Forngarmo

Forngarmo knew that this would be the last battle with her current allies but she did not wanted to abandon neither Aelwynna nor Thandanar in this situation. Especially with him being captive. She stood at the ruins on top of the city and watched her surrounding as she remained deep in her thoughts. That was until she heard a familiar voice coming from below her. 
- Oh! Hello up there. - She looked down to see Aelwynna calling out to her from below. She had her broken promise in mind but was happy to see her nonetheless. 

The darkness and the cold seemed to stay endlessly with the ranger. Once per a while she kept hearing people around or feeling stuff around. She did recognize Thandanar, Belenir and Aelwynna talking near her, but couldn't make out anything out of it. For some reason she did feel that this was not yet the end for her. She had another battle to go through. The wound was her last concern, if not for the events happening in Forochel she would still be up on her feet. She kept fighting it, to keep her live and fulfill her mission and destiny. 

It seems that we will be never good enough for others. Everything I hoped for and everyone I had is gone...
Father perished, or so I think since his disappearance. 
Mother left for the war and that was the last I heard of her.
Faethuil... he left me to never come back as he said and told me to not look for mother anymore. 
I had a high hope that I will have a real aunt but I guess my mother just wanted to make us feel better. Rejection hurts. I do not know how my family does it but I cannot manage what I feel. 

I have received my mother's letter from the battlefield. Curses! I should have been there as I promised her. I have failed as her heir. I suspect she is gone forever now and I will never have any chance of telling her so many things we never caught up on. Fornelen can not find out about this. I know that was a bad thing to do but I stole the letter meant to her. She will never forgive me but it is for her own good. As we talked, I told her that she will need to take on my duties in Forochel, as I will now have to depart for Gondor. Whatever happens... it is all my fault.

The Forngarmo spent a few days with her allies to prepare for the incoming battle. When that was done, they spent a little time together and the ranger decided to express an attachment towards the groups' healer. It seemed to be only one sided to she let it be, trying to forget about the whole situation but still remembering the promise she gave her. She buried her own feelings deep inside focusing on what was to come. 

The ranger managed to recover enough to stay awake but the chill never left her body. She laid by the fire, using each moment of rest that she was given before there would be a need of her once again. She closed her eyes only to open them with haste as she heard a group of people gathering nearby. She stood up, recognizing the others she joined before. Forngarmo quickly joined the group but did not behave like her usual self. There was much off about her since the return from the North. People kept greeting themselves and soon, they did greet her too.