Just a brief snippet…
In the era of the Great Battle for the Ring, a steward has lost his mind. With the enemy bearing down on the country of Gondor and hope dwindling to its final wick, Denethor decreed that the messengers shall no longer be the positions of men, but rather the stations of able women. His theory created more room for sluggards to stay in the comfort of their homes by announcing that there shall be more room for warriors to fight the (losing) battle, while the women—those watching husbands, brothers, and sons fall—might "do their part to see the victory at hand". Galrien, a soldier's widow, is one such heroine. When she falls into the hands of her comrades, the abuse she has endured washes away. The forest of Osgiliath shows that it has more to it than meets the eye.
Galrien grieved. Bowing her head, she let a tear escape. It was the only thing that revealed her mood and not even Denethor, staring her in the face, noticed. The cold, marble halls closed in on her and the grey crept into her eyes. She was done feeling. Her mission, though it might take all she had left, would meet completion.