The Elves regroup

Taliesin listened intently to the wind in the trees and concentrated on breathing quietly. He waited. It wasn’t a long before he heard the sound he was seeking. His ears picked up the almost imperceptible footfall, and he slowly rose from his hiding spot and whispered to the Elf creeping by.

“Psst! Finrod!”
Finrod stopped, then calmly turned to face his compatriot. His face was dark with worry and concern.
“Taliesin, so you survived as well? What a disaster! We have failed!”
Taliesin nodded his head grimly and replied:
“It is true, we were tasked with capturing that shipment and it is not done. And to lose Thallin as well, it is a heavy cost. He led us well until today.”

Finrod nodded his head sadly: "Thallin thought we had enough to complete the task, but we were too few…to think the Dwarves would use bolts with poison! They are evil beyond reckoning!”

The eyes of both elves glinted dangerously. Then Taliesin continued: “But perhaps something can be salvaged from this debacle. Their horses are dead, they will be delayed by several days now until they can find new mounts to pull those wagons. I’ve sent Firnhir ahead with news of what has happened. We will regroup at the city. Perhaps there will be opportunities there?"

Finrod looked worried.

"Remember Taliesin, after the last battle in that alley, the Council of Guilds said any futher fighting between Elf and Dwarf would see us all barred from the City! We must be careful."

Taliesin nodded his head. "We will be....but that wagon cannot reach the mountains! Once it enters the City, we must ensure it's cargo never leaves..."