[Iarbarion]

Laryelion stood on top of the tall boulder he had just finished climbing. His hawk-like eyes wandered aimlessly through the dark, dense vegetation. Even though he was an elf of Lothlorien he was in Mirkwood. The home of the elf had dealt with a small loss of a few elves. Uruk-hai had killed all of the unlucky group including Laryelion's own grandfather.

The Lady of the Wood had sent him with a small company to follow the Uruk-hai. When the group had finally caught the evil warriors Laryelion became lost in the confusion. He had found his way to Mirkwood alone and was welcomed as a guest. He wandered aimlessly most days waiting for something to do, something like a quest. He also wished he could somehow find his way back to Lothlorien.

One of the many days when he was wandering through the forest, he saw what seemed like orcs of some sort. They may have been Uruk-hai but the trees blocked even the view of his elvish eyes. He thought to himself I might as well go see what is going on, I have nothing more important to attend to.So he began to wander through the trees towards what seemed like a small group of creatures. His dagger and bow comforted him and gave him enough courage to wander on.