Elleraden walked alongside Islist as the party continued. They had regrouped upon hearing orc crys, which Islist had explained to him as a sentry which they had slain. The ranger knew that there was more to the story than merely what he had been told, but he worried about it little. Elleraden knew that he would get the full tale from one of the other rangers at a later time and date.
Looking around the group, the ranger realized that something was wrong. Everyone kept their eyes forward, or on the ground. No one spoke. There was tension enough in the air to walk on it, that was certain. But the ranger merely kept his thoughts to himself, and continued marching.
Meanwhile, several miles away, the black gate of Dol Guldor opened, letting forth a stream of vile, black armored creatures. Orcs and wargs, Uruk Hai, Mirkwood wolves, and even two monstrous trolls. They dashed into the forest, following a scout which had spotted the company several days back. Their orders: destroy the company down to the last ranger, and bring their weapons and supplies back to Dol Guldor.
The rangers continued marching south, oblivious to the fact that a virtual horde of enemy forces was bearing in on their postion...
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