Katrandil

Katrandil left her steed and went away thinking about the past and her friend kept thinking about the future battles. She glanced towards the orcs that were still present in the spot where she encountered them last time. Then the two decided to have one last conversation before approaching the Enemy's Stronghold. 
The Elf keept glancing at the enemies.
- There aren't too many of them, most must already be inside the gate - He said.

After a couple of time The Forngarmo has reached the way leading back to where the army was waiting. She walked back towards the camp where her friend, Ornessar met her once again as if he remained here since the moment she left for the task. She bowed her head but remained silent. The elf then looked at her once more. "What did you find?" - He asked her as they went deeper into the camp. The Forngarmo then looked at him and stopped on her way. "The passage is safe until the ruins of Haerondir.

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.