Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.R.R Tolkien's ideas/characters. I own merely the narrator, and her ideas.

A/N: A spontaneous, angsty, and perhaps a bit morbid piece; nonetheless, I enjoyed writing it. This is the first thing I've ever posted, so if the spacing/indentation does not come out right, you have my deepest apologies. Oh yeah, I know my title sucks. Sorry about that. P

Now they tell us that he is dead. Those dissolute creatures, the ones that will soon be upon us, upon me, upon my children, have taken his life. There is no hope left in the hearts of those who dwell in the white city. Gondor will fall and with it the Faithful will be washed away with the new tide that bears upon our realm this very moment. My husband goes to fight, but I ask for what now. If we win we will have nothing but a broken city, without even a glimpse of the white tree; and if we do not win, we shall still be condemned to live this wretched fate. We have all heard talk of the fleeing of the elves, and for the first time I wish my children away from me. Wherever I go the shadow will infuse the air I breathe, it will soak the hard stone I walk on. I wish for my children to be sent somewhere far away, to the north, where war is but a whisper on the tongues of those who know too much and care to tell not enough.

I am old enough today. Time passes too slowly now, and all my heart asks is to be free from the treachery of this age. Men are dying for those doomed to die, and I can do naught but watch the bodies, once magnanimous men, kings of men in their own rights, pile against the walls. I can do naught but watch the bodies being hurried in for healing from wounds that will never allow them to recover. I can do naught but watch men fall to another's sword, to another's arrow. I could do naught but feel my rage swell inside of me. I would defy the hand that fate has dealt to me, I would not have to see this horrible battle through. I could escape it all. I laugh, at this moment all I feel is pure bliss. My sword is sheathed, and I am smiling.

A/N: Just in case you didn't understand the last line (I know I wouldn't have understood it had I not written it), the sword is sheathed in the woman. P If you wish to you can review. *nudges*