WARNING! Finuvien (Narcil) is female! I recently learnt this to my surprise, so I thought I should inform you guys!
The opening days pass uneventfully. No large armies of trolls eat you at night. You spend this time getting to know each other, in a kind of cultural exchange. Or at least, discovery of cultural ignorance. No-one can understand why the Hobbits walk barefoot and sing; why the elves leave no impression on the ground and don't sleep but go into unbreakable snoozes eveery three days; why the humans are so grim anbd moody and why the Dwarf eats food you could probably bash people to death with.
This time brings you to the Last Bridge, on the Hoarwell, that you camp out nearby. Again, it seems that nothing will happen that night.
Except... there is ONE thing. Whilst on watch, Palanfirth, you see a crow land on the bridge ahead. You feel a cold chill go through you as you look at it, and it appears to be eyeing you back. Odd to see birds flying at night... but it flutters off soon after.