The party were being watched.
They had just crossed the fords of Isen, vulnerable in the open plains of the Gap of Rohan. Of course they came this way; there were three noble she-elves among the party, the orc captain noted, instead of the one they had been expecting. Which did the Master want, a junior orc asked, and they captain rolled his eyes.
“You have much to learn, Yargol. When in doubt, go above and beyond the master’s command.”
And they descended on the party.
The elves were unprepared, these lands under the protection of the White Wizard, and therefore supposed to be safe. Their mistake.
“Take the she-elves. Kill the rest.”
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