Ornessar

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.

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.

Seasons In Rivendell - A Poem For My Beloved Calaerneth.

If I was the bloodstained earth,

You would be my blooming trees.

To joy and love, you gave birth.

Lady of life, light of the Seas.

If I was the deep blue sea,

You would be my starry sky.