We have gathered and prepared to pull off the rescue of my brothers. I seemed to be calm but Iarvenil was really nervous to return there. After a long journey we finally stopped on the border of North Ithilien and the Morgul Vale. "Do you see them anywhere?" - I asked Iarvenil as we were supposed to meet our friends and the elf here. He had spotted a large eagle that landed on a tree branch not far from us and looked in our direction. It couldn't be a wild eagle, it seemed like its owner was somewhere near. He pointed it out to me.

And so we have gathered and prepared to pull off the rescue of my brother. Araithil seemed to be calm but I was really nervous to return there. I was also wondering what happened to Iarnuil, as I felt frightening emptiness in my life after I've lost him. After a long journey we finally stopped on the border of North Ithilien and the Morgul Vale. "Do you see them anywhere?" - Araithil asked me as we were supposed to meet our friends and the elf here. I looked around and only one thing caught my attention.

I kept lying on the floor as they left me, with a pool of blood slowly forming around me. I watched the ceiling and awaited whatever may come.  I thought about her in that moment, wondering what could've been if I never left for that task. Soon the cell door opened again and an large orc appeared in them carrying a metal box. It leaned down to me and laughed at me. I didn't even bother to look, I wasn't afraid but I kept saving my energy for whatever may come. "Nethillon..." - I heard the whisper of relief from somewhere.

Days kept passing and with each one I started to become weaker and I couldn't help it. They fed me only two or three times since I am here. Everyday and night I was just waiting to pass out as I couldn't sleep in this cursed place. This time, I felt all the pain even more than before. I thought about the ranger. I was so worried about her and missed her really much. Once during my time here something weird has happened to me when I kept thinking about her. I felt that incoming energy for a moment that helped me to survive here.

I stayed on the island and decided to await any news that may come this way. I was growing more worried with each passing moment. I closed my eyes and memories came flashing into my head. Soon I was back in the garden of our family home in Belfalas. I heard laughter all around me. I turned my head to see two boys running towards me and I smiled at them. "Mom... Nethillon and Araithil said that we cannot train swordplay with them, that's unfair!" - both of them said in the same time. I shook my head at them and embraced them.

I didn't remember much about where I was or how I got there. All I felt were my hurting bones and head and that I was probably hanging by my hands shackled above me. I saw darkness for most of the time before something cold was poured onto me. I shivered lightly. I was wet now and I felt that all the blood has been washed from me. Then I opened my eyes to spot a large orc in front of me. He grabbed me by the neck. "Tell me, Gondorian.

We entered the Morgul Vale after a quick rest.  "Iarnuil, you will stay by the camp and entrance to the Vale with the third group. Iarvenil, you will follow the second group into the woods - Shall the first group fail, the second needs to inform the others and hold the position. You will be the messenger. I shall go with the main force." - Nethillon then said and looked at us. Iarnuil looked at Nethillon but he knew that he cannot go against his orders. Nethillon glanced briefly at him and then me as a quick goodbye just in case.

 Soon enough we entered the Morgul Vale after a quick rest. I have decided to split our force into three separate units. That was for me a very hard decision to make. I faced the twins after dividing the others. I knew that they cannot go with the first group and that they will be safer on the back. "Iarnuil, you will stay by the camp and entrance to the Vale with the third group. Iarvenil, you will follow the second group into the woods - Shall the first group fail, the second needs to inform the others and hold the position. You will be the messenger.

I have reached Minas Tirith two days ago, still broken from everything that happened but I have managed to focus on my task once again. First thing to do... I needed to go to the Steward to get my orders. I was deeply in shock after hearing that my little brothers are to follow me to that blasted vale. Anyway... the Steward made me look and feel emotionless. I felt only emptiness. Emptiness and pain. I felt like darkness was reaching out for me and with those hard feelings I went back home for a brief rest. I didn't want to meet or speak to my parents.

This day started different than always even if I was doing all that everyday. I went to the Dome of Sun as punctual as always leaving sleeping Naerhad at home. He finally deserved to rest after so many years of service. Talking about battles made me nervous as now all four of my sons were out there as a soldiers of Gondor. I couldn't bear the thought about losing them all one day. The day passed by and I came back home. I went inside and after leaving my cloak in our bedroom I went to the kitchen to prepare the lunch for both of us. I was calm and focused on my task.