Netharion

And so we moved from the Frozen Lands once again, leaving what was dear both to me and Lothrandir behind. Forochel was the land I still called home. It was deserted like my life and sould after The War of The Ring. The road was long and silent, filled with blizzards and extreme temperatures. On the last night before proceeding into Evendim we sat on a hill, listening to the sound of the wind and watching the Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights above us. They spend their time by the campfire, but I didn't join them this time.

The fate of The Forngarmo have been decided, as one might say knowing what happened deep in the Ice Bay of Forochel. But was it the truth? The Forngarmo held the wooden board from the ship as the winds pushed her away from the crash site. Soon, she landed on a small ice island. There, the death was to take her, but it clearly wasn't her time. Her wolf companion, Valor has survived the crash as well and turned out to be alright. He found her and attempted to warm her which - in her condition determined if she would survive or not.