As The Black Steel reached the summit, the rain stopped and everyone could see again. They had reached the eye of the storm. Then, a quiet chanting reached Mornenion's ears. He scouted ahead again, returning back to the others, telling them that he saw three figures performing a rital and so everyone hurried up into the main ruin of Weathertop.
As Mornenion could see in the darkness caused by the storm and the men could not, he led the way through the heavy rains. However, he took the wrong path and ended up leading the group up to some steep cliffs, so they had to turn around. It didn't take long to get back on the right path though.
The Black Steel stopped on a ridge, near the edge of where the storm began. It filled most with fear, with the loud booms of thunder and flashes of lightning. Mornenion scouted ahead to see if there was any dangers ahead, using his fëa to go unseen. He returned, shocking some as he seemed to appear from nowhere, and told that as far as he could see, there was no danger.
As everyone perpared for the walk to Weathertop, Mornenion stepped aside to watch the storm before going into it. There were only a few moments of peace to himself, as Piorra walked up to him and asked about it. He tried to explain to her that it was sorcery, though he kept it in simple terms, as he was not going to explain into the depths of what fëa was and how the storm was not that but something else.
Although still in a terribly bad mood, Mornenion set off with The Black Steel to chase the storm. As they approached the Lone-Lands, they saw a big storm cloud surrounding Weathertop, lightning flashing and thunder booming across the sky. Mornenion began to feel a sense that there was some sorcery going on.
Leaning back against the trunk of red leafed tree in the garden of the little stone house he'd bought, Mornenion took a sip from his glass of wine. It was a beautiful night, to him. The sky was dark with brewing storm clouds, meaning the moon and the stars were hidden. It was almost like when he was young, in Dorwinion, where the light of the two trees did not reach. That is why he and his people are called the Avari, the Dark Elves, because they never saw the light of the two trees in their full power.
The dark clouds reached Trestlebridge fast, coming from the North and within a few moments they covered the sky and an angry rain started pouring down. It’s drops carried South by the wind where the woodcutters of Bree worked in North Chetwood, along with the growing clouds.
-Let’s go back, it’s going to rain. Said one of the men.
Not long after the boat has set sails towards the sea the storm has reached it. The crew put up the fight against the blizzard but soon, the storm struck harder forcing the boat to miss its right course. But even that was not enough to save it. Soon, the ship of the Lossoth has hit one of the icebergs on the Bay and started to sink. The Forngarmo knew that swimming to the shore will be the worst possible way. She decided to stay aboard and write one last message. She wrote a message but didn't adress it to anyone special.
It was in the limited light of foredawn I approached our point of assembly; a place we had convened on many a morning at exactly the same time. As I suspected, our youngest and most flamboyant comrade was already there, waiting upon his favoured perch. As I entered the stone enclosure, he looked up from his journal and lifted a hand to tip his elegant, feathered hat in his usual greeting.