Disclaimer as I said before, I only own Estelwen and her horse.
Chapter 5- Caradharas' Wrath
Year 2630 of the third age
I, Estelwen Greenleaf, write this from the shelter of a small cave. The snow is falling harder and harder with every breath I take. The only other problem we had was before the blizzard. Frodo fell down and lost the Ring in the snow. I felt somewhat
Disturbed when Boromir picked it up. Luckily, he gave the Ring back to Frodo. I am afraid the ring has taken Boromir and Frodo. The only difference is that Frodo seems to be fighting the power. Well, we are about to find a new way down the mountain.
Love,
Estelwen
With that, she closed her journal. Estelwen wanted to record every event of the quest. She snapped out of her thoughts when Legolas put a blanket around her shoulders.
"Thank you, but I am fine." She tried to hide a shiver.
"The wind is to cold, even for an elf. Even I can not stand this." He has been noticing her shiver as she wrote and could sense her discomfort.
Boromir was defiantly upset at the position they were in, "Let us take the Gap of Rohan and take the Westfold to my city."
Aragorn saw this was a bad idea. "The gap of Rohan takes us to close to Isengard."
Gimli was not about to give up. "If we can not pass over a mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria."
"I think it is best to let the Ringbearer to decide. Frodo?" Gandalf was very grave. He wished to continue on Caradharas, but he knew that was not an option. He also knew what the dwarves unleashed into the mines. Frodo then deepened his fears. "We will go through the mines." Frodo said hesitantly.
"So be it." Estelwen had an uneasy feeling