The Wastes

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.

Long after the Battle of Pelennor Fields The Forngarmo would find herself sitting by a bonfire in The Camp of The Host. There, she would guide her own thoughts towards her home and all the events that transpired in her life. She didn't know what awaits her in the end. Her thoughts wandered from the enemy camp, in which she was held in the days of youth, where her chieftain found her, then to the battles of old. Somehow she focused on her parents and this was the thing that increased her faith. She also thought of the one she loved since the very beginning.