They arrived to the borders of Mirkwood at dusk, the forest was darker than before. The great Shadow of the West had fallen upon the Elvenking's realm, and brought strange creatures of darkness to the once birght and beautiful forest.
Two guards approched the trio.
"Who are you and what brings you here?" asked one of the guards.
"We're the Elvenking's old friends, and we recived a letter from your King" Elrond answered calmly, ignoring the fact that the guards were pointing their arrows at them.
"The Elvenking hasn't informed us of any guests." the taller one of the guards said and frowned. "Can we trust them, Remil?"
The darkhaired, shorter one glanced at the three strangers and shook his head.
"I'm not sure, Cathal… We don't want to make another mistake. The Elvenking is still upset about the fact that you let the dwarves go." he murmured the last sentence.