On the 18th of march, they finally set of.

Many soldiers were left in Minas Tirith to protect it and all the wounded that lay there, some were sent to cover the road to Rohan, but all the rest was armed and left for the Morannon to try and defeat Sauron, though that task was nearly impossible to accomplish.

But they had to try.

It was a long way to the black gate, which lay in the northwest corner of Mordor.

It took them enough time to worry about dying, their friends, families and loved ones, as well as the end of the world.

Irenia took her fair share of thinking.

She had come along to help, but there were so many problems and not one she could really take a hold of.

It was a bad sensation, a knowing, a hurting stomach.

Irenia tried to explain this to Gandalf, but he simply said all were feeling this way, and then continued his conversation with Lord Aragorn and King Éomer.

Much of the time she didn't spend worrying she spend talking to Pippin, the Halfling that had joined Gondor's' army.

He told her of his simple live in the shire, and she told him how she had grown up in Minas Tirith.

Surprisingly, they found out that much of their childhoods' games had been the same, and that Hobbits and Humans had many similarities, so Irenia wondered if those races could be related.

She also talked to Gimli, Legolas and Boromir, but no one could be merry long these times.

She mostly enjoyed Boromir's company, although they didn't talk much. It was a silent understanding, having known each other so long they didn't need to use words to know what the other one was thinking.

In the evenings Irenia helped sharpening the swords, carrying her Mithril-blade ever close by.

She had an idea how to use it if the shadows would fall again.

Sometimes she kept the night watch, as the woman could sharpen her eyes to see better in the dark.

Irenia found out there were wolves living in these parts as well, and she held to their company many a dark and frightful night, wishing with all her heart to be one of them, life a simple live, admire the moon, mind people, wander alone through the night.

One time Boromir found her there, crying and looking at the moon for comfort. His company eased the worlds pain, and she managed to get up and walk back to the camp.

Then the excitement grew again, for the commanders had said they were likely to reach the Morannon the next day.

Irenia stood on the edge of the encampment, strong and unbendable as an old oak.

She had done her share of doubting and mourning, and the danger made her strong.

She wouldn't cry, and protect every soldier and leader with her life.

If to much magic would tear her apart and she would die, so it would.

She was Irenia, daughter of the moon. She strengthened her back.

"I am proud of you."

There was no danger behind that voice, Irenia could tell.

She'd never heard that person, still it seemed familiar like an old friend.

But older, and wise.

The woman turned. Behind her stood a man with long, brown hair and deep, silver eyes.

Eyes that had seen the rise of the earth.

She curtsied and said: "Tilion."

"Irenia. You are strong. Olorin has trained you well."

"Olorin?"

"You call him Gandalf."

Irenia nodded understandingly.
"Am I strong enough?"

"You might. But nevertheless, you will do what you are meant to do."

"What is it that I am meant to do?"

"Protect and destroy."

"I hope I will."

"I can tell. You have a good heat, and you will fulfill your task."

She breathed those words in, let herself believe they were true.

She would make them true.

"Am I right about the knife?"

"Yes."

"Good.", she nodded.

"Will I be allowed to remain here until the end?"

"Age won't kill you."

"Yes, I know. May I age and join your path when my family is dead?"

"I am looking forward to it."

"Thank you, Master."

Tilion nodded.

They kept standing there, piercing the darkness and making it good.

Sometime Tilion vanished, returning to the sky, and Irenia sang a song of courage to all the men.

Light was stronger than darkness.

Not that long, but chapter. And I've only got 6 left. I can probably do that this week. So tree -o (<-- that's a tree, btw)