[ArwenBaggins]

Eirian could not walk another step. They had jogged at a quick yet normally non-strenuous pace, but with the current state it was a struggle for everyone. When they finally reached the Road at sundown, Eirian breathed a small sigh of relief in the cool open air. They decided to make camp on the roadside and continue in the morning.

"Good thing too," he called to anyone who would listen as he leaned against a tree. His wrist had not stopped hurting since the end of the battle, and he was beginning to feel the consequences of it not being properly bandaged. He was lightheaded and striving to just keep his eyes open.

True, the deaths of Anga and Nuwethion had saddened everyone and dampened their spirits, but they all tried to look on the bright side of things. He was more cautious, however, and realized how precious life really is. His thoughts fell upon his expectant wife and young daughter. I shouldn't have left them, he confessed silently, holding his wrist close to his chest. I was so caught up in the fighting aspects that I didn't take their health and well being into consideration… how stupid can I be?

He volunteered for third watch. The night was very uneventful; he even noticed a scarcity of woodland creatures. "The bloody trolls probably scared them all away," he scoffed aloud, kicking a small stone down the dark Road. "As long as they stay away from here, they can have the animals."