It was not long after Eomer had passed into the shadow of the mountain itself that the sound of fell voices came to his ears - and not long ere that sound disappeared again. The coming of the eored was ill-able to be concealed, the tramp of a hundred horses and the jingle of their mail enough for even crude Orcish notions of watch and guard to pick out. As they passed deeper into the dell, pursuing the direction of the voices, suddenly arrows sprang from a thicket off to the right of a crude path that the riders had been following.
Orc-horns winded, and howling figures boiled out of the underbrush. They were few in number, a couple dozen, but they were mixed company - low snarling goblins and taller Orcs with broad shields and hooked swords that hurried now toward the riders. One man, two, fell from the saddle, sprouting black-fletched, arrows, and then it was begun! The more hot-headed of riders spurred their steads into the oncoming rush, the force of their charge casting down fell creatures here and there, and others rallied back to Eomer, forming a quick knot of cold-glinting spears about their lord.
The first settlement that the Dunlendings came upon was undefended, most of the kindred of that land already fleeing south and east away from the rumors of the ravening host of wild-men. Whitemane was its name, not more than half a day's march from the Fords, barely worth being put on a map. It burnt merrily beneath the moon as the host passed through it, pillagers taking grain, horses, ironmongery, slaves, and whatever else of worth could be plundered from the humble agricultural settlement. From rough questioning of some of the captured peasants, it soon became clear that there were two other settlements of note that would be lightly defended in the Westfold, Grimburg and Meadowshall, and then things would become more difficult indeed for the ravening host...
It was a few breaths later, to Tigeke's chagrin, that the three Dark Elves spoke - their voices in unison, a fact that made the hair stand up stiff on the back of her neck.
"Trade with Rhun we do not cease, child of the East. Trade we seek also with our vanished kindred of the west, and those who would seek prosperity elsewhere, the men of the Long Lake and Dale."
The blind seer stepped forward a half foot, gesturing expansively toward the host at the captainess' back.
"Flourishing comes to all who are willing to embrace peace, instead of war. Why do you march here armed in array for battle, and speak of our long love together? The Land of the Vine is not your enemy. Nor, as you know, do the men of Dale trouble your halls. They offer fine raiment, gold, and precious gems for ought which we send north up the River Running. This is but a part of the prosperity we share with you, when the trade comes south. In this manner all prosper."
Far behind the three emissaries a flicker moved at the edge of Tigeke's sight and she perceived for a moment a tall figure clad in pale silver armor with black hair standing alone on the road to the City of Goblets - and then, just as soon as she turned her eyes to focus on it, it was gone again.