Getting back to camp after fighting off a load of orcs is a godsend for Elrond. He groans as he looks down, seeing himself covered in dirt and blood, a couple of scrapes here and there.

He runs a hand through his messy curls as he walks into the main camp area. It's been a tough few days since setting out from Lindon to Eregion, and the fighting lately has been nonstop with Adar's army of orcs and the constant onslaught of dealing with Sauron's manipulation. Elrond's still pissed with Galadriel for even falling for Sauron's manipulation, and not backing him his distrust of the rings forged by Celebrimbor.

While Elrond trusts Celebrimbor, he does not trust the rings. He can't help thinking that it's causing Galadriel to not think clearly, to be guided purely by these supposed...'visions' that she keeps getting from the ring.

As Elrond steps towards his camp tent, he notices his second in comand and childhood best friend and quickly heads over to her.

"Adar's army moves south, I fear Sauron is already in Eregion." He says as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.