Ranger

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.

And so The Forngarmo ran out into the fields. The most forsaken fields in all of The Middle-Earth, on the very edge of Mordor. All she was passing were ruins of Old and plants, but only those that survived the evil coming from Mordor. Nothing alike the forests that were there before. She was calm, and carefully inspecting the fields for any dangers that may come and interrupt the passage of Aragorn's forces. Until she came near to The ruins of Haerondir, The Great Fortress. She attempted to pass further into their final destination, but the small enemy army was on the way.

It feels more like home again every day. 
How I missed the frozen shores of Forochel, the kindness of the Lossoth and the stories they tell around their fires when the skies grow darker at the end of the day. 
The light that follows this darkness that guides wary travelers and amazes young ones.

Forochel, home of the Lossoth, allies to my people ever since the last days of Arvedui. It feels like comming home again now that I set foot in the snow beyond the northern mountains of Evendim. 

The sky was dark and cloudy, and Katrandil was making her way to Imladris alone, clad in nothing but some rags that made her look like a Dunlending. How she came to the possession of them, no-one knows. With nothing but the shards of a broken sword and a pouch of water, she was trying to find shelter in the night. 

As the three friends entered Mordor, an uncomfortable feeling passed through them, but they all ignored it. They kept moving through Cirith Gorgor, defeating any orcs in their path, and they passed through Carach Angren. If they all weren't immune to fear, a wave of dread would have taken over their minds - but with the presence of two Eldar, the shadow of Mordor was nothing to them.