Anárion did not like to stay close to the camp they'd set up, and rightly so, who knows who or what could be watching them in this dense forest. He had been having an uneasy feeling for several days now that they were being watched, and not two nights ago they had stumbled upon Orc tracks. Despite his companions feeling confident enough to light a fire, he was happy to have the two of them with him on this journey, as he was whenever they accompanied him on his ventures.

This time though they're mission was different. He was too used to surveying the borders of the lands owned by the Rangers and hunting any unwanted trespassers, that venturing into the lands of others was almost exciting. He just hoped that the owners of these lands didn't think him unwanted.

On the morning after, they set off once again at first light. There was less than a day between them and the valley of Imladris. Thoron had suggested before they set out that they could take horses to shorten they're journey, but both Anárion and Swift preferred to stay off the roads. Anárion was used to travelling through the wilderness, as was Swift who could do it a lot faster than most.

A few hours after noon, they arrived at the top of a hill overlooking the river Bruinen and the entrance to the valley of Imladris.

"There are Elves on this side of the ford." announces Thoron, who's eyesight is far superior to any of the other Rangers "They seem to be waiting for someone."

"They know we're coming." admits Anárion.

"How? We've not seen any sign of them." asks Thoron, convinced he would've seen them.

"It is said The Elves have a way of being seen only when they want to be, perhaps that is why." jokes Swift.

"Well let's not keep them waiting" Anárion says starting down the hill.