Fornost

The man finally reached Esteldin on foot, he lost about five hours playing hide and seek with the orcs and the men that were after him. Now he was covered in blood and exhausted, yet, he reached the settlement. He had to be cunning and take them out before they'd return and report him bearing these news, they would expect the Rangers and all would be lost. He held the reins of his loyal steed as he entered the ruined gate of the settlement and kept going on. The two men on watch noticed that he was panting and approached him at once, one took the reins and the other spoke.

Ynel takes a breather below the cliff, after sliding it down. She looks ahead, and around, and listens. No ghostly sighs. No gloaming wights in sight. She spends there a moment to gather her thoughts after the previous fright and compromize.

"I haven't got enough time for writing up my thoughts. We have reached Fornost and will leave again soon. I partially trust the hobbit now, but that is all I can do since all of those questions. They are too much for me. I hope that she will understand it soon. Let us leave this forsaken place..." 

The others fell silent as well, not sure what just happened. Anyway, Ornessar knew who The Forngarmo truly was but as he promised he was keeping it to himself. The woman stayed silent and still focused on the flames, dancing in the campfire. She got lost deep in her thoughts, not paying attention to their conversation any longer. 

And so the unexpected companions sneaked through the Fields of Fornost, undetected by the enemies. The first goal has been reached. They succesfully reached the Gates of Fornost and the ruins itself. In the middle of the night they entered the remains of the Ancient City. They looked around, to check if any enemies are around, but none but them was there.