Elladan was watchful. He was on guard against any attack, taking his turn at defending the Dúnedain camp.

In the distance he could smell the flowers that opened with the dawn. He saw the sun come over the horizon, and paint the sky in pinks and reds that reflected their battle the previous evening. The flash of a white tail told him a rabbit had dashed back its burrow, too fast for him to catch. Behind him, he heard grunts as the Men began to rise, in preparation for the new day.

He smiled, anticipating the pleasure of their company.