The following story is inspired by Volume I, Book 6's Chapter 1: Of Golodir and Angmar and Chapter 2: Against His Lord





Norgald arrived at the gate of the ranger stronghold, Esteldin, late at night. His journey had been long but he had become accustomed to trekking across Eriador. His mind wandered to thoughts of the blue mountains, and if word had reached Dwalin and his kin that Skorgrim Dourhand had been defeated.chuckled Norgald to himself.Norgald had visited Esteldin before and had grown accustomed to the hidden eyes that watched his arrival. It was not an accident, after all, that Esteldin had stayed safe all this time. Norgald had not taken more than 10 steps from his horse when Halbarad and an unknown ranger approached him.Halbarad asked.said Norgald as carefully and calculated as he could.Proclaimed the ranger beside Halbarad.said Halbarad.Norgald sat beside a campfire happy to have a brief respite. Halbarad had brought him a bowl of hot soup and joined him. Daervunn had arrived and spoke to Halbarad,Halbarad sighed gladly,asked Norgald. Daervunn put his hands close to the fire and said,Halbarad nodded in agreement.asked Norgald.spoke Halbarad.remarked Daervunn.Norgald looked to Halbarad who gazed at the ground. He met Norgald’s eyes and spoke,continued Daervunn.proclaimed Norgald as he got up. An arm met his shoulder, stopping his movement.Norgald reluctantly agreed. A tent had been prepared for him and he laid down comfortably for the first time in weeks...Norgald was awoken by Daervunn as the sun was rising. The rangers had already packed his provisions and pony. After a quick meal, Norgald and the rangers took the eastern path out of Esteldin.commented Daervunn,Norgald bid the rangers farewell and began his journey across Nan Amlug towards Angmar and Corunir.