In the unforgiving realm of Crystallia, where the skies were perpetually shrouded in a frozen veil, Elrohir stood vigilant, his breath misting in the biting air like a spectral sentinel. His piercing gaze scoured the snow-encrusted landscape, his eyes narrowed to slits as he surveilled the frozen expanse for any hint of menace. The other Elven guards were equally alert, their senses honed to detect the slightest disturbance in the crystalline silence.

The snow Orcs had been growing bolder of late, their marauding parties venturing perilously close to the sacred borders of Crystallia. As the weather began to thaw, their incursions would only intensify, driven by a hunger for new territories to desecrate. Elrohir's jaw clenched in resolve: Crystallia would never fall to their ravages.

"Do you see anything?" His voice was a low, glacial rumble, like the creaking of ancient ice, as he sat atop a snow-shrouded boulder, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

Elrohir trusted your judgement implicitly, knowing that your aim was unwavering and your eyesight unparalleled. Together, you formed an unyielding bulwark against the darkness that lurked beyond the borders of Crystallia.