There isn't any important event in this chapter, so I am sorry for that. This chapter is there to explore inner thoughts of three less important characters more.

Although, what will happen at the end, you guys might find interesting.

The wind was flowing above the walls of Minas Hîr, while a small dark-haired boy with blue eyes was on its walls, a grey-colored wolf beside him. The wind sometimes seemed cruel, bringing cold and snow with it from time to time, but the wind was nothing like war. The war however, was in a way like the wind. Sometimes, you can see it will come and you can prepare for it, you can light the fire and take something to cover yourself. You can go to the market and buy the food you need, and then enter your house and stay there, until the wind passes.

But sometimes, it comes out of nowhere. It flows and you feel cold, and you are very far from your house, and you are in the field and you cannot find any wood to light the fire. The fire would cease, and the wind would be stronger than it. You don't have anything to warm you and you don't now what to do. If you are smart, you will come up with something, but at least a minute or two you will stand without any idea.

Arah couldn't sleep for many hours when he went to bed. He could only think of Arrana and father, and mother, and Isaiah and uncle Ondoher, and Minardil and Benjen. Especially about Arrana and father. Arah saw only a month or two of a war (since he didn't remember the war against Idolites at all), but he was certain of one thing: he hated war so much now. Two days ago, he heard that the blacksmith Alion was killed in a battle, and Arah didn't know what else to do but go to his bed and cry. He liked blacksmith Alion. He was a tall, big man, slightly fat, but likable, with a full beard. People would think he is a hard person if they saw him, but he was actually very friendly, especially towards children. When Arah was seven years old, it was his mother's birthday, and he wanted to buy her something. He came to blacksmith Alion, and he made a little necklace for Arah. Arah offered him gold, but Alion refused, saying: "Seeing a son who wants to make his mother happy is a great enough payment, little lord." Arah remembered those words and felt sorry. Arah would offer him gold many times again, but Alion would always refuse. He promised he will give Alion that gold one day, if in secrecy, like putting it in his pocket or on a table. Now he never will.

Galbart touched Arah's back with his snout. Arah smiled at Galbart and petted him. "Hey, Galbart." Arah told him and took out of his pocket two blueberries. Arah always though wolves eat meat and meat only, nothing else. However, Galbart seemed satisfied with blueberries. He asked for them a lot actually. He was a really strange creature, but Arah loved him that way.

"Arah!" the voice was heard and Arah saw Túrin on the walls as well. Arah swallowed. Túrin didn't seem happy. "How many times I told you not to climb on the walls?"

Arah glanced around, remembering. "Actually never."

"I don't need to tell you, Arah!" Túrin raised his tone, and Arah flinched. Arah then looked down on the ground, not wanting to look in Túrin. Túrin was usually a person who smiled at everything and looks for jokes in everything. However, he also had his moments.

Túrin sighed. "Arahael." he said with a lower, yet still tone of authority and starting walking to Arah. "I know you are upset. We all are." Túrin sat down beside him. "I know you are worried, but..." Túrin stopped talking and just placed his hands on his face. Túrin was maybe trying to find the right words to explain to Arahael what's happening. But Arah didn't need explanations. He already knew what is happening, but as always, everyone assumed he was stupid, because he was a boy. Sometimes, that would irritate Arah immensely, but now there were more important things than his feelings.

"Are there any news about Isaiah and uncle?" Arah asked him to break the silence. Túrin looked down at him, with that kind of look that Arah could already guess the answer.

Túrin shook his head. "No." Arah wasn't surprised , but was sad. "Absolutely nothing. He didn't send any messenger." Arah knew what Túrin must have been thinking now. He must have been insulting Isaiah in his head for not coming to Minas Hîr to rule it like he should. Túrin wasn't bad at ruling, quite the opposite-but that was Isaiah's duty, not Túrin's.

"My lord!" Baldor came, breathing hard, to the walls, and he bowed his head. "My lord, a group of soldiers is sent from Arendelle, and they have a message from lord Isaiah!"

"From Isaiah?!" Túrin's eyes widened.

"Yes my lord." Baldor answered, and then one man in full armor just came in without any introduction, and he bowed his head and took off his helmet. He was smiling.

"My lord, I come with wonderful news!" the soldier exclaimed, with the biggest smile Arah has ever seen.

"Say it!"

"There was a great battle around Arendelle. We fought for the entire night, trying to defeat the Red Snake's men!" the man laughed. "And we did! We won my lord, we won!"

Túrin smiled, while Arah was just emotionless. He was glad Isaiah and Ondoher were right, but felt nothing else.

"My lord, something that I also have to tell you is that lord Minardil and lord Benjen are also in Arendelle, alive and in one piece!"

Túrin now laughed happily at that, and so did Arah, and they both looked into each other. Minardil and Benjen are found!

Yelena was surrounded by soldiers of Gondor. For days, she was looking for Calen, and she wanted to find Minardil as soon as possible.

Her body is not that strong anymore like when she was young, but that stupid little brat ran away and is making her walk miles after miles to find him. Yelena always loved Minardil, but sometimes she had a desire to spank like he was a little baby. Most of the time, he behaved like that.

Poor Benjen, she thought, he always followed Minardil everywhere.

"My lady." a soldier walked towards her. "My lady, lord Rastimir wants to have a word with you."

"Rastimir?" she thought. "He is here?"

"Yes, my lady." he responded. "When he heard you came here, he..."

"Bring me to him." she stopped him.

"Yes, my lady." he said, not happy that he was interrupted. "As I said, the report of your coming reached him..."

Yelena didn't listen to him, but just followed him to the camp full of armoured soldiers, waiting for her. All of them had grey wolves on their breastplates, except of the soldiers standing in the middle, in the great group. These soldiers had little armor, and on their breastplates and on their banners, they wore two-headed black eagles, with small crowns above their heads.

At the head of those soldiers was a man with longer beard and a long face. His hair was quite long. He was tall, around six feet and two inches tall. He was considered handsome by women when he was younger, except Yelena, of course. He is not ugly now, but he did lose his youth and his hair and beard where starting to grey now.

He and Yelena never looked similar, even though they were full brother and sister. Calen was her half-brother, but he looked like her. Rastimir didn't.

Rastimir bowed his head and Yelena bowed her head in return, and she slowly walked to him and hugged him, kissing him in the cheek. Rastimir and Yelena both smiled. They didn't see each other for a long time.

"I am so happy to see you." Yelena said and touched his cheek. "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"I missed you too, as well." Rastimir said, his dark eyes smiling. "When I heard my little sister is here, I wanted to see her."

"And to help her?" Yelena asked him.

"I know she needs help, but I don't know in what."

"In finding her son." Yelena said and looked into the distance. "Minardil ran away from Minas Hîr, while chasing two prisoners that escaped from the dungeons." Rastimir's eyes widened. "He took his cousin Benjen as well."

"Dear Israel." Rastimir said, terrified. "When did that happen."

"Almost a month ago."

"A month?" Rastimir said. "How didn't I hear about that?" he glanced at his soldiers.

"We kept that a secret from everyone." Yelena answered. "We didn't want common folk to be afraid."

"And my brother-in-law left his wife and children alone, didn't he?" Rastimir scoffed, and Yelena rolled her eyes.

"Rastimir, Aramir is first of all your lord." she said. "He is also my husband. He went to gather an army and defeat the Red Snake."

"And how did that end?" he asked her.

"Based on the reports I have," Yelena said. "he won." She knew it was true. "The Red Snake is in chains now, and he is given over to the priests and trial is held against him. He is either going to be stoned or hanged on a tree."

Rastimir nodded. "So he won, but lost his son? A great accomplishment."

"Rastimir, when will you stop talking about that?" Yelena said. "I've been married to him for almost thirty years, you are behaving like I met him yesterday."

Rastimir wanted to say something, but Yelena silenced him with her finger. "Enough of this." she said. "I need to find my son. Now. Calen is a day away from here. We will side with him and look for them."

"If he cares about his nephew, of course." Rastimir said, and Yelena just waved with her hand. Rastimir never loved Calen, because he was illegitimate. She and the mother tried to make them love one another, but that is a childhood dream, and it's long gone.

"How many men do you have?" Yelena asked Rastimir and turned to look at her army. Rastimir placed a hand on her shoulder and showed her his army.

"This," he started "is one thousand men at your service," he bowed his head. "my lady." Yelena smiled when he said that. A young man walked towards Rastimir. He had no beard, but his face was like Rastimir's. Rastimir patted him on his shoulder. The young man had eyes like Rastimir, and he was almost as tall as him, and pretty easy on the eye.

"My lady." he said and bowed his head.

"This," Rastimir said, looking at her, "is my flesh and blood."

"Vladimir?" she said, glancing at him and smiling, while young man looked down with a smile. "I remember you when you were a little boy. You were a sweet child, and you grew to be a very handsome man." she winked. "I bet the girls lose their breath when they look at you."

"Oh, stop, Yelena, it's not smart to compliment a young man so much when he is going to battle." he looked at his son. "He is going to lose his mind." he slapped his son in the shoulder and chuckled. "Come on, leave."

"Hugg your aunt, first." she said and hugged the young man. "Go now."

He smiled and walked away from both of them, leaving Yelena and Rastimir alone again. Rastimir sighed.

"Let's go find your boys." Rastimir said. "I think Minardil is the only person dumber than your husband."

"He is a dumb boy." Yelena said. "But my husband is not. And I don't want to hear you talk like that about him again, Rastimir. In fact, I order you to shut up and not talk about my husband anymore." his eyes widened. "Not even the good things." Not like you even think anything good about him. You never did.

"As you wish, my lady." he said. "We should talk about plans, however."

"Of course we should." she said. "We must prepare our men for many days of walking. There is a great journey before us." she took her staff. "I will go and look how my soldiers are now. You take care about your soldiers." she said and Rastimir nodded.

Yelena walked alone, refusing to walk with any guards of hers. All guards worry too much about her safety. There is no danger here. She knows that very well.

Soldiers were all talking to each other. They were either talking together, or gambling or eating their soups. They were dressed lots of things. Some of them in filthy rags, others in best armor. Some broken axes and spears, some had most beautiful swords she ever saw.

Among them were many handsome young men. Yelena sighed in sadness when she saw them here, in army. Those young men should live happy lives on the farm, married, living in peace. Instead, they joined the army, and many of them will die. Those young men are the future of Israel, and many will lose their lives. All because one man started a war. She hated the Red Snake, like everyone in Israel did.

Yelena became thirsty and sat beside a nearby well, full of fresh water. She pulled some water out and drank it. An old, half-blind man was sitting beside a well. He probably didn't notice her. He was trying to reach for the bucket, but he couldn't touch it, nor could he see her. Yelena felt compassion for this old man and offered him the bucket.

"Here, good sir." she said. "Drink something." he touched the bucket, and he smiled.

"Thank you, thank you, daughter. Lord bless you." he said, and drank some water from the bucket, using his hands.

"What is your name?" she asked him. The man looked at her, as if he could see her. He was silent for some time, then he looked away.

"I don't know." the man said. "I've forgotten it a long time ago. I only have..." he said with a sadness in his voice. "...memories."

"Surely, you must have a name." she asked him. The man decisively shook his head.

"No, daughter." he said. "No one around me ever said it, and so neither do I remember it. My voice didn't have enough strength to repeat my name all the time. So, I forgot it."

Yelena sighed. Poor old man, she thought.

"What would you like me to call you?" she asked him. The man looked into the distance for some time, thinking.

"Maveth." he said. "You can call me Maveth." his voice was weak. "I always wated to be called Chaim. But that was never fated to be my name." She sighed again and sat beside him.

"Are you a soldier?" she asked him. The man leaned close to her, probably unaware he was coming to close.

"It can be said I was." he said with a shaking voice. "I fought, and saw a lot of suffering and death. I killed many people, and I regret all of that death. And now," he looked away from her. "I am marching with an army."

Yelena looked away into the soldiers around them.

"Tell me," the old man said. "you are Yelena, wife of lord Aramir, aren't you?"

Her eyes widened. She didn't want to lie to the old man, though.

"I am." she answered. The man chuckled.

"If someone told me I was going to talk with a lasy of Gondor herself," the man started, "I would have kicked him in his butt." Yelena chuckled.

Yelena sighed and got up, leaving the blind man alone. Poor old soul, she thought.

Yelena still observed what her soldiers were doing. Whenever she would look at them, they would stand up and bow their heads. Yelena would mostly wave her hand, telling them to stop. The soldiers were all loyal to either Rastimir or her, ready to throw themselves into the sea if either of them told them that. If only Minardil was that obedient.

What about Isaiah? Or Aramir?

"Yelena." Rastimir walked to her, with a worried face. "A messenger has come. From Isaiah."

"Isaiah?!" she exclaimed. "My son! Bring me that messenger."

"Here he is." Rastimir said, and a soldier in a brown armor bowed his head, panting.

"My lady, Yelena, lady of Gondor, daughter of the eagles," he was breathing heard the entire time, "I, Calian, have come as a messenger from your son, lord Isaiah, with the message that our enemy, the Red Snake..."

"Hold on, hold on!" Yelena said. "Calm yourself, friend. Take some breath."

The man inhaled. "My lady, I have to tell you all of this immediately, because I feel like I will pass out."

"Help him get that armor off." she said, and they started removing his armor. Rastimir took off his breastplate and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come on friend." Rastimir said. "Breath."

Calian finally breathed and sighed.

"Thank you, my lady." he said. "My lady, the Red Snake is defeated."

Everyone started cheering and Yelena smiled. "Arendelle is defended and lord Isaiah is alive. Lords Minardil and Benjen are with him.

"That's a miracle!" Rastimir exclaimed.

"Wait!" Yelena said. "Arendelle is defended? My son Isaiah defended it? What about Galenlond, and my husband?"

The man glanced around himself. He was confused.

"You...you haven't heard, my lady?"

"Heard what?" she asked him. Calian closed his eyes and sighed.

"Oh, my lady." he said. "At Galenlond, the Red Snake won. He captured both lord Aramir and lady Arrana."

Yelena's heart stopped beating.

The man who called himself Maveth was sitting alone when lady Yelena walked away from him. He didn't know should he feel sorry for her or happy for her. The man who called himself Maveth looked around himself and saw all the people that are going to die very soon. Just like all men die. He will join them after everything is done.

"It will all be over soon." he whispered. "All will be over." he looked down to the ground, with sadneess. He was waiting for his time.

Like I said, nothing happened. I am sorry for this chapter being almost meaningless. I imagine you have all grown tired of Gondors. I cannot say I am tired of them, but I was on them for too long already. In three or two chapters, I will get back to Elsa and Anna, and, alongside Aron, they are the characters I want to shine the most.

Thank you for having patience to get through my dry and plain English :)