I have been through much since I have returned as a survivor. I've lost my family and almost lost myself. That sight will haunt me until my death. My wife... lying on the ground, broken. I loved her so much. Why did life took her from me so early? I was broken, so broken... I felt the pain filling all of me. But I didn't know that it will get stronger as I'll enter another room. Aranor, my son... my only son was lying there in a pool of blood. He was so young. The small sword still in his hand. I won't ever forget that sight. It pains me until this day.
They then sent me to another place as my unit didn't exist anymore. I was no longer from First Osgilliath Heavy Infantry Unit, but instead they moved me to Fifth Gondorian Battalion. Alongside with my brothers I came to that island and have met many that have seen the battlefield at least once. But I was still a broken man. After losing my family nothing was giving me joy or happiness. My life was all I had and that life I was going to sacrifice for Gondor when the time comes. Or so I thought.
My brother, Nethillon...
They have seen much in him or at least it looked like this. He was a sergeant no more in no time. He was now a Captain. I felt both umcomfortable and proud with that. He always wanted to archieve something and it seemed that finally he did. I was hoping for him to have a happy family one day. he deserved to have a better life than I did. He always was the most gentle of us. He loved helping the others and that's why he was loved by everyone here. I wish him well.
A bit of happiness, a surprise soon as well enlighted my life once more. One day they introduced a young boy to me. He was reminding me of Aranor really much and I was feeling sorry for him as they didn't treat him properly. His name was Eoric. That one day I have seen too much. The violence...
I know that children need to stay disciplined, but violence is no solution for that. I went after him hoping that he will allow me to talk to him. I was disappointed with myself. I should have stood up for him, even if those were my commanders. And so I apologized and we talked a bit. I asked him if I could be a good enough man to give him the love he deserved. And so I had a son once again. Joy has filled my heart once again. For the first time since so long. Then came the time to talk to Lord Maxem about taking him home. It went better than I expected. And so I was allowed to take him home. The days seemed less depressed for me since then.
Finally, our youngest brothers showed up. Iarnuil and Iarvenil - they were only seventeen but still wanted to become warriors. With many weird adventures on the way they managed to join us. I was hoping for them for the slow start into the battlefield, but instead we got another task which for me was the return and retake my beloved Osgiliath and for them to follow Nethillon and retake the Morgul Vale.
Day of the task arrived so soon. We were well prepared. I was walking with the twins towards the docks slowly. And soon we encountered the family friend and a great healer, Nyraewyn. We knew that she could've encountered Nethillon who left earlier with a bunch of other men. That's why I decided to ask about everything as we approached her. "Everything alright?" - I asked her. She seemed to be off. She then nodded with a smile that looked like it was forced but I was not sure. I told her then that we need to leave as well and then motioned to the twins to go to the ship and look at our supplies. She then informed me about the possible dangers and reassured me a bit. I informed her about the new replacements coming from Minas Tirith. And then we parted our ways as I let the twins talk to her for a bit. After that talk was done, we have boarded the ship and left on the journey towards Minas Tirith. Whatever awaited us was getting closer...
