Chapter II- Heading West
October 23rd
The company mounts, a plan of action partly formed. Bidding Elrond farewell the group exits out the courtyard as many elves stand and watch silently. The company makes its way into the valley, and soon the House of Elrond is no longer in sight.
For several hours the group follows the road as it winds through the valleys surrounding Imladris, the weather cool and fine as they ride. They cross the ford of the Loudwater without incident and remaining vigilant follow the East Road westward. To the north the rough wooded wilds of the Trollshaws loom dark, to the south Hollin and Dunland beyond.
Around six in the evening, some ten miles west of the ford, and with dusk settling all around, the party pauses as Haldir notices a path ascending up a steep ridge north of the road( the groups right). The path itself looks to be rather old and well worn, but the surrounding thickets and underbrush look to have been cleared only recently. The ridge is about six feet high and 10 feet from the road.
Pausing, the group can hear voices on the other side of the ridge, voices that arre only slightly muufled by the vegetation that crowns the ridge. In fact, it seems to be two voices, speaking a crude form of Common and rather loudly:
Voice 1- (unintelligible) "Its too early, suns only gown down."
Voice 2-" Quiet, ya said ya wur hungry!"
Voice 1-" (unitelligable) blasted orcs, scarin tha game away (unitelligible) aint et in two days."
Voice 2-" Be Quiet! We check tha road then go back up tha path."