She knew that Thalion would not leave her and if she was to start to fall off, he would try to find a sheltered spot to let her fall. He would then go for help, most likely, Lord Elbren and the Knights. This gave her comfort as she was starting to feel dizzy. She leaned forward over Thalion's neck and spoke quietly to her horse and then said to Mirdain.

"Ride as if you were the wind." and they continued on for some time at a gallop, as if one with their horses, back the way that they had come with the moon lighting their way.

Freahelm's homestead was beautiful and the hospitality more than lived up to the high Rohhirum standards ,yet Orodreth had been unable to shake a strong feeling of uneasiness. Although not as attuned to the land as Elbren, he could feel a disturbance in the land as well. This coupled with his natural caution finally spurred him to action. Pulling Elbren aside, he voiced his concerns." M'lord, something is amiss, I sense it! Idril and Mirdain are both more than capeable , yet I fear that there may be more at play here than just the possibility of orcs roaming this far south. Tell me Elbren. when was the last time you visited the ruins of Dol Guldor?" Elbren thought a moment, then replied,"It has been awhile brother. I was present when the forces of the White Council made their move just before the war. I watched it raised to the ground. That was the last time I waas there."

Orodreth pondered the answer, then voiced his mind. "Elbren, while fleeing the Gray mountains, I was pursued by orcs for many a league. At one point I made a stand. The last orc I fought bore weaponry differing from all his other cohorts. He bore a shield obviously forged in Moria. It bore the mark of the craftsmen of Durin. At the time I thought nothing of this but now it gives me pause for concern. What if this alliance is not being run from the north at all? What if the last orc I slew was from the southern clans? The scope of this could be larger than originally surmised. I know that Thranduil keeps only a minimal watch upon his southern borders, and to the lands surrounding Dol Guldor, he keeps no watch at all. Could it be possible that another power has arisen in that evil place? Logistically, it would make perfect sence. Holding Southern Mirkwood would give a vantage point upon which to wreak havoc throughout the south! I feel that this must be investigated at once. A messenger should be sent to Edoras to warn the King. My feeling is that we should make haste to Dol Guldor and see if there is any truth to this. Even if it turns out to be nothing, we lose very little in the way of time en route to Thranduil's halls." Elbren stroked his chin, looking greatly troubled."Your fears are founded in sound reasoning Orodreth. Let us make council with the others quickly. Your plan of actions is a good one but I would delay a few hours more in hopes of the return of Idril and Mirdain." Orodreth nodded in agreement and strode off to fetch the others. The time for merriment was now at an end.........

Oh, well did Elbren remember his last visit to Dol Guldur. It had been when Lady Galadriel, assisted by her apprentices, which included Carnimiriel, had thrown down the walls of that fell place. It had been during the Siege of Dol Guldur, when Celeborn and Thranduil had led their combined forces against the darkness there...and it had been there that Elbred, Elbren's father, had fallen to his death.

Was there still evil lurking in Dol Guldur? Oh, that was very possible. It had been stripped of its power, but there were, no doubt, still tunnels, relics, and other horrid things that still clung to the ruins. Galadriel had warned her people, ere she set sail, that Dol Guldur should not be forgotten. The Galadrim had ever been vigilant in their watchfulness of that place, and Elbren himself had set foot within it three times...once when he was a prisoner, once when he was sent to assassinate Saeros, then lord of Dol Guldur, and then at the final Siege.

And an orc had been carrying a shield from Moria? Well, actually, that was not so strange, Elbren thought, for the Dwarves were long gone from those mines; and the orcs ruled there. Were they growing in strength? Was Moria a command center for them? And perhaps Dol Guldur as well?

It had been two years since Elbren had been home to Lothlorien, but especially since Galadriel's departure, the Galadrim had remained steadfast in their eye upon Dol Guldur.

He stood staring up at the starry sky just outside of Freahelm's house, his silver hair gently moving in the night breeze. But, Orodreth was right: Something WAS very much amiss.

Oh, how we miss the Wise, Elbren thought mournfully.

He walked back inside and found Freahelm still awake by the fire with some of the others.

"We should send word to King Eomer as soon as you can prepare a rider," Elbren said quietly, "I wish I could be more precise in my message, Freahelm, but simply have him told that he should be vigilant in his scouting...see if any word has come from Orthanc or Helm's Deep."

That was when he received a painful vision like hot, white light: Idril and Mirdain were racing across the plains, both wounded, and perhaps pursued.

"Lord Elbren?"

Elbren looked up to see his fellow Knights looking at him with concern. He then realised that he was holding his head in his hands and sitting down, when moments before he had been standing near the fire.

"I'm no seer," he stammered, surprised to find that his voice was shaky, "but I've just seen Idril and Mirdain in a vision."

Carnimiriel was quickly at Elbren's side and using Runya to soothe him and to try and share the vision. She was adept at this type of work and quickly she had the answer, "Yes," she said, "they are headed this way, not far, and they are wounded. They need help."

That was all it took. The Knights were instantly in motion, armoring themselves as the horses were saddled.

"Keep the children here," Elbren told Miriel as he fastened his breastplate, "and if anything goes amiss, make for Edoras with all haste. If the way to Lothlorien is blocked already, things may be far worse than we have imagined."

Carnimiriel was clearly torn: She wanted to ride with the Knights and lend the aid of Runya, for it was a formidable ally, but the children needed a guardian, and she must fulfill that role, at least for now.

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Within the hour, the Knights were galloping towards the North as the moon lit their way with silvery light upon the Plains of Rohan. It was near dawn when they saw Mirdain and Idril rushing towards them.

"Check pursuit," Elbren told Erinhue, "see if we have an enemy on their heels; take Jasera with you."

Erinhue and Jasera bolted off quickly as the Knights dismounted and began to tend Idril and Mirdain.

"What is this?" Elbren asked as Mirdain clutched something big and heavy in his hands.

"M'Lord, it may be the shield that we seek, I know not, but it has Elven runes of power upon it and it was carried by orcs," Mirdain replied, sitting now and his wound being tended by Freahelm.

Elbren was astounded. Could their quest be completed so quickly? He took the shield, unwrapped it, and laid it where the full light of the moon was caressing it. Elbren looked over at Orodreth, and then at the others.

"This is a fine shield indeed," Elbren finally said, pointing to the Runes, "this is the High Tongue of the Eldar--"

"Is it Gil-galad's shield?" Idril said weakly.

Elbren smiled at her, "No, I do not think so, M'lady," he held the shield up, "here, at the top, it reads, May the bearer be blessed with protection from the stars , and here, on the sides, is the name, I think, of whom it was made for," he pointed again, Branion, son of Tarion , or perhaps that is who made it."

Erinhue and Jasera returned then reporting that no pursuit was in sight.

"Good, I think," Elbren muttered, "but you said that one of the orcs was mounted?" Idril and Mirdain both nodded, "Hmm, we shall make our way with more caution then, but I think we must still travel with all haste to Mirkwood. Once we reach the borders of Lorien, we can find out any news from Moria...or Dol Guldur."

The Knights then returned to Freahelm's home, for they still needed supplies and a few hours rest ere they journeyed onward. Elbren was very torn as to what to do with the children; to send them to Edoras, back to Dol Amroth, or take them home? There was always danger on long journeys, and surely they were safer with the Knights as escort. Yet, what would they do if they encountered orcs as Idril and Mirdain had?

Elbren remained awake for the few hours that remained before dawn, and when the Knights arose, broke their fasts, and prepared to leave, Elbren had decided: The children and Carnimiriel would continue North with the Knights. They would make all haste to Lothlorien, and Eru willing, they would make it without further incident.

Before they could arrive safely back at , Idril had lost conscienceness but did not lose her seat on Thalion. He slowed down and make sure that she stayed upon his back until they reached the Guild House. Then Mirdain, though hurt, was by her side, helping her off. She woke momentarily and looked at him.

"Well done Sir Mirdian ..." and then she saw Lady Carnimiriel there beside her before she passed out again. She went into a deep dream of Orcs on horse back and all of them carrying huge mace-like weapons. And then she saw what she deemed to be the leader. He was laughing at her. It was a hideous sound and yet, she knew that there was danger ahead for her and anyone with her. Great danger! She tried to alert the others but she could not see them through the black acrid smoke that was surrounding her. Suddenly, she was hit from behind but not injured because of her mail and she turned to see that there were a few Orcs on foot. They had swords and were attacking her. She felt a blow to her head from one of the mace's and then the blood started flowing into her hair and down her neck. She woke with a start.

"Ouch, what are you doing to me?!" Idril said as she tried to rise but didn't make it very far. "ohhhh. Lady Miriel, How is Mirdian? He was injured, is he ok?"

'Yes Idril, he will be fine. He came out of the fight in much better condition than did you. Lay still and let me get this blood out of your hair.'

"Oh that hurts. I am not feeling to well and very dizzy. I had a dream or vision of some kind that I should tell to Lord Elbren ..."

'In time Idril, in time' said Lady Miriel as she worked and watched Idril as she lost conscience again.

Mirdain stayed by Idril's side as she was treated, though she was not aware he was there at first. For a brief time, Elbren came over to watch, and Mirdain said to him, She sacrificed so much, using her magic to protect until her body could not take it anymore. I can't help but wonder what this all means. Idril and I were so careful not be seen. Yet they orcs must've spotted us even before we spotted them, even given the naturally advanced eyesight of the elven people. I still can't figure our exactly how that was accomplished.

Elbren nodded, pondering, and Mirdain continued. Back in Lothlorien, near the exact spot where my home used to be, there is a place where pricless items and artifacts collected by myself and my family over the years are kept. I even buried a good friend of mine there who died long ago. I wonder if I might be allowed to take this shield that we have found there? You know, as a sort of, remembrance of this journey.

Freahelm mounted his horse, and gave Heru the message to give to Elbren. He did not wish to leave the journey, but since the borders of his homeland had been invaded, he must defend it. He would ride to Edoras himself, and if all went well any other orcs would be swiftly destroyed and he could rejoin the company in Mirkwood.

With a quick word of command Blanca burst into a gallop and horse and rider thundered across the lush plains of Rohan toward Edoras. Heru watched his master go until he was out of sight, then turned and went to find Elbren.

Tempest examined Idril's wounds and frowned. The orcs had used poison, but the marks of the weapons were not those usually born by such creatures. "Elbren, I, too, have felt a growing evil in these lands. These orcs fight differently from the ones I...I used to know. This shield may already be in their clutches, though I doubt they would know the value of it. Unless it is not just orcs we face. Do you know nothing of the activities as of late? What say the elves of Mirkwood? How great a number do we face?" she asked with concern.

Elbren shrugged at Tempest, "I know not; Orodreth has more news of this quest than have I. I feel, though, that we should make all haste to Mirkwood, and delay no longer. Freahelm is already making his way to Edoras and Rohan will prepare to defend their borders. We must find a way North with all haste."

She fought the poison that was in her with all the strength that she had. She went into a deep trance-like state and fought what demons were there. There were many of them but not as many as before when she thought Tuor dead. She had to live to see him again!

She was running a high fever and sweating profusely with the effort of beating it. She felt cool clothes being placed upon her brow and arms but she was not conscience enough to understand the words that were spoken. She remembered another time for a moment, when she cared for one with similar wounds and how she and the company she was with held him in the stream of cold running water to bring down his fever. She hoped that Miriel was close and would pick up this thought. She held that thought for only a moment longer before she turned back to her own private battle. Fighting for her life like she had not done before. She stayed concentrated on this battle, more of wills than of weapons, and every so often she would speak a word to let the others know that she still lived. She knew that she must awaken, if only to share the little she knew with Elbren.

....The patrol out of Lorien tread warily through the maze of trees that comprised Southern Mirkwood. They were in pursuit of what appeared to be a single orc whose tracks they had become aware of as they made thier monthly trek around the ruins of the ancient fortress of the dreaded Dol Guldur. They were a small company,seven in all,each arrayed in the manner of thier people, lightly attired,armed with bows and shortblades. As they drew within a league of the ominous ruins the leader heeld up his hand to halt, almost as if he sensed something unusual and needed his full concentration to channel his keen senses...

.....It happened in an instant,out of the twisted trees dark shafted arrows flew from every direction cutting the leader down in his tracks. The rest of the company barely had time to realize what was happening before the orcs swarmed out of the trees and were upon them. The elves fought valiantly but were overpowered by shear numbers. It was over quickly. The orcs made swift work of the remains and receded back into the trees, back in the direction of Dol Guldur...

....A decision concerning Idril had to be made. With each passing second Orodreth felt a feeling of impending doom weighing down upon the company like a stone. Elbren wished to travel to Lorien first, but Orodreth felt the need to head straight for the forest of southern Mirkwood. He would abide by the Guild Master's decision but felt that the company needed to be away post haste.......

Elbren waited in the great room of Freahelm's house while Idril was attended to by Carnimiriel. He knew that time was of the essence, and so he finally sought out Orodreth.

"Brother, I am going to make a decision, whether for good or ill, I cannot say as yet, but time is not a luxury that we have," Elbren began.

"Is it ever?" Orodreth grinned, though he was serious.

"No," Elbren shook his head, "I'm going to summon my friends of the Eagles and ask if they will bear my children to Lothlorien for me. Then, we must make all haste to Mirkwood. I am going to ask that Miriel accompany us since it is unsure whether or not Idril will be able to travel. Are you agreed to this?"

Orodreth nodded, "I am and I will go and make sure that preparations are underway."

Elbren then to Carnimiriel and discussed the matters with her; finally, he went outdoors and entered into a deep meditation, calling upon the Eagles to lend them aid.

Within a few hours, two Great Eagles had landed upon the plains and Elbren and Miriel had ridden out to meet them with the children. With promises to see them very soon, the twins and Galadhon were placed upon the shoulders of the Great Eagles.

"I want to go with you!" Galadhon pouted as Elbren made sure that he was secure.

"It's your job to make sure that you and the twins make it home," Elbren instructed, "you are in charge, Galadhon. I am entrusting all of this to you...all that I love most in the world," Elbren tousled the boy's hair, "get the house cleaned up, tell Grandmother that we will be home soon, and make sure that the twins behave, okay?"

Galadhon reluctantly nodded.

Elbren then stepped back and walked to the twins, who were being secured into a saddle of sorts upon the other Eagles' back. He kissed them farewell and told them to mind their grandmother.

The Eagles then lifted into the air and flew away North; Elbren put his arm around Miriel and pulled her close.

"They'll be fine, it's a short flight for them to our home," Elbren said, "they'll be in their own beds tonight and perhaps by the next Moon or the next, we will be there with them."

With that, Miriel and Elbren returned to Freahelm's house where the others were ready to ride.

"We must make all haste," Elbren announced, "let us ride!"

Mirdain gave Idril his best wishes for recovery, then strapped the new-found magic shield across his back, that which he, and especially Idril, had given up so much for. He then qucikly prepared to ride with the others.

Idril was suddenly awakened by a noise that she could not place. She was unsure for several moments where she even was at and what had happened to her. She tried to sit up and at the first try, she became dizzy and could not rise. But she succeeded in sitting up on her second try. She reached up to her aching head to feel a small bandage placed there. She was trying to remember what had happened ... as it slowly came back to her. Suddenly she had a great need to see and speak with Elbren as all her thoughts and what happened came back to her, all to clearly. She needed to find Elbren!

She took it slow and as easy as she could, but she got to her feet and stood, without to much dizzyness, and she made her way to and out the door to the hallway. She could hear alot of commotion going on and she worked her way in the direction of the noise. She must look a site! For some reason she was aware of her hair being in a braid yet she couldn't remember braiding it. As her head began to clear, yet throbbed, she worked her way towards the sounds in hopes of finding and speaking with Elbren. Suddenly she came upon the foyer where several of the Knights were ready as if for war. They stared at her as she stared back.

"Lord Elbren ... where ... is he ... quickly? I ... must speak ... " and she slowly started sliding down the wall. Several of the Knights moved as to help her but Mirdain was suddenly there, beside her, helping her to sit on the bench near her.

Tempest frowned at Idril's fevered state, yet she felt the urgency in the woman's voice. Quickly she went to find Elbren, who was busy with final preparations for their departure. "Lord Elbren! Idril has awakened and calls incessantly for you. I fear she has grave news to relay to you, that you must hear before we depart."

Mirdain did not at first see Idril rush out of the tent, flustered and nervous. As she did, Erinhue directed his attention to what was going on. Mirdain immediately leapt from his horse and ran up to Idril, grabbing hold of her to steady her. What is your urgent news Idril? You seem frightened. Is there anything I can do?

Carnimiriel stayed by Idril's side and bathed her wound in cool water, using Runya to help draw out the poison, while others went in search of Elbren.

She had felt relieved once the children were safely on their way to Lothlorien, realizing that much of what had troubled her was fear for their safety. But now something was clearly amiss. Once Elbren had come back from where he was making final preparations for the journey, and several of the other knights had entered as well, Idril told of her vision of orcs on horseback carrying maces.

"Are you sure they were on horseback?" Elbren asked, frowning.

"How could any horse allow himself to be ridden by such a creature?" Freahelm interjected, clearly full of disgust at the thought.

The company made ready to depart immediately. Carnimiriel left her horse Rohsil in the care of Freahelm's groom, selecting a horse of Rohan for the journey. Rohsil had carried her through many battles and adventures and she was reluctant to part with him, but he was getting old and she knew he would not be as swift as the stallion she now mounted. Thanking Freahelm for the use of this magnificent animal, she transferred her saddlebags to her new mount, whom she named Glosgil for the star-shaped blaze on his forehead and his noble bearing.

Elbren looked with concern as Idril attempted to mount her horse; but, the Mithril Knight had refused to be left behind. With a few draughts of miruvor she was a bit more steady on her feet and with a healthy dose of stubbornness, she made ready to ride with her fellow Knights.

They rode hard and crossed the Entwash just after their noon meal, which was eaten quickly. They had scouts ahead and behind them, as they each took turns riding this duty, but as of yet, they were neither pursued or set to meet any of the enemy. Elbren turned them hard North and just as the sun set that day, they made a hasty camp at the edge of Fangorn.

Elbren did not sleep well, for the memories of this place were not all pleasant. He and Tempest seemed especially awkward around each other that night, but neither spoke of the past; those that knew of their first meeting understood that their relationship had changed, and that the past was left where it belonged.

Well before dawn, they arose and crossed the Limlight. Pushing their mounts, they then came upon the Great Anduin. Lorien lay to the North and Mirkwood across the river. Elbren called a halt.

"I would like to get news from the Anduin Guard of my people, if no one objects, and then we can cross the river near the Citadel. We can replenish our supplies as well."

The party was agreeable and so Elbren led them North where they crossed the Nimrodel as it exited the Southern borders of the Golden Wood, and they followed the Eastern edge of Lothlorien, with the Great River on their right. In the late afternoon, they came upon the first Anduin Guard felt, where they rested and ate. Elbren sent word of their mission to Caras Galadhon and requested that supplies be sent to the Anduin Citadel by nightfall.

The Knights then set out again and as the sun began to set, they reached the great flet that was called the Anduin Citadel. It lay across the river from the ruins of Dol Guldur, and there the Knights found shelter, food, and safety, at least for the night...

Idril was not sure how she was able to stay with the Knights but she was determined to not be left behind. She knew that a time would come that her veil would be needed. So she had ridden with the group of Knights against all susgestions that she remain behind and regain her strength. She had done her best to remain quiet and to conserve all her strength, she had put herself in a trance-like state while riding. She came 'out' of her state when they stopped but not fully, as it was healing her, and to keep herself strong, she kept to herself and seemed stand-offish to all the others. She ate her lembas cake's and drank the water and miruvor that Elbren or Carnimiriel offered her with weak smiles. She carefully cared for her hair as her head wound healed to be sure that her veil would be available if and when needed. She had washed her hair in the river and now sat finger combing it before she lay down to rest. It was good to be safe at the Citadel.

She sat watching the sunset and listening to all the sounds that were around the flet as she lay drifting off to sleep.

Supplies arrived from Caras Galadhon during the night while Elbren and Carnimiriel sat awake and discussed how Lothlorien should prepare for the possible orc attacks. Elbren ordered a regiment from the Anduin Guard to scout around Dol Guldur and, if necessary, launch an attack to clear up any enemy buildup that might be taking place in the fortress ruins.

"We must make our way with all haste to Mirkwood," Elbren told Miriel and the other Knights, "our mission, I think, is to retrieve Norod, and as quickly as we can."

The Anduin Guard regiment set out about an hour before the Knights and had left barges for them to use to cross the River. The horses were somewhat nervous for the crossing, but they responded well to the soothing words of the Knights. As the sun began to rise, the Knights were mounted, freshly supplied, and heading North to find the road that led North and East to Halls of Thranduil...

Mirdain was sad to once again leave his old home of Lorien. It was good to meet a few friends he hadn't seen in awhile though. Upon receiving assurances that his home and his family's treasures would be protected, he finally continued on with the other nights.

Mirdain had decide to bear the new shield Elbren had called High Tongue of the Noldor with him, possibly using it to aid their mission while discovering what powers it posessed. While pondering the matter, he stayed close the center of the barge with his horse, wary of swift rivers much as the animal was.

...The knights entered the south western fringes of the great forest just as dawn broke. The morning light cast an strange pall over the company as it filtered in from the canopy of tall trees that comprised southern Mirkwood. They traveled in a column of pairs, Elbren and Orodreth took the point followed by Tempest and Erinhue, Mirdain and Idril with Hellazar and Carmineal in the vanguard. They moved cautiously with weapons at the ready, each noise being percieved as a potential threat. There were signs of recent activity everywhere. Trees had been forrested and the unmistakeable prints of orc-crafted footwear was everywhere. Orodreth found the brazen enemy activity very disturbing and wondered why the forces of Mirkwood were not in evidence. As they came to a clearing Elbren called for a halt.

Tension was thick in the air and they all felt as if many unseen eyes were now upon them.............

Tempest found the atmosphere oppressive to the point that she stumbled slightly as the party moved silently through the trees. Erinhue looked at her with concern and was about to ask her if she was all right when Elbren and Orodreth stopped in front of them and everyone froze. Silence surrounded them, not broken by the stirring of leaves or birds. Yet, they felt that they were not alone either.

Orodreth looked at her. "You feel it more than all of us. What is it?"

"Not orcs," she answered softly. "But the trees are no longer friendly. There are spies abroad." A rustling in a nearby tree and the flash of black feathers confirmed her statement.

"Even the very birds are evil here," Erinhue whispered.

"But where are the elves?" Elbren asked, voicing the question that nagged on all their minds. They looked at each other and kept moving, pressing on in a state of anxiety for their friends who used to roam this silent wood.

Idril also had felt the heaviness of the air and surrounding areas. She quietly rode up to Elbren's side and just looked at him, sending a silent question into his mind.

"Lord Elbren, I believe that it is time that we try to use my gift.

I am stronger and offer 'The Veil of Idril' for a covering protection for us all from the prying eyes and unseen foes that seem to be all around us."

Elbren slowed and looked at her with a nod. Idril then rode back towards Mirdain, silently moving her head to the side indicating that if he desired to follow her, to do so now. She then took her place as rear-guard for the company of Knights and loosened her floor length hair, shaking it completely free, running her hands through it as she whispered an old Sindarin chant of protection. As she finished, she nodded to Elbren for him to continue to lead them on. The company continued on but most of the Knights were unsure of her 'veils' strength or what it could really do.

To the eyes that watched the group of Knights they saw them go over a hill .....

.... and disappear completely!

"We will continue East," Elbren said after sitting in silent thought for a moment, "we will leave the trees of Mirkwood and then turn North sharply once we reach the grassy plains."

A silence permeated the Knights as Mirkwood seemed to take on an even more intense foreboding. Elbren caught movement out of the corner of his eye; later, he would swear that he had seen a tree moving, and it hadn't been a movement in response to the wind. There was no wind. There was only thick, oppressive and humid heat.

"How much is known about the grassy plains East of Mirkwood?" Orodreth asked.

"About as much as we know about the untrodden paths of Mirkwood," Elbren muttered. "I'm not too keen on cutting through Mirkwood all the way to Thranduil's Halls. Too many fell beasts and--"

"Spiders," Carnimiriel muttered.

Tempest, Elbren, Erinhue, and Carnimiriel all shuddered at memories of the abomination called Ungoliant; the creature that they had all faced only a few years before.

"Yes," Elbren sighed, "spiders. So, let's press on..." He cast a knowing glance at Idril. He heeled Erelas to ride back to the Lady Knight. "I know that you are allowing us to pass unnoticed to seeing eyes, but our smells, and especially the smells of the horses, will still alert any predators. Once we are free of the trees, drop the veil and rest."

The company moved out and though they pressed hard, the going was terribly slow. Elbren became annoyed as their pace slowed as the forest became thicker; it seemed as if Mirkwood would not surrender them easily to the East.

Finally, though he had hoped for a night on the plains, it became apparent that they would have to camp within Mirkwood itself. Elbren called a halt and hasty preparations were made for camp. No one wandered far from the campsite and a guard of no less than three was set for the night watches. As the moon rose, though, and the deep night began, it was obvious that no one would be sleeping. Instead, the Knights determined to set vigil together; no one wanted to dream the darkness of Mirkwood.

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Erinhue was telling an old folktake from Belfalas when the darkness fell upon them. It seeped in from the forest, floating in just above the ground like a black fog, and was twisting and twirling around their feet and ankles before they understood that some enchantment was taking place. Elbren cried out something unintelligible; it seemed that everything was moving in slow motion. As the darkness rose higher and their lower bodies disappeared into the thick mist, a sleep came upon them that was irresistible. Elbren was one of the first to succumb, stumbling even as he reached for his Mithril Cloak.

He immediately began dreaming of a golden fortress, shining upon the horizon, and he began to run towards it eagerly. There was a long and curving bridge that led up to the fortress; but, it was only when Elbren was actually upon the bridge and sprinting for the gate that be began to think that something was odd. It didn't take long for him to realize that indeed something was wrong. As he reached the gate, the fortress came to life as a huge, golden dragon. It loomed before him and opened its mouth, revealing row upon row of razor sharp teeth. In one swift motion, the dragon snapped its head down and broke Elbren in half with its powerful jaws.

Elbren was not dead, though, and he felt every sensation of the dragon's chewing and finally swallowing him.

I am dreaming, or, at least, I am under enchantment, and this is how my body is interpreting what's happening to me. The others must be here as well...but where are we? Who or what is doing this? Where did it take us and how long have we been here?

....Orodreth's last waking thought was one of dismay.He watched Elbren stumble, as they had both stood to try to escape the evil mist that had so quickly enveloped them, turning frantically to his left he saw Idril and the Bard both slump to the ground and then...darkness.Conciousness of a sort slowly returned and he found himself floating in a raft at sea, wind and waves battering the small craft as he clung tightly to the makeshift rigging. The tiny vessel dipped into the base of a very low trough and Orodreth watched transfixed as a swell of enormous proportions bore down upon him. It struch with all the fury of Osse, and he was hurled violently into the raging sea. The raft had disentigrated and slowly he was sucked under the raging swell. He felt his body ingest great quantities of ocean water, feeling the agony of asphyxiation,sinking slowly into the depths,yet...he lived. Where were his brethren? How was this possible?........

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...The fire crackled ominously,itself a creature of evil, a lesser spirit reveling in the pain that its foul smoke wrought upon the horrid creatures of light. Another twig was added to fuel the putrid vapor that wound itself in serpentine form through the clearing and into the tree choked ravine below. Hands moved in subtle gestures over the flame and barely audible incantations could be discerned as the dark blight was brought forth.

He had waited centuries, biding his time in the far reaches of the north, building his forces and watching. He had seen Sauron rise, then fall and rise again, only to be destroyed utterly. He watched the slow decline of the Eldar, thier slow and pathetic retreat back over the sea. He also witnnessed the passing of the Wise. Olorin was gone, Curunir perished, brought down through the mechanisms of his own greed. Of Radagast he thought little. His own brother had retreated back to Aman, yet he remained. Many had wondered what had become of him, he of the ancient order of the Istari, an order he had forsaken even before Curunir, and soon ,very soon, that question would be answered. He was Pollondo, once named the Blue wizard, and darkness ruled his heart........

Mirdain also felt the strange effects of slipping out of consciousness, then once again coming back. He witnessed scenes from previous adventures, scenes of friends and family dying and in pain. Then he was suddenly in a city, a city that seemed devoid of life. Frozen bodies littered the ground. He knew this place. It was a place he had been to while tracking and evil dragon, during another one of the major chapters of his life. Only this time, things were somewhat different. He didn't have any friends with him. As he walked around, touching things, everything turned instantly to ice. This seemed to continue until nearly the whole city was frozen solid. Then he felt himself go stiff and a biting chill take hold. He should have frozen to death, but instead continued to feel the agonizing effects of extreme cold.

As the darkness descended more heavily, Elbren reached out with all that he had, his mind focused upon raising his consciousness and tearing out of the cocoon that they were all, apparently, woven into. What was doing this? He sensed nothing...but, yet...yes, there was something else there...he had to wake!

Elbereth! Help us!his mind cried out.

The darkness, as soon as his mind echoed with the name of Elbereth, clanged like a hammer on iron, and a piercing cry, like some creature in pain, became deafening. Some semblance of consciousness came to Elbren then, and he was able to open his eyes and look around him.

He saw some of the Knights sprawled upon the ground, some stumbling in a black fog, while others were holding their heads as if in pain. His own head was throbbing and a nausea was rising up into his throat. He managed to crawl to his left and retrieve his Mithril Cloak, throwing it across his shoulder and slowly drawing up the hood. As soon as he had done this, the magic of the Runes and Tengwar began to filter out the dark spell and his head began to clear at once.

Standing up, he walked to each Knight, found their Cloaks, and placed them upon their shoulders and drew up their hoods. Slowly, the Knights broke free of the dark spell.

However, he did not have a Cloak for Carnimiriel. She sat as if in trance, and as he drew closer to her, he could sense that she was using Runya to counteract the spell that now surrounded their campsite. Elbren went back to their fire and built it up. He went to his backpack and retrieved a bag of herbs that contained thistle, rosemary, white oak, birch, and dewberry resin. He tossed the herbs upon the fire and hoped that they might create some sort of barrier around the campsite...

"What evil is this?" Tempest asked, wincing in pain even after Elbren had slipped her cloak about her. While the others had dreamed of terrible sights they had beheld, she had seen only the violence done by her own hand, the terrible darkness she was still trying to free herself from.

What frightened her now was that she could not recognize this new evil. It was a strange power, made stranger by the fact that it seemed very old, like something out of the earth and yet not part of it.

"Will she be all right?" she asked, pointing toward Carnamiriel, but her words were cut short as Elbren uttered a slight cry of surprise. He had thrown a some herbs on the fire and from the burning embers there suddenly rushed three black serpents intent on escape. Erinhue promptly killed one of them, but the other two disappeared into the brush.

"Serpents that don't burn, fog that causes madness, and Mirkwood without any elves. We're not off to a good start," Tempest said grimly.

Elemmire stopped for the night at the southern edge of the Hithaeglir, near to the Fords of Isen. She was worn out from the day's hard ride, but though the stars were well out before she had stopped, her journey would continue as soon as there was a hint of light in the east, for the news was urgent: orcs rallying in northern Mirkwood.

She had heard of this only days ago at the Mithril Knight's house: all of her fellow knights were heading north to stop whatever was happening, and she was following as fast as her horse could carry her.

It seemed to take forever for Carnimiriel to shake off the evil dream. She shuddered, not wanting to remember her pain at the hands of Khamul, her old enemy, but no, it had been a dream. Or enchantment. She could almost taste the enchantment in the air.

With all her strength she used Runya to try to return to the present, and though she managed to open her eyes and was able to see the Knights around her, it was a while before she could speak.

Noticing Tempest looking at her with concern, she was brought back to the nagging questions she had had about the woman from Mordor ever since they had begun this journey. She knew that Elbren trusted Tempest, and she trusted his judgement. But Carnimiriel had breathed a sigh of relief when her young nephew Galadhon had been borne away by one of the great eagles before his sharp mind put things together and begun to suspect the role she played in his father's death.

And what of her child? Miriel remembered helping heal Tempest's son that terrible time in Barad Dur, and several times had almost asked how he was, but something stopped her. She had touched the mind of this child and felt incredible power and strength, but she knew that Tempest was very touchy about her child and she did not want to pry.

The child had been used by Alatar, before the evil wizard was destroyed...

Suddenly, she recognized the feeling of enchantment she felt in the air. Snapping to her senses, she gripped Elbren's shoulder and whispered, "Istari? No, it can't be!"

Elbren's eyes narrowed as Carnimiriel spoke the words "Istari". He looked around at the other Knights; indeed, they had heard his wife's declaration.

"Are you sure?" Elbren asked, though he knew that Miriel's intuition was seldom wrong.

In response, Carnimiriel nodded, her eyes filled with dread.

"Istari..." Elbren whispered, gathering his Cloak around him more closely, fending off a chill that seemed to be all around them.

"How could that be?" voiced one of the Knights. "Gandalf has sailed; Saruman is dead; Alatar perished in Barad-dur as the Phial of Giliath Londe struck him down...Radagast would never use such energy against us..."

Elbren nodded, beginning to pace the campsite, "No, Radagast would not do this; he has long been a friend to the Guild and though I would not be surprised to meet him during our journey through Mirkwood, he would never attack us such as this."

The unspoken name fell upon the company like a thunderbolt.

"Tis either Morinehtar or Romestamo," Elbren muttered, using the Elvish Quenya names for the Blue Wizards, "Darkness-slayer or East-helper."

"But, Morinehtar....Alatar was destroyed by the Phial," Carnimiriel protested.

"So we thought...and so I believe," Elbren replied, seeming to make up his mind about something. "Which leaves Romestamo or Pallando. If this is true, then our situation is much more urgent and grim than we had originally thought. If Pallando knows of Norod...or learns of it, he will want such a powerful talisman. We must make all haste to Mirkwood and consult with Thranduil and his advisors. We may have the makings of a war..."

Elbren encouraged the Knights to break camp and ride with all haste to the North. By the sun's rise, the company was galloping North, a new feeling of urgency upon them and their task.

I hope that Freahelm's message to Eomer was enough to muster the forces of Rohan Elbren thought as Erelas's hooves thundered beneath him and what I would give for the Dark Knight to be with us and have his knowledge of what we might be facing...

"When should we reach the Halls of Thranduil?"

Elbren turned to his fellow Knight to answer the question, "With brief rests, we should be in his Halls by the second sunset that we see..."

Elbren turned the Knights hard to the North and the Rohirrim horses were able to keep a furious pace with few rests. Erelas, a proud mearas urged his fellow horses on with his untiring gait; and the horses of Sir Freahelm responded valiantly.

They rode the entire day, pausing for dinner and a brief respite, and then Elbren had them going again, Mirkwood now on their left and the River Running on their right. The company saw a night of brilliant stars above them as they found where the Old Forest Road exited into the East, and with that sign of encouragement, the Knights only rested for a short while at dawn. They crossed the Enchanted River where it gurgled into the River Running, and then set out again, knowing that Thranduil's Halls were within a few hours' ride.

However, when they reached the triangle formed by Esgaroth to the East, Mirkwood to the West, and the Forest River to the North, they began to see the signs of orcs: burnt trees, ripped grasses, trampled underbrush...and then finally, bodies.

Bodies of Mirkwood Elves. Bodies of Men. Bodies of Dwarves. Bodies of Orcs. Bodies of Wargs.

"It seems that Thranduil and his neighbors are already at war," Elbren said, standing up from where he had been examining the remains of a skirmish in the grasses. "The battle took place probably two days ago," he continued, his eyes now turning North, "and it's my guess that the orcs are somewhere between us and Thranduil's Halls."

Elbren mounted Erelas again and the company set out, more slowly and warily, weapons at the ready and scouts riding slightly ahead and behind.

"Orcs ahead," Tempest returned breathless from riding point scout. "Maybe 20 or so. They have an encampment and it sounded like they're expecting reinforcements."

Elbren nodded, "How far ahead?"

"Over that rise, very close."

The Knights quickly formed into an offensive unit, discussing quick tactics and who would wield sword, axe, and bow.

"We'll have to fight our way to Thranduil, it appears," Elbren said as he notched an arrow.

"Have you considered," Carnimiriel said, clearing her throat slightly, "that the orcs may have...overrun Thranduil?"

Elbren paused at that. "It looks like he's received aid from Esgaroth--"

"Or," Miriel interrupted, "those Men and Dwarves we saw were just travellers who were on their way to or from the Old Forest Road. Travellers who ran into unexpected trouble."

"True," Elbren mused. What if Thranduil's Halls had been overrun? What if they fought their way into Mirkwood and found that there was no shelter awaiting them?

Well, either way, they had to find out.

"Keep Runya ready for us," Elbren finally said. "Let's move, stay together at all costs and keep moving North and East. There's a bridge across the Forest River that is guarded by the Mirkwood Elves. If we find that bridge held against us, then we must fight our way past that as well. If not, we will find aid there as Thranduil keeps a garrison there. Are we ready?"

The Knights indicated that they were, and so they rode towards the encamped orcs...

Tempest rode in silence, though inside she was shaken more than she cared to show. The orcs she had observed seemed organized and well-trained, even the wounds upon their victims had been precise, not like the usual slashing and smashing mostly associated with such creatures.

They rode swiftly toward the bridge with sinking hearts and Tempest's horse swerved to the side as the first arrows sang above their heads. "They've seen us! Here they come!" she shouted to the others, taking up her shield and unsheathing her sword.

Mirdain's crystal flared brightly as the orcs approached. He quickly drew his bow, but saw that it would be difficult to get a clear shot with the trees all around. Then a plan came him. Relaxing and putting himself in a state of deep concentration, he chanelled the power of the crystal. The evil orcs became more clear to his eyes, and whited fire flared arround the drawn arrow, though it did not burn him. Releasing the arrow, Mirdain felled the first orc in a bolt of light. Immediately afterward, a fresh shower of orc arrows came raining down at him, and he had to quickly take cover.

The arrows began to rain down as the Knights thundered towards the orc encampment. Elbren could tell immediately that these were not renegade orcs or desperate outlaw orcs from the Misty Mountains or from the Grey Mountains. No, the orcs, to Elbren's amazement, formed into rows of archers and then from behind the archers, orc foot soldiers with very impressive equipment and armor marched out to meet the Knights in battle.

Elbren was awestruck at the sight and in disbelief. These orcs were trained soldiers with new, deadly equipment; not the rusty axes and rotting leather that were so indicative of the 4th Age renegade orcs that roamed Northern Middle Earth. The Southern orcs were different, of course, still very much "bound" to the memory of Sauron and Sauron's discipline. But not the Northern tribes...not until now.

The Mithril Knights fought valiantly, their battle techniques from horseback giving them the advantage in the skirmish, but the Knights were outnumbered and the arrows constantly hammered into them, though their Mithril armor turned the projectiles aside harmlessly.

That was when the reinforcements for the orcs arrived and things looked grim indeed. However, within moments, a battle group of Mirkwood Elves burst forth from the forest and joined into the fray. The Mithril Knights cheered and were heartened to see some of Thranduil's folk, not only alive, but coming to their aid. The orcs were now the outnumbered group, and to Elbren's surprise, the orcs formed an organised retreat and actually held the Elves and Knights back while the majority of their forces were able to make their escape to the East.

A breathless and amazed Elbren greeted the Mirkwood Elves with thanks and delight in seeing them. The Mirkwood Elves, in turn, were doubly glad to see the Knights and, after leaving a few of their warriors to search the orcs, they led the Knights to the bridge.

Besides a few scratches and bruises, the Knights were unhurt, so they only paused briefly enough for the Mirkwood Elves to dispatch messengers to Thranduil and choose two of their own to guide the Knights to the hidden Halls. Within the hour, the Knights were being guided through hidden trails to Thranduil's refuge...

Idril had ridden as rear-guard trying to keep the veil up but with her recent injuries and the hard journey, she had failed to protect them for long. So as they came out of the battle, she re-braided her hair and placed her sword's sheath at her side instead of her usual hiding place.

She was still in shock from the site of the mounted and well trained orcs that had assaulted them. She had been side by side with another Knight for sometime until out of need, they had seperated, taking out many orcs as had the other Knights. When there arose a shout and suddenly coming to their aid was the Mirkwood Elves, the Mithril Knights fought with renewed strength. The fact that there was no worse injury than bruises and scratches amazed them all. She shook her head to clear her mind and to focus on what would be required of her in the future.

They were on their way to Thranduil's hidden refuge, going through think bushes and on what looked to be an old trail with little use. She would be glad to reach the refuge of Thranduil as she was thoroughly exhausted and needed rest. But then so did all her fellow Knights after such a battle. She looked back at Mirdain to see how he was fairing.

Mirdain killed 14 orcs in the battle.

Lucky number, he thought to himself. Indeed he was lucky. An arrow had grazed his ear, leaving a small gash. His shield turned out to be incredibly strong. A heavy orc mace had been brought down full force on him. Raising his shield up, he had deflected the blow, and amazingly it did not break. His arm had a deep bruise. Glancing at Idril, he continued to follow the others swiftly and silently through the forest.

The fire of battle still coursing threw his veins, Orodreth whisked along with the others through the tangled maze of trees that led them to the entrance of the halls of the Sylvan elves. As they made their way through the elven stronghold, the signs of a besieged people were everywhere. Wounded elves, some in slings yet others bearing bloody bandages lined the tree shrouded paths, grim looking yet with a look of resolve; their city stood fast, and the appearance of the Mithril Knights brought them a reason to cheer.

The Knights were led to the main entrance of the Wood Elves' abode. Elbren's mood was grim now that he had seen that the Wood Elves were indeed under attack and suffering from the Northern Orcs. Their resolve, though, was strong, and though they saw wounded and signs of war, the Knights also saw courage and honour.

They came to a bridge where they dismounted wearily. This was the bridge that led across the river to the king's doors. The water flowed dark and swift and strong beneath; and at the far end were gates before the mouth of a huge cave that ran into the side of a steep slope covered with trees. There the great beeches came right down to the bank, till their feet were in the stream.

Guards came out and escorted the Knights into the caves; Thranduil, they were told, was anxious to meet with them. Inside, the passages were lit with red torch-light, but the elf-guards did not sing as they had before on Elbren's visits to Mirkwood, but instead they marched silently along the twisting, crossing, and echoing paths. These were small passages, not so very deep underground, and filled with clean fresh air. Finally, they emerged into a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone and there sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood.

Elbren approached first and bowed low and the other Mithril Knights followed suit. Thranduil stood at once and insisted that they all "cease this immediately", saying that the Knights "were welcome in their hour of need and a delight to cast his gaze upon".

Thranduil, in Elbren's eyes, was majestic and regal. As was the custom of the Wood Elves, on Thranduil's head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.

The Knights were brought carven chairs in which to sit and a board was placed before them all. Very soon, wine, meats, berries, breads, cheeses....a feast was placed before them and Thranduil insisted that they eat their fill and be refreshed before he would speak of the war.

The Great Hall was kept surprisingly quiet, but there was a definitive air of readiness which Elbren sensed. It was during their meal that Thranduil's son, Prince Legolas, entered the Hall. Following after him was none other than the Dwarf from the famous Fellowship, Gimli, son of Gloin.

Elbren had not seen Legolas or Gimli in several years; not, in fact, since after Arwen and Elessar's wedding when Elbren and Carnimiriel had traveled to Gondor with Galadriel and Celeborn for the festivities.

I should not be surprised, though, thought Elbren, Mirkwood is clearly under attack and why wouldn't Legolas come to his father's aid?

When the Knights had eaten their fill, the board was cleared away and Thranduil began to speak.

"I am glad that you have come, and my thanks to Lord Orodreth for bringing the news of our situation to the Mithril Knights. I understand that all of you have ridden very far from the South to come and lend us your aid and wisdom. For this, the Wood Elf folk shall rejoice even as we strengthen the age-old bonds between my folk and the Guild," he began.

"That bond is ancient and strong, King Thranduil," Elbren replied, "and shall remain so."

Thranduil nodded and then gestured towards Legolas and Gimli, "My son, Legolas, whom some of you know, was in Erebor with his companion Gimli when he heard of the attacks. He has also come to lend his aid and Gimli assures me that the Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain shall stand with us."

Gimli nodded as Legolas bowed to the Knights in greeting. A silence then settled upon the Hall.

"M'lord," Elbren began, glancing over at Carnimiriel, "we believe that the orcs are being empowered by a relic that is lending aid to them."

"Lord Orodreth hinted as much when he was last here," Thranduil replied.

"Beyond that, we also encountered orcs not too far South of Lothlorien that were carrying an Elven shield," Elbren gestured for Mirdain to show the shield. "It is carved with runes of power, Tengwar, and the words are in Quenya."

Thranduil frowned at this as he motioned for Mirdain to bring the shield closer, "Quenya, this is seldom spoken or used in the making of things in these parts...at least not in a very long time."

"Indeed, M'lord, but it is my belief that this shield may be a relic as well. Something from Eregion, perhaps even Ost-in-Edhil, perhaps even of Celebrimbor's making," Elbren said.

"And orcs had it?" That was Legolas, who had stood and walked to Thranduil's chair.

"Yes, orcs had it," Elbren confirmed.

"Where would they get such a thing?" Legolas asked, taking the Shield and examining it more closely.

Elbren shrugged, "I know not, but there are more riddles. On our way here, we were attacked near the ruins of Dol Guldur by something very powerful. Something that my wife, Lady Carnimiriel, feels was a Maiar...perhaps an Istari."

Thranduil's gaze, indeed, the gaze of many, fell upon Carnimiriel, who recounted what had happened and what she had felt.

"That is ill news indeed!" Thranduil's voice almost cracked as his hands began to drum upon the arms of his chair. "Istari!!"

"If that is true, M'lord," Elbren continued, "then either this Istari is behind the attacks and use of the relics, or, he has learned that there are powerful relics being found and used, and perhaps he wishes to gather them for his own purposes."

"The orcs?" Thranduil asked.

"No, M'lord, the relics," Elbren replied.

"Was your father not of the Hollin Mirdain?" Legolas asked.

"He was," Elbren answered.

"You would recognise, then, the marks of that Guild? Have you examined this Shield closely?" Legolas held out the shield for Elbren to see.

Elbren took the shield and looked at it again, "I did look at it before, but I saw nothing of the Mirdain upon it. But, the Mirdain were jewelcrafters, they were not the weaponsmiths in Eregion. That was another Guild of craftsmen."

"And what became of all the works of the weaponsmiths' guild after Eregion was burned?"

"Scattered...destroyed...scavenged..." Elbren's face grew dark, "but, some were found by my own people and restored."

"So this shield could have been taken from a dead or wounded Elf?"

"It could have," Elbren agreed.

"Do you think," Thranduil interjected, "that this other relic of which you spoke could be responsible for the power of these orcs?"

"What 'power'?" Elbren asked.

"Oh," Thranduil's eyes flashed, "they fight with a power and a precision that I have never seen before in their kind."

"I would think that the relic would have to be present to invoke any sort of power over the army that it commands, but I am unlearned in such things," Elbren replied.

Thranduil nodded and fell silent. Legolas handed the shield back to Mirdain and sat down again. The crackle of the fire was the only sound.

"What is your counsel?" Thranduil finally said.

"The relic must be recovered," Elbren said firmly. "But we must first learn where it is. As much as we would like to stay and stand with you here, we must push farther North, so thinks Lord Orodreth, and seek for it."

"Farther North?" Thranduil looked surprised. "How much farther?"

"We will venture into the Grey Mountains."

"And look where? That is vast and hard country, Lord Elbren, how can you hope to find what you seek with so little focus?"

"As I said, we must gain more information ere we set out."

"We know less than you do," Thranduil said simply.

"Ah, but the orcs must know something," Elbren replied, "and for that reason, we shall attempt to take prisoners, alive, and put them to the question."

"I see," Thranduil shrugged, "well, with that, we can offer some assistance, for we have plenty of orcs, we just need to get you a few that are still breathing."

The assembled company laughed at that, breaking some of the tension in the room. Finally, Thranduil stood up.

"You shall be my honoured guests while you are here. The Guild House that has been within my caves has been well taken care of by your own members that dwell here and by the traveling Mithril Knights who bless us with their visits. Should you need anything that is not found within your House, you simply need to ask. Please, dine with me tonight and rest, and on the morrow, begin your tasks at hand."

The Mithril Knights bowed and left as Orodreth led them to their Guild House, for he knew the twisting caverns the best. Within a short time, the Knights were within the Guild House, stripping off their armor and weapons, beginning repairs, and looking at supplies.

The Guild House was a large one with many rooms leading off of the main cavern. Each Knight had his or her own bedchamber and the Mirkwood Guild members made sure that the visiting Knights were comfortable and had their every need.

"We will meet in a few hours to discuss our plan," Elbren said, "but we will need a few live orcs and the patience to question them. I'm going to the map room if anyone needs me."

During the much needed dinner, Carnimiriel was glad to get a chance to sit near Legolas and hear his tales of the travels with Gimli he had undertaken since she had seen him last. She couldn't help but wonder, if an Elf and a Dwarf could be such fast friends, would it ever be possible that even some of the more intelligent Yrch could be persuaded to work with the good races and not against them? The orcs under Tempest's command had fought with them against Ungoliant, after all. She shuddered involuntarily, ridding herself of the thought. She reminded herself that orcs were vile creatures, bred only for evil.

Looking around, she noticed that Idril and Mirdain were absorbed in conversation with Gimli, and Orodreth and Elbren seemed to be discussing something with Thranduil. Tempest sat silently, picking at her food as if she wasn't very hungry.

At last dinner was over, and they retired to a small hall where three wounded and ragged looking orcs were brought by Thranduil's guards from the dungeons.

"If you please, sir, I can look into the minds of the orcs while they are questioned and perhaps be able to tell whether they are telling the truth, or reveal some information of which they will not speak." Carnimiriel whispered to Thranduil.

Elbren, near enough to hear this, nodded solemnly. He was well aware of her talent for searching the thoughts of others, something which Galadriel had also done. It always concerned him when she looked into the minds of evil creatures, though, because what she found there had sometimes upset her greatly.

"Who is your master?" Thranduil asked the first orc, whose eyes darted around the room nervously as the guard forced his head up so that he had to face the king as he responded.

"We call 'im Praku. I think he's a man, don' know, never seen him." The orc grunted. "Arshak not know anything. Ask Vrilg."

The orc indicated another orc beside him with a jerk of his head. Vrilg, however, looked dazed and barely conscious.

Thranduil indicated for the guard to hold a knife at Arshak's neck, saying coolly, "Talk, or you die."

"He's telling the truth! That is all he knows about his master. Ask him something else." Carnimiriel whispered.

Miriel turned her attention to Vrilg, and yes, she felt that this orc had more of a sense of what was going on, but it was very difficult to probe his thoughts because the pain he was suffering from his injuries was almost making him lose consciousness. There was something else she sensed from this orc, though, and it wasn't fear.

Almost without realizing she was doing it, she began to probe his body with Runya, sending what healing energy she could. Her initial thought had been to heal him enough she could more easily read his thoughts, but then, with great effort he looked up, and his eyes met hers. He clearly knew where this healing energy came from, and Carnimiriel felt something from him she had never expected to feel from an orc. Vrilg knew she was helping him, and mixed with the loathing he instinctively felt for elves, there was gratitude.

"I want to make sure this orc is healed, I think he knows something." Miriel whispered to Elbren, who nodded.

Tempest was close enough to hear this comment as well.

Of course, Tempest knew more about orcs than anyone there, Carnimiriel thought wryly. She turned to her and asked softly, "You know more about orcs, what do you think?"

Tempest had been watching the proceedings with interest, observing how the orcs answered each question. Suddenly she felt a strange compulsion to speak to them in their own language, in the Black Tongue that she knew almost as well as the fairer speech. She resisted because she was afraid of the affect it would have on the others in the room, and also because she was afraid the orcs would somehow recognize her.

Still, when Carnimiriel finally turned to her and asked for her advice, Tempest could no longer refuse. She stepped to the side of the orc in question and gazed down at him for several moments. "Healing potions don't work the same on orcs as they do on other creatures. Different herbs are usually required, though your power seems to have touched him somehow."

The orc squirmed under her piercing eye until she finally said, "We mean you no harm," in the Black Speech. At this, his mouth dropped open in astonishment and he could barely answer her. "This man, or creature who leads you, I need to find him. I need to speak with him," she told him slowly.

Vrilg looked around at the elves to see if they comprehended what the woman was saying to him, but seeing that they did not speak his language, he answered quickly, "Are you one of us?"

"Yes," she answered softly.

"How do you come to be with them?" he asked, his eyes darting nervously to the others.

"They are my friends."

His eyes narrowed and he said nothing more. Tempest studied him for another moment before saying, "You are not of Mordor. You come from the North."

This surprised him again, and he saw that she knew much of orcs. Yet, something within him cautioned him not to speak, and Tempest was all the more convinced that these were not normal orcs.

She rose and took the others aside, watching Vrilg out of the corner of her eye. "You are correct. He does know something. Given time, I believe he will tell us."

Elemmire rode along the west side of Anduin, speeding towards the northern crossings. The news from Rohan had not been good: orcs. That was never good, but the reports said things that were even more unnerving than that: they were fighting in organized companies. Now, though, the only sound to be heard was her horse's pounding hoofbeats.

Idril felt odd as she heard the black speech that Tempest spoke. She was glad that one of the Mithril Knights could speak it, hopefully finding out more news than Carnimiriel could get out of the ugly orc. She had come to listen to what could be extracted from him. Now she wondered why?

Elbren loathed hearing the Black Speech. He turned away from the dialogue and swallowed hard. Such filthy work. Such filthy creatures. Vile.

"...Elbren."

Elbren turned around to see Carnimiriel looking at him expectantly, and as he gazed towards the orc, he could feel the eyes of the other Knights upon him as well. What had the orc said? He must have not heard Tempest's translation.

"What did he say, M'lady?" Elbren asked Tempest.

"He did not say much, actually, M'Lord," Tempest answered, stepping closer to Elbren and lowering her voice, "but with some hot food, rest, and a bit of courtesy, even if feigned, he might say more. He knows something of their leader."

"I shudder to think what he might request of the kitchens," Elbren whispered hoarsely, but then after flickering his eyes towards Miriel and then back at Tempest, "so it shall be done, then, if you think it best. He shall remain shackled, though, and under guard in the dungeons."

Tempest's eyebrow raised.

"In a comfortable, warm dungeon cell," Elbren hastily added and turned to Thranduil. "Your Majesty, if you will...humour me and the Knights, we would like to try and make an arrangement with this orc."

Thranduil's eyes narrowed, "An 'arrangement', Lord Elbren?"

"Yes," Elbren cleared his throat, "we hope to gain more information from him, once he's rested and eaten."

Thranduil looked at Elbren as if he had grown an additional limb, "There are other ways of extracting information."

Elbren stood silent.

"Very well then," Thranduil gestured to his guards, "follow Lord Elbren and the Mithril Knights' orders for this one." Thranduil gestured to the second orc, "and what of this one?"

"We have no use for him," Elbren said even as Carnimiriel and Tempest both opened their mouths to speak. Elbren looked from his wife to his fellow Knight and then back to Thranduil. "Do with him as you wish, Your Majesty," Elbren paused, "unless anyone objects?"

Tempest glanced at the orc in question and then turned her piercing eyes toward Miriel. She saw no help there, and instead of answering Elbren, Tempest simply sighed and left the room with a darkened countenance.

As she weaved her way through the halls, her anger grew in strides. Why should she be angry at the loss of an orc? She couldn't understand herself sometimes. She shook her head as she tried to block out the orc's face from her mind. Having practically grown up with the foul creatures, Tempest was filled with both revulsion and pity for them. Besides, they had been used by Sauron as she had, and in that way she felt a strange sort of kinship to them, something her other Mithril Knights would never understand.

She closed her eyes and hoped that the Mirkwood elves were not as cruel as others she had met in her travels.

Carnimiriel looked towards the other orc, the one called Arshak. She saw the question in Elbren's eyes.

"Kill him." She said, her voice devoid of emotion.

She had searched the mind of this orc enough to know that he was telling the truth when he said he didn't know anything, and perhaps a quick death would be the most merciful of the options at hand. Though she sensed Tempest's dilemma, she wasn't about to get sentimental over an orc, especially when she had read so many vile thoughts from the minds of such creatures in the information gathering missions she had Elbren had made to Dol Guldur during the War of the Ring.

Thranduil motioned to the guards, who led Arshak away again, but before he left he managed to say something angry which was probably a curse in the Black Speech.

Vrilg was led in a different direction, once Elbren had talked with the guards to explain what he wanted done.

Mirdain and Idril exchanged an incredulous glance, as if they could not believe the orc was to be healed rather than tortured.

Carnimiriel had been hoping that Tempest would help take charge of Vrilg, making sure that he was healed properly, but since Tempest was nowhere in sight, she followed the guards to the chamber where the injured orc was taken. She began using Runya's energy to do what she could, requesting the aid of one of Thranduil's healers.

Trying to master her disgust, she pushed up her sleeves and touched the filthy creature to take his pulse. It seemed rather slow, but then what was normal for an orc? Vrilg lay quietly, but he watched her intently. Though she had reason to believe that this orc could help them if handled properly, something about his gaze unnerved her.

She couldn't help but remember her first encounter with an orc, when she was less skilled with using Runya, and in an attempt to anticipate his actions had inadvertently read thoughts from his mind that were much more detailed than she ever would have wished. That orc had wished to capture her for his own use, but she had managed to defeat him. The memory of his horrid thoughts had haunted her for months, though. But she had been so much more innocent then...

Vrilg did not look at her that way, fortunately, but there was a keen interest in his glance, as if he were sizing her up, wondering why she was helping him and what would be expected in return. For now, he accepted her aid because it helped ease the pain, and he realized that he had little choice anyway. But he had not yet made up his mind whether he would tell these elves and their friends anything.

When Carnimiriel went to the bedchamber that Thranduil had graciously offered to her and Elbren, he was poring over maps of the Grey Mountains. He smiled when she came in and stood up from the desk, reaching to embrace her.

"No, don't touch me now, I stink of orc!" She said, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

Elbren chuckled.

Filling the tub with water and warming it with the energy of Runya, she undressed and scrubbed meticulously, feeling somehow that her contact with the orc had left her filthy.

"If you wash any longer, you're not going to have any skin left!" Elbren called sleepily from the bed.

Carnimiriel knew that she wasn't really as dirty as she probably felt, but washing had made her feel better somehow. She dried herself and slid into bed beside Elbren, whose warm embrace lulled her quickly into sleep.

Orodreth had watched proceedings with interest. While he had no knowledge of the dark tongue he watched in fascination as Tempest was able to wring information out of the vile abomination. He felt devoid of emotion when it came to orcs, they were beneath contempt. As the doomed one was led away, Orodreth turned back towards the main halls to seek out Legolas and get his take on their best course through the Gray Mountains.

Elbren and Carnimiriel both woke very early. They sat quietly by the fire once they had dressed, sipping hot tea, and discussing the situation.

"We have to learn where the leader is based," Elbren was saying, "and where they are getting these artifacts. I don't believe it could be the same location."

Miriel raised an eyebrow, "Where do you think they are getting these artifacts?"

"Well," Elbren said, staring down into his tea mug, "Gil-galad's armor and weapons were taken from the battle field at the Last Alliance, though, if you recall, it is never said openly where either his body or his belongings were taken."

Miriel shrugged and frowned, "That's true, I've always just assumed that they were given to his next of kin."

Elbren nodded and sipped his tea, "Indeed. And over the years, Gil-galad's armor has been safely kept in Imladris, held as a sacred artifact by Elrond. It was not to be worn or used, for Elrond and Cirdan both felt that the metals had absorbed the fury of Sauron as he had dealt to Gil-galad his death blow," Elbren winced a bit, "so the armor and spear were left as they were, bent and broken, in a locked room in the Imladris armory."

"I had no idea," Miriel said quietly, "how odd. It seems to me that Elrond would restore them, at least, from their broken state."

"Elrond was grief-tricken when Gil-galad died; they were extremely close and all of the horrors from those seven years battling at the Dark Tower had taken their toll. Have you noticed that Elrond never carries or touches a weapon or armor?"

Carnimiriel thought for a moment, "No, actually, the times that I've been around him, he's never carried a weapon."

"Right," Elbren nodded, "Elrond swore, as he held Gil-galad's body, that he would never shed blood again, no matter the cost."

"That's a bold oath," Miriel whispered, "when the world was still holding much evil."

"Yes, but he could take no more. He could no more be a part of death," Elbren looked at his wife, "that's why Arwen choosing death over immortality hurt Elrond so much. He did not want to bury anyone else that he loved. That, coupled with his desire and need to see Celebrian, is what made him sail so soon after Arwen's wedding. Many whispered that he should at least have stayed long enough to see his first grandchild."

"I remember those whisperings," Miriel nodded, "I confess that I wondered why he sailed so soon. I still, sometimes, wonder why they all sailed so soon. The fading will take time, even now Lothlorien and Imladris are still beautiful and the energies there still run."

"Though not as strongly as when the Rings of Power dwelled there, joined with them, and held their energy fast and strong," Elbren replied.

"Yes," Miriel sighed, "but, go on, I want to hear your theory, for you obviously have one and you're obviously going to take your time about telling it!"

"Patience!" Elbren teased and grinned, "I'm getting there! So Gil-galad's armor and weapons, including the Shield of Norod, were kept for centuries at Imladris. However, when Elladan and Elrohir were told of the items and shown them, they both wanted to restore them. Elladan wished to carry the shield and Elrohir wanted the spear."

"Elrohir's spear!" Carnimiriel gasped, seeing the beautiful weapon in her mind, "I've always felt that it had been made in Gondolin or perhaps even Valinor, for it is exquisite and its energy is strong!"

"Yes, Elrohir carries the Spear of Gil-galad, Aeglos," Elbren smiled, "Elrond protested the re-forging and restoration of the armor vehemently, but when Gandalf offered to help cleanse the death energies--"

"Gandalf did that? But, of course, it would take a Maiar to do that," Miriel interrupted.

"And he was wearing Narya at that time, so he used the powers of Fire to cleanse it. It was well done, or so tis said, and Elladan had his shield and Elrohir had his spear."

"And the armor?"

"The armor was cleansed, but has not yet been restored," Elbren frowned, "I bargained with Elrond for years, and then pleaded, for him to allow the Guild to take the armor into our armory for safekeeping. He refused and I've not asked Celeborn yet, now that he is Lord of Imladris."

"Will you ask him?"

"I will, yes, especially after all of this--"

"Oh no! I see where you're going with this! If the leader of these orcs has Norod, then it was taken from Elladan! And he would never have given it up unless--"

"Unless he were dead," Elbren's face was grave, "or unable to do anything about it."

"When was the last time that we saw or heard from him? Let me think...it was last Spring when the twins and I were in Imladris and Elladan then rode to Lothlorien to spend the summer...Elrohir was in Gondor with Arwen."

"Yes, and then Elladan was going to ride to Mirkwood and then to Dale for a holiday, and then finally to Erebor to make a proposal to the Dwarves."

"Proposal?"

Elbren nodded, "Elladan wrote to me that there are Dwarves preparing to re-enter Moria and mine Mithril and gems. Elladan wants to re-establish Ost-in-Edhil and support them. I read the letter to you, don't you remember?"

Carnimiriel was stunned, "Well, yes, but I didn't think that he was serious about it. We have no idea what still lurks in Moria!"

"True, but nevertheless, Elladan was headed to Erebor last summer. Thranduil has sent word to Erebor to inquire if he ever made it. Unfortunately, Legolas and Gimli both told me last night that while they were just at the Lonely Mountain, there was no mention of a visit from Elladan."

"He was struck down and the shield taken," Miriel's voice was thick with emotion.

"I fear that may be the truth," Elbren nodded, staring into the fire.

"And how did the other shield become taken? The one that Mirdain carried?"

"That was a shield, from the markings, forged and shaped in Imladris as well. I am guessing that it was carried by a member of Elladan's party."

Miriel drew back as she suddenly saw the images within Elbren's mind, "You fear that they are all dead!"

"I do," Elbren confirmed soberly.

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Elbren went to the Guild House to speak to the other Mithril Knights and tell them of Norod's history since Gil-galad's death. Carnimiriel had wept for awhile after Elbren had told her of his fears, but then they both pushed their fears aside. Elladan might yet live, and if they found Norod's new owner, they might just find Elladan as well.

"Carnimiriel has gone to the dungeon to search the orc's mind," Elbren told his comrades, "and if she cannot find anything useful, then we will attempt torture. Elladan may yet live, as may others in his party, and we must get Norod out of the hands of whomever this is. It might be the Istari that attacked us near Dol Guldur, so we must be prepared for that. The Istari might not have the shield, but he might be after it. Either way, we are probably going to run into him. We will set out in two days."

Elbren pulled out several rolled maps and spread them upon the council room table, "We must learn the Gray Mountains like the back of our hands. I am convinced that our enemy has a fortress here, something permanent, or he would not--"

"Or she," Tempest interjected with an evil grin.

"Or she would not," Elbren looked at Tempest, and then back to the maps, "risk a winter in these mountains. A temporary shelter isn't going to last long here. We need to go through the available texts and maps here and find where some suitable ruins might be."

"A cave would also work," Idril suggested. "Plenty of those, too."

"Yes," Elbren said, "but not to house an entire army. If memory serves, there were Dwarven and Men fortresses built in those mountains long ago. That's what we're looking for."

"I'm going to get the land surveys as well," Idril said, "and take a look at cave structures."

"Aye then, let's get to it," Elbren nodded as he headed to the library in the Guild House.

Once Elemmire had crossed Anduin, she traveled with more secrecy than speed. She was not prepared to meet even a small group of orcs, alone as she was. At night she found a sheltered spot and loosely tied her horse to the trunk of the tree which she climbed into, ready to slip away at the first sign or sound of orcs.

Mirdain sat in the dining hall looking at the shield he carried. Forged in Imladris, what a work of art! It's......amazing, he thought. Mirdain understood quenya, having been educated by his father and Galadriel in the days of his youth. It looked as if newer writing had been enscribed after the old. For the most part, the older writing contained phrases of power and healing, as well as little bits about those who forged it, whose names Mirdain did not immediately recognize. What interest Mirdain most was the newer writing. To the bearer: the shield's power is enhanced and at the same time attracted to the power of its companion, and its companion to it, though to a lesser extent, read the inscription. An excited Mirdain whispered aloud, Hmmm, this could prove to be invaluable information. I wonder what is meant by "its companion". Could be anything I suppose. Better to tell Elbren in any case.

He lost his train of thought though as Idril interrupted him asking for his help in looking over the maps. He replied that he would be glad to help, having traveled the gray mountains a number of times before. He then followed her out of the room.

Idril went to find the maps which took her a little longer than she thought it would. She and Mirdain had to look and look hard for the one's they thought would be of most use to the Knights and that meant going through several archived areas to find what they needed. She had thought that this would be a 'quick go and get the maps' but in actuality it was a 'go search out the map archive room' and that in itself was a chore and a half. After a couple of hours of her and Mirdain going through them carefully, she had what she thought the Knights would need. She wasn't sure if she should bring them all or if she should divide them into groups, so she chose to divide them, bringing only the immediate range and the connecting one's of tunnels and the outlying area's to go through as the Knights needed them.

"I think that we should start with this group." She was referring to a rather large group nearest her she had stacked on the side bench. "And bring along the group to your immediate left. If we get through these then we can come back for the others if they are needed or if Lord Elbren thinks they warrant a look."

With that they neatly stacked the rest of the maps, gathered up their armfuls of the maps that they wanted and headed back to the dining hall to unload them to the long tables that awaited them there. With her first couple maps laid out, all the Knights gathered around looking at the local mountain range. Elbren moved to another map that had caught his immediate attention but lay slightly rolled up. It looked to be of this very hide-out and the connecting tunnels. Idril was glad she had laid it out. "Let us all be mindful of our drinks and the value of these maps, let's all set our drinks aside for the time being."

She walked up to Elbren and said ... "I thought that this would be of keen interest to you. Let me know if you want any others as there were many in the archive room that I set aside. They were not directly connected to these but looked like they might possibly be branches, or even sub-branches, off of some of these that we brought. I have selected these to start with as they are the main one's that you mentioned but the others are easily found as I set them aside ... just in case."

She walked over to grab a drink and sit down for a few minutes while the other Knights gave the maps a good looking over.

Elbren studied the maps for quite some time, making notes on a parchment nearby, and murmuring to himself in low tones. Orodreth looked over at him with questioning eyes. Elbren shrugged and pointed to the Grey Mountains, his quill resting atop Mount Gundabad.

"Birthplace of Durin," Elbren said, "but also fortress of the Northern Orcs. You could almost call it an Orcish Kingdom."

"Almost?" Orodreth asked, scooting his stool over for a closer look.

"I just can't bring myself to ever refer to an orc with any sort of 'royalty' title, 'kingdom' included," Elbren replied. "Even so, this would be an ideal location to wage a war. It's a fortress with a vast series of caves, roads and trails have been made by the Northern Orcs for Ages, and I'm sure they know how to quickly move in this area. They will have a strong advantage on us."

"Carn Dum," Orodreth muttered, moving his finger to the old fortress of the Witch King of Angmar.

Elbren shuddered involuntarily, "That's one place I would rather not ever visit."

"Agreed," Orodreth grinned.

"Interesting, though," Elbren said, his eyes studying the map, "you could establish a supply line from Carn Dum to Gundabar."

"And why do that when Erebor, Dale, and Mirkwood are so much closer to the South?"

"Because you wouldn't want to alert the Elves, Men, and Dwarves that you were building up the fortress for war," Elbren mused, "instead, you would set up a supply chain from Carn Dum, running South to the lands here."

"Fornost? But Elessar is re-establishing the Northern Kingdom, surely--"

"He's establishing them, Brother," Elbren interruptd, "the Northern areas...Weather Hills...Northern Downs...these are still very wild lands. No one ventures that far North these days, not without Ranger escort."

"So you think that this is a major preparation for a large scale war?" Orodreth asked.

"If this were some small, rag-tag band of orcs randomly attacking travelers, they would not have dared to attack Thranduil in open battle. These orcs are bold and purposeful. Remember that they are already as far South as Fangorn; that was probably a scouting party that Idril and Mirdain ran into. These orcs plan to move South while Elessar is busy in Gondor and not yet focusing his army on the North. At the last Council of the Seven Stars, Elessar asked the Men, Elves, and Dwarves of the North to help him protect these lands until he can send supplies and troops to re-establish Arnor."

"And so now the orcs move," Orodreth nodded.

"And I think that they are probably operating from Gundabad...perhaps even Carn Dum, or maybe both," Elbren sighed, "we must meet with Thranduil and send word to Lothlorien, Dale, and Erebor. We must prepare for war and see if we can cut off their supply lines."

 

The Shield of Gil-galad, Part Two