Insanely Cold in Forochel
Tearose was tired. The bitter cold drained her of all vitality. She had to get to a campfire quickly. She felt weak and her pony snorted in distress. The poor fellow was cold too. Tearose all alone in this frozen wasteland, was suicide. She wasn’t dressed warmly enough, despite the layers she had on. Hobbits don’t generally need what these people wear up here, you see.
Tearose rested in Pynti-peldot. It was hours before she felt warm enough. Later, some of the local people transported her by sled out of Forochel and into the milder climate in Tyrn Fornech. They had wrapped her in warm furs and gave her something strong to drink. She was ready to travel to and rest again in Tinnudir before returning to her home in the Shire.
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