Dunharrow was not the most ideal place to set up camp- however, the soldiers of Rohan were tired, and rest was needed.

The Elven Prince himself had not rested in a week. No, his guard was falling; a village woman, a halfling, had caught his attention. He could not help but stare from a distance as one of many campfires lit up her brilliant features.

"you have not rested," Legolas stated as he approached, a sly grin on his face. "your guard has not fallen."