Defeated, Exhausted and devastated, the remaining members of the company continued through the wilderness of Hylia. Haseem and Konra had fallen back at Therid Anglon and the exhausted journeyers were racing now onto the plains just outside of the small Kingdom of the Kokiri. The plains they traveled across were of wheat and tall grass, in the distance there were mountains, tall ones, steep ones. As you drew nearer to them the terrain would grow rocky and hilly. Finally the companions decided to set up camp. They found an area between some large boulders where they could settle in and rest.
They knew they had to As they set up camp, each member had urgent thoughts on their minds, their doubts, their thoughts and emotions. Nilalkar started a fire while Lossenisel lit his pipe. He sat momentarily relaxed and content, looking around at the others one moment, then at his brother as he fumbled with the campfire, trying to light a flame in the growing dark. Alagbor approached them and put down his pack and effects. Nilalkar looked up at him and spoke:
“At this rate we should arrive in Firimar Tal in two days”
Alagbor nodded, “Yes, we should be safe there for awhile. Though… Aganhim will strike there soon. We must not linger there for long, lest we be caught”
Lossenisel frowned, “If there is an attack on Firimar Tal, should it not be you who commands the city? You are the leader of the Ohta-Gora, it is your duty”, he said. Alagbor sat down and ran his hand through his hair, he sighed. Saria who had sat down next to the warm new fire, looked at Alagbor curiously. She spoke quietly to Lossenisel:
“What’s the matter with him?” She asked. Lossenisel took a puff from his pipe and looked over at the green-haired girl.
“He is the leader of the Ohta-Gora by inheritance, and it is his duty to protect his people. War is drawing close to our small kingdom, and we haven’t enough force to repel him, our population is under ten thousand, and we will likely be pitted against a force twice that size Alag must decide… do we run from our enemy? Can we? The only place to go is north, to Rhun. They are far from kindly. The other choice… is to fight. Yet, we must not keep you there for too long, for if Aganhim is re-united with his ring… we are doomed. He would be even harder to catch as a mortal, twas so many years ago when he rose up as he does now”, explained Lossenisel gravely. Saria frowned and sighed. She stood up and loosened the strap holding her quiver and laid it down next to Lossenisel and wrapped her cloak around her as a cool breeze blew in from a gap between the rocks.
Meanwhile Legolas, Duradar and Galandrim were standing by a nearby boulder discussing the situation in their own views.
“Indeed we need a safe-haven and Firimar Tal is by far the most modern, well-built of fortress cities in all the world. Yet if we are trapped in there, we won’t have the resources to up much of a siege”, explained Duradar.
“Our mandate is to reach Mordor, our best strategy is to evade the war at all costs”, declared Legolas. Galandrim looked at him.
“Is that even going to be possible? With so many enemies in every direction, Aganhim will literally squeeze between Mordor and Rhun”, he said grimly.
Duradar nodded, “Tis true, the battle for Firimar Tal will be crucial, and though our mission is to protect Saria, we are probably better off trying to defend her in the fight than in a constant retreat”, replied Duradar. He looked over at the frail little girl, wrapped in her cloak talking to Lossenisel. He walked over to see how she was doing, Galandrim and Legolas said nothing as he walked away, but Legolas looked over at the dark-haired Hylian, who stared back at him.
“Do you trust them, do you trust the Kokiri to hold back Aganhim’s armies?” Asked Galandrim. Legolas looked back over at the campfire at the small child-like people, glowing fairies floating around their heads.
“I would trust them, they have fought a war similar to this before, and… I don’t think they would so easily disoriented with such odds”, he explained.
Galandrim smirked, “Yeah, that’s why they are a dying race. Looks like such a war has gotten them lost down a fine dirt road”

The next day they continued across the plain, onward toward the city, which at best they would reach that night. If not, they would spend a final night in the wild and finish their journey toward Firimar Tal the next morning. It was a bright day, sunny but chilly. Each companion bore heavy cloaks but not quite suited for such an abnormally frigid day as this, considering it was mid-spring.
As they trudged along through the tall grasses Legolas spoke, “Strange… Alagbor I do not remember this to be such a cold region, particularly in this season”, he said catching up with the dark-haired Kokiri leading the way. As he walked he looked up and around him.
“It is rather odd, usually it is temperate year round, I can’t make sense of it”, Alagbor said as Legolas came up behind him. Saria looked over at him, she was walking with Duradar about a yard away.
After concentrating her thoughts on the cold she stated bluntly, “It isn’t natural”.
Legolas and Alagbor looked at her, “Really?” Asked Alagbor.
“I can sense it, it is not a fluke, and the rest of the environment has not reacted to it. It is an evil targeting us”, She explained.
“That is a sign sure enough that something is coming”, Said Duradar darkly.
Nilalkar pointed over the horizon, “Someone approaches!” He called to Alagbor. Alagbor looked across the plain to see a small group of around twenty figures
moving toward them at a fast pace.
“Looks to be our kin Alag”, he said. The group disappeared behind a small hill, and Alagbor motioned for his companions to hurry after them.
A short while later Alagbor and his companions drew up to the group of Kokiri. It was a small party of warriors led by Haelyon, the older brother of Hallimacil. Most of the boys were armed with swords, and wore similar tunics to that of Duradar or Lossenisel, and wore leather armor. The Girls bore no armor and were armed mostly with bows. Each had an emerald cloak and some had shields, which were of silver metal and bore a green or gold double eagle or the Kokiris’ emblem. Haelyon though, wore an embroidered emerald tunic like Alagbor’s and had strange markings on the tunic, three small pins shaped as the Kokiris’ Emerald. On his back there was shield that bore a blue and silver star with eight points that was surrounded by twelve smaller stars.
“Mae Govannen Alagbor. Lye enten lle” (Well met Alagbor, We have been looking for you) He said bowing slightly.
Alagbor nodded, “We were ambushed in Anglon, two of our companions were killed”, he said gravely.
Haelyon frowned and shook his head, “There are enemy dispatch groups running about everywhere. That host will arrive soon, and it will be massive. We have been tracking one large party that has evaded our scouting network. They are not far now”, he said.
“Which way are they headed?” Asked Nilalkar joining the conversation.
Haelyon pointed north, “They are likely no more than two hours north of here. Heading in our direction, what’s more. We intercepted them because we want to use our wheat stalking tactic to disorient and scatter our enemies”, Haelyon explained.
“Wheat stalking?” Asked Saria, who had been listening attentively to the three.
Alagbor turned, “We hide in the wheat and tall grass with ready bows, and when the enemy comes about…. They get rained rained on so to say. Very simple tactic but lethal as well”, Alagbor explained.
“Its settled then, we’ll stay here and help you get rid of our enemies, then we may all head for the city”, concluded Nialkar.

All of the company crouched under the tall wheat and grasses of the wheat plains south of Firimar Tal. They were silent and now Saria could hear the rumbling of approaching feet. She, like the others, had an arrow knocked and was ready to let it fly. Duradar and Lossenisel crouched down next to her, their bows also ready. The party was split into two groups, one on each side of the path of the oncoming moblins and orcs. They would all fire at the same time, startling and confusing their already dull-witted enemies.
Saria could hear them getting closer now, nearly within arrow-shot. The tension was burning in her mind now and every second seemed an eon. The footsteps deafened her ears and she barely heard Haelyon’s yell to fire.
All at once all the Kokiri stood up and released their arrows, and immediately nearly thirty surprised foes fell dead. Their enemies did not seem to see anyone around them. The grasses were so tall in that area, that the Kokiri were mostly concealed even when standing. The only one that was likely visible was Legolas, who was very tall and slender.
The Kokiri archers continued to barrage their black foes with arrows until finally they fled in a panicky mass. But instead of beginning a wild full-speed chase the Kokiri ducked low again, and followed with immense speed yet stealthily. It took a while for the terror-stricken moblins to realize that they were being pursued. Unlike before they were not being wiped out in great numbers at once, but without warning, randomly one or two at a time. A Kokiri archer would emerge for but a moment, and instantly a moblin would fall.
The fleeing mass was slowly being decimated, and it was a scene of total chaos. The Kokiri were predators, picking off unsuspecting victims of the herd. Finally not an orc nor moblin stood alive, and the Kokiri walked away from the mess unharmed, without a loss nor injury.
They set on their way toward the city now, all the while Haelyon informed Alagbor of all that was happening.
“Alagbor, our scouts have returned, it’s a tactical fiasco. Ganondorf is slowly marshalling his force north, but he is delaying constantly. I don’t think he has full orders from Aganhim yet. He has taken Hyrule and the armies of Hyrule and Termina are reeling into the Wilderness Region. It is an immense army, nearly outnumbering Ganondorf’s Host. But Aganhim’s Hordes have pulled south, they seem to be heading for Mordor…”
Alagbor interrupted, “Mordor? What is Aganhim doing mingling in Sauron’s kingdom?”
Haelyon sighed, “It is beyond me, but in the meantime… King Oden will try to meet us before we are attacked, but at best he will be able to flank the enemy host. We will still have to hold out most of the battle”, He explained. Alagbor listened as he walked looking straight ahead of him trying to grasp the situation.
He spoke suddenly loud and blunt, “The Arcora must be in an uproar”
“Ha! It exceeds that now, Alagbor. Especially since we declared military crisis”, Laughed Haelyon.
Alagbor suddenly looked startled, “How did you ever convince the Arcora to step down?”
“Ask Alunial, ask your wife”, he responded looking over at him.