in the early light, finuvien attempts to read a bit more, silently cursing herself for having not brought a light to read by. even elven eyes, she has found, become strained by reading at night, in the darkness.
in spite of her curiosity for the various races of elves, short persons and, particularly, humans gathered there, a general wariness has prevented her from conversing with any of the party.
once again, she wonders if she should have expressed such an interest in acting as an emissary to rivendell this past week--regardless, this journey ought to serve as good practical experience, mingling among these other creatures..and venturing into these unfamiliar and dangerous lands. she awaits for the others to wake; though it appears that some have spent a fairly restless night. the crow stirred a reasonable amount of unease among those who saw it.
And so the jolly hobbit cheers everyone's spirits... or maybe not...
About a week into your journey- about halfway between The Last Bridge and Weathertop- the Rangers are worried about a campsite for the night, as darkness falls. Near the road itself is somewhat exposed, but no site can be found near the road north or south. Going deeper north or south, into falledn Rhudaur or war-torn Cardolan, does not appeal.
You are about to decide on the Cardolan option as the lesser of all evils, when the elves in party spy small fires in the distance, down the road.