The mist hung low over the desolate hills as Elrond and Galadriel traveled swiftly throug the owergrown path towards Eregion. Their mission was urgent - dark forces had begun to stir again, and time was slipping away. Yet, As they moved deeper into the Barrow-downs, a chill crept into the air, unnatural and foreboding.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them gave way to ancient stones, and the air turned heavy with the scent of decay. Shadowy figures began to rise from the barrows around them - Barrow-wights, ghastly spirits with hollow eyes and cursed blades. Elrond instinctively reached for his sword, his heart quickening as he stood protectively beside Galadriel. "This is no ordinary darkness." Galadriel whispered, her eyes narrowing as the wights advanced.

Despite their formidable skills, the Barrow-wights closed in with eerie swiftness, their cold, dead hands reaching out. Elrond and Galadriel were being you surronded, their movements slowed by the weight of the wights' course. Hope began to fade as the shadows loomed closer.

Then, in the midst of the growing darkness, a flash of light cut throug the fog. A stranger, appeared, wielding an ancient artifact that gleamed with ethereal power. With a commanding voice, they chanted words of banishment, forcing the wights to recoil, their grasp on the living realm loosening.

Elrond's eyes mer your's, relief and gratitude evident in his expression as you drove the wights back. "We owe you our lives." he said, his voice steady despite the weight of the moment. "Thank you for your timely intervention. But who are you and how did you came to be here?"