Forngarmo

I shifted in bed after a long time. As I opened her eyes in a strange room I tried to remember what happened. I then spotted the elderly lossoth woman sitting in the corner and tried to reach out for my greatsword. The woman smiled.
" Stay calm, Forngarmo. We know who you are and how you ended up here. There is no need to stay on guard." - She said calmly towards me. I looked at her and nodded.
"How did I end up here? What happened?" - I then asked. The Lossoth sighed as she looked at me.

Gorneleg ventured a bit ahead staying on the edge of the hill then closed her eyes.

And so we moved from the Frozen Lands once again, leaving what was dear both to me and Lothrandir behind. Forochel was the land I still called home. It was deserted like my life and sould after The War of The Ring. The road was long and silent, filled with blizzards and extreme temperatures. On the last night before proceeding into Evendim we sat on a hill, listening to the sound of the wind and watching the Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights above us. They spend their time by the campfire, but I didn't join them this time.

How So few words can destroy so many hopes? How a reunion could turn into a disaster? 

After many years and days of travels The Forngarmo, now separated from the others decided to take one more road as a Shadow Walker. She slowly went back through Mordor, leaving Seregost behind. What of her friends? One would ask. They took another way as there is nothing that can last forever. She walked all the way to the Ranger Encampment in Agarnaith, several times glancing behind. Somehow, she was changed by an unknown event that happened during the battle in the Court of Seregost. She was now known around as Gorneleg, The Hard Ice. But not many knew about why she got such a name.

The three friends and the dozens of other Warriors might have just encountered Shelob but the joy and glory of having no casualties did not last lore. Almost immediately after they left Shelob's Lair they found themselves in the unending darkness of Mordor once again. And their next step would be Agarnaith. As they moved through Dor Amarth, they met with two other groups and raided not only the orc encampment of Fushaum Tum but several more other encampments of the minions of the Enemy.

The fate of The Forngarmo have been decided, as one might say knowing what happened deep in the Ice Bay of Forochel. But was it the truth? The Forngarmo held the wooden board from the ship as the winds pushed her away from the crash site. Soon, she landed on a small ice island. There, the death was to take her, but it clearly wasn't her time. Her wolf companion, Valor has survived the crash as well and turned out to be alright. He found her and attempted to warm her which - in her condition determined if she would survive or not.