Three years past swiftly in Rivendell and Vardamir was a strong boy of ten years. One day he and Elrond sat in the garden, Elrond was personally teaching him for he had a habit of frightening all of the other tutors away. As they sat reading a messenger approached, "Excuse me my Lords but the Lady Arwen and Lady Eoaina have returned….." not staying to hear the rest of what he was saying Vardamir rushed to the courtyard before the gates. Up from the ford came only a third of the company that had set out from Rivendell with Arwen. At their head were Elladan and Elrohir, in Elrohir's was Arwen and in Elladan's Eoaina.

"Naneth! Eoaina!" Vardamir cried in dismay but before he could run to them a hand held him back, "Elrohir, take Arwen to my room, Elladan give me Eoaina and take Vardamir to his room. Make sure he stays there" Elrond said coolly.

As soon as Vardamir was in his room he folded his arms across his chest and stared menacingly at his uncle, "Tell me what happened!" Elladan looked at his nephew and sighed, there was no way Vardamir would let him leave this room without being told.

"Elrohir and I were to meet Arwen's company as they came out of the mountains but they were ambushed by orcs, we escaped with all who lived."

"Will they be alright?"

"I think so; would you like to come get something to eat?"

"I am not hungry."

Elladan left the room leaving Vardamir to brood on his hate for orcs. Never did he forgive Melkor for creating that hideous race. He brooded long into the night until finally he fell into a dark dream.