Durin's Day was approaching, and the urgency among the Dwarves was increasing, as this was their only chance to enter the Kingdom of the Lonely Mountain through the secret door, unknown to Smaug.
But while the Dwarves' urgency grew, the Orcs felt even more pressing urgency.
The afternoon was drawing to a close, and the sun had reached a place in the sky that could be described as setting.
Golden-red light shone on the Long Lake, creating a glimmering effect that seemed to bring some warmth, but in fact, the temperature was colder than in the afternoon.
Mists began to rise again over the lake surface.
These cold mists would gradually become thicker and denser at night.
At the edge of the Dark Forest, a large group of Orcs was moving along the waterline from the edge of the Long Lake towards the wooden bridge connected to the town of Long Lake and the shore.
A tall Orc, holding a vicious Page Hammer, walked in front.
