Unfinished Tales, Part 2, Ch IV, The History of Galadriel and Celeborn,
Appendix D, 'The Port Of Lond Daer ' April 6th, 2957, Eight Months After Arriving in Tharbad
For months the fellowship has been making a name for themselves in and around Tharbad. The old prison has been turned into a livable stronghold of sorts, and personal improvements have evolved throughout the group. Winter has been difficult, you've had stores stolen, allies have moved on, and you've been keeping a low profile not to rouse the ire of the Master on the Isle.
But as spring arrives and the warm weather blooms your eagerness for action blooms as well. You have taken stock of your stores, and find them lacking, you will need to resupply, restock, start to generate some funds or find a more steady stream of resources. The rains have flooded the Swanfleet around Tharbad, and much of the town has flooded as well. The old breakwalls and floodwalls are long in ruins, and the merchants on the banks of the river have moved up to drier ground. They haven't batted an eye, it seems a yearly occurrence to them one they deal with silently.
You've all gathered in the dining chamber, even two of the dwarfs have remained, but Nalir has moved on. You are eating, and planning your next move, sharing some information you've gathered over the winter, and generally catching up.
Someone asks, "What's our next move?"