The battle between Morgoth's forces and elves with Nortrigians is quite a massacre… for the first. Three demigods, Jing Yuan, three adult dragons and a cub one, Blade, Anglachel, Elton, Alwar… the Balrog that was sent to his battle is the one who will be found millennia later, still hiding in Moria from them.

Morgoth's army is no match for such amount of magic might and the orcs are soon forces to retreat, but since they'd be terrified to face their master if they headed back empty handed, they kidnapped a couple of people to try to calm the dark lord down… or to have him killed, both suits them.

After the battle, the people at the camp start to check the damages and tend to the wounded.

After much effort and struggle, the group finally manages to reach their destination.
The return of Maedhros and Fingon doesn't pass unnoticed and it raises quite a lot of noise… and dust. Naturally there are at least a couple of brothers who aren't particularly happy to see their current King return alive, but they can't really show their disappointment, not when their mother is around.

At the first lights of dawn, the group climbs down from the tree and prepare for the long walk to the camp. What they don't know is that a large group of orcs detected their presence and planned a trap for when they would get in the most uncovered position possible, walking through a clearing on their path to the camp. The orcs were sent by Morgoth after Maedhros was rescued, they know exactly where the elves are headed.

After little more than 20 minutes of walk, hell breaks. Thanks to the fumes from Angband, the skies are covered and the nefarious creatures can move freely even during the daytime.
They get surrounded by over a hundred of orcs, some riders even.
They have no choice but to fight, the problem is that fighting while trying to protect the children and at the same time not causing damages to their own side with the lightning lord is not easy.
Finrod doesn't hesitate to fight with his bow, but his arrows aren't infinite. Even Maedhros fights as he can, but his condition is too dire, one would hardly imagine him able to walk, in that state. But still, he manages to hold himself, even fighting with his non-dominant hand and with a long dagger.

After some time, they manage to cut a way for Gytha to run away with the children, to make some distance from the battle, so that Jing Yuan can fight more freely and the children don't become the target of those monsters.
After they get far enough, though, Gytha and the children get surrounded by a group of huge Wargs.

After recovering from the effects of the incense, as they move to Iceland, Jing Yuan decides to spend a little time with the children, as he doesn't get to do that often.
He and the little ones, as well as everyone else who feels like to, head out in the city to have a snack in a cafe or a pub,.rather than staying home. Also in hope that the children will get tired after walking a little and won't spend the whole night awake.

He holds both children's hand when they walk together with the other friends with them.
Suddenly, just as it was for Coco.and Gideon, the environment around them chances substantially…

After they are back from Spain, learning that they'll move to Iceland in the morning, he decides to return to Guyun briefly, to meet his suspicious tenant.
He just needs someone to open a portal for him and doesn't really worry about the matter, he is just pressed to bring light to it and end it, should the tenant really be up to something illegal.

He goes alone, as he is certainly not afraid. He just asks the person who opened the portal for him to keep it open for a couple of hours, counting that he'd be back much sooner, unless he'd have to also face Tero or handle something unexpected.

Instead of coming back after two hours, he is back after barely twenty minutes.
He drags himself back through the portal, clearly unwell, and barely manages to reach the couch before collapsing onto it. He looks totally dazed and as if he had fever, barely understanding what happens around him.