((At the Willowshade Estate in Belfalas. (In a splintered timeline from anyone who is ignoring the advancement of the game's story). ))
Zagzeroth moved through the halls and up the stairs, upon finding the most recent love of his long life, Ivmin Willowshade of Bree, he frowned slightly the sorrow of what he must now say and do pressing down heavy upon his heart and mind...
"My love, I must speak to you..."
Ivmin looked concerned upon hearing her dear husband's voice, and the sorrow that filled the normally cheerful warrior-elf. They spoke long into the night, sometimes spiraling into arguments filled with much sadness, but Ivmin would let him go, she knew his heart was that of a wanderer since she met him, she would not keep him caged like a songbird.
Once the conversation was over, Zagz left the Estate for perhaps the last time, leaving his pregnant wife and their unborn kid who would grow into a fine man or woman without the guidance of their father. Zagz would leave Athlang, at that time still in Bree-land as per his lord's request, in charge of all matters of the estate until Ivmin was ready to assume the duties herself, he wandered long into the night leaving his horses, taking instead his dearest friend and mount, a large mountain goat of dwarven breeding whom was gifted to him by a dear friend long gone. He passed into Pelennor helping the newly arrived Rohirrim (from the shadows) as the last of the orcish and southron invaders were driven back, and witnessing the return of the heir of the kingdom Gondor and Arnor...
Zagz would be injured in the battle, and weakened for some time, missing the march to the Towers of the Teeth and instead moving east and north to the Black Gate himself after the Ring of Power had reputedly already been destroyed. As the company of the king returned to Minas Tirith Zagz moved to the edge of Mordor... The rumors of war against Minas Tirith found true, the enemy destroyed and his lands laid open to those foolish enough to venture therein, but Lord Thirenel 'Zagzeroth' Willowshade, was determined to find what he came for... The final blade of his creation during the First Age, lying in the hands of the enemy's armies, he would venture inside on his own if need be, but not until he had rested a bit more. It was some months later before he walked into the lands of Mordor, his dwarven-goat companion, and his Dark Elven brother-in-arms, Tinnurion accompanying him. And thus Zagzeroth disappeared into those darkened lands most likely to never return.
Zagz and Tinnurion strode into Mordor, their cloaks of shadow guarding, their blades of black glass shining like beacons against even the darkness of Mordor, and their gazes ever-set upon the horizon, never once looking back...
