Aglor Parth was filled with the noise of ten thousand men, who were all talking about the coming battle, gathering their swords, spears, maces, axes and other weapons. The horses were neighing and resisting to ride with their masters. The dogs were as resistant, if not even more resistant than horses. They not only barked, some of them even started to bite their masters just so that neither they nor their masters can go to battle. It was a gift of animals, especially dogs and horses. The animals have that kind of gift, to feel that there are gonna be earthquakes, storm or other natural disasters. But they have a gift to feel the human disaster as well. Sometimes, animals seemed smarter than humans. Sometimes even better than humans. They at least don't fight for petty crowns and thrones.

On a certain high ground of Aglor Parth, Aramir was mounted on his horse, Eradan and Gad on horses behind him, fully armored, except of the helmets. Together with him on the high ground were also lord Rómendacil, lord Dol, lord Norrey, lord Caranthir, lord Gamoth, lord Dimil, lord Amloch, lord Aramund and lord Cregan, together with their own personal guards. They were all mounted on their horses, some of them wearing hard armor, some of them light armor. Only Adonijah wasn't in an armor or mounted on a horse. He was standing before all of them, to pray and bless their march to battle. He will follow them to the field Londis, but he will not fight but stay behind the soldiers. He is forbidden to fight, because of his priestly service.

Aramir was wearing a not too light, but neither very hard armor. His chest and his hands were well protected, while his lower part of the body could be protected better, but he didn't want to wear a harder armor. Protection is important in battle, but if you protect yourself too much you will not even be able to move and someone will kill you in all that unnecessary armor that will only make you slow and easy as a target. One would be barely able to pick a light sword if he was wearing a very hard armor, let alone a longsword, though longsword is not that heavy weapon as ordinary people think it is. Aramir wanted to be able to move and fight during the battle, not just protect his arse while everyone else of his men was dying.

"When are we marching, my lord?" lord Sador said. Aramir was still staring at the endless field of green before them, that was right before the great army of soldiers on the land. The sun was still seen, and it was surrounded by the clouds that were very far from it, but they will hide the sun at any time.

"We will march when the clouds hide the sun." Aramir answered and stood on his horse, ready to march to battle, but waiting for the cold. The heat was the last thing they needed right now, especially in all these armors.

The plan was set clearly. Londis was a vast field, full of green grass, similar to Aglor Parth, but with much longer and greener grass. There were almost no mountains or high grounds on Londis and the Red Snake's army would have no place to hide. But behind Londis there were huge mountains, and one man would need at least half an hour to pass them. Three or four thousand men will need even longer time.

So the plan was made to divide the army into three parts. One army will attack the Red Snake's men from the right, and the other will attack them from the left. The army on the left will be led by lord Rómendacil, while the army on the left will be led by lord Gamoth. The third and the largest army will be led by Aramir, and he will strike right into the Red Snake's army. The mountains will serve as our fourth army. And as the army of the Red Snake will not be able to pass through the mountains in short enough time, the Red Snake will be surrounded, and this time, he will have nowhere to escape. And neither will this time Law or trial be able to protect him from Aramir. When I find him, I will kill him right in the place. Or I will capture him and later behead him myself. Aramir then looked into Adonijah, and sighed. I will pray and fast for forgiveness Lord, because I killed him without a trial, but I will kill him. Sometimes, ends justify the means. Not always, but sometimes they do.

When the Red Snake was banished into exile the first time, Aramir said to king Agnarr that if he ever returns, he will kill him himself without delivering him to Arendelle. And king Agnarr didn't protest. Aramir didn't know will the queen of Arendelle think differently than her father, but it didn't matter.

The clouds were slowly beginning to come closer to the sun.

Aramir will not ask forgiveness of queen Elsa of Arendelle. He doubted he will need to. The young queen will probably realize herself that this, was in fact, the only way.

The clouds were now even closer. Almost touching the sun.

"What will you think of the Lord if you don't win this battle, lord Aramir?" Adonijah asked him. Aramir wondered that himself.

"I don't know Adonijah. If that happens, I will doubt the Lord, but I will try to understand." If that happens Lord, I will only ask You "Why?"

The clouds were now even more closer. Close enough. These clouds were very long, and they will hide the sun for a very long time.

If this battle is lost, then Aramir will pray that another battle will be won, or that the war will be won.

The clouds were now already hiding the part of the sun. They will soon cover it.

Just that my family is safe. May my wife, my children, my brother and his children all be safe. That will be enough for me.

The clouds covered the sun. Now the cold and darker day covered the lands.

"Let's ride!" Aramir ordered, and they left the height, marching to the field of Londis.

When they arrived, Aramir ordered entire army to stand still and let the archers fight first. He commanded the archers to raise their bows as strong as they could and when they fired the first line of the Red Snake's army was mostly laying dead on the ground. From this distance, Aramir saw that the Red Snake's men were all wearing light armors, or no armors at all, just small protection, similar to the armor he was wearing. The soldiers of the Red Snake were standing with raised shields, trying to protect themselves from the arrows of Aramir's archers. Of course, no one can protect themselves from arrows perfectly.

"Shot again!" Aramir commanded them and they obeyed. An army of arrows flew through the sky and hit the shields of the enemy's army. The sound of arrows hitting the shields was like the sound of a thunder. Now, the shields were more effective, and almost no soldier of the Red Snake fell. They were all standing still.

"Shot again!" Aramir commanded. Again the arrows and shields made the sound of a thunder, and again did almost no one fell. Aramir pursed his lips.

"Again!" when he commanded, the arrows again hit the Red Snake's men, this time killing more of them. But Aramir knew this is not gonna go this way. He placed his helmet on his head and took out his sword and raised it high.

"Cavalry!" he said and the archers moved so that the cavalry could replace them in the first line of the army. Aramir slowly rode into the first line, not before other horsemen, but among them.

"Spear!" he commanded and all the riders took out their spears and pointed with them into the Red Snake's army. Aramir's sword was still up, and he didn't still spoke, he was now slowly observing the enemy army, waiting for lord Rómendacil and lord Gamoth to go into their respective places. They left with their armies, tricking the enemy army into thinking they were running from the battle and now Aramir and his army of six thousand men were standing, ready to charge into the Red Snake's army. Then Aramir shouted.

"Charge!" when he said the riders shouted and rode fastest as they could into the enemy army. Aramir was leading them, standing in the midst of them and holding his sword in his hand. The Red Snake's men were holding their shields up, ready to defend themselves. But they will be unable to defend themselves from sharp spear that will go through their bodies, for the spear of Aramir's cavalry had spearheads made of pure iron and almost as sharp as the tip of a sword, and no one could survive if that spearhead hit his flesh. Then the spears hit the shields.

The first line of the shield defense was slowly starting to get destroyed. The shieldmen were all either killed or they decided to run away to not be killed. During that attack, Aramir didn't fell from his horse but fought the shieldmen from his horse, like the rest of his men. Unlike himself, Aramir's horse was armored to the teeth, and it couldn't be killed so easily. The horse started to neigh and it was afraid of blood, but Aramir wouldn't allow it to run.

Usually in battle, soldiers would try to be as far away from each other as they could to save their lives. But in this case, soldiers on both armies didn't care about their lives, just about the death of their enemies. The battle was raging on, the shieldmen being replaced by the fully armed infantry with spears and axes, and some of them even had swords. Aramir was surprised how the Red Snake had enough riches to pay for the swords, but it just crossed his mind, and he went on with the battle. It doesn't matter how he got them, it matters that he will lose them.

"My lord!" Eradan shouted, his helmet full of blood and his voice barely heard. "Is it now!"

Aramir knew he was talking about the signal to lord Rómendacil and lord Gamoth. But there was still no need.

"No, Eradan! Not yet! Wait for my orders!" he said and continued to fight.

The infantry that was standing against Aramir's cavalry was trying to kill the horses the whole time, and not the riders, which caused many of enemy footmen to die, and only a handful of Aramir's riders to fall. Aramir even chuckled at this poor idea by the Red Snake's men. This is what he taught them. Then he started to speak to himself.

"This is how you taught them, Aron? This poor idea is what you taught them?" Aramir even started to laugh. "Is this it? Is this all you have, Aron?" he still laughed.

Right at that moment, Aramir's horse neighed in pain and collapsed, Aramir falling from him into the grass. His head started to hurt, and his helmet started to ring, which caused him to get lost a little. At that moment, a hand grabbed him violently by the shoulder, and man started fighting him with his bare hands. Aramir was still lost a little because of the pain. It was a long time since he was personally in a barehanded fight like this. He hit his opponent in the stomach, as the huge man was without an armor, his chest being naked. The man gritted his teeth in pain and grabbed Aramir's helmet, taking it off him and hitting his head with it. Now, this was something that Aramir did experience a short time ago, and he quickly came back to his senses, and stabbed the man in the chest as fast as he could, picking up a nearby spear that he found laying on the ground. The blood came from the man's mouth, and Aramir took the spear out of his chest, and breathed, taking back his energy. When he saw an enemy horseman on the battlefield, Aramir threw the spear right into his head and the man fell dead to the ground. Aramir then glanced through the battleground and knelt, his hands looking for a weapon to carry. Aramir first found a shield, and then he found a sword that he picked up and started to fight on. He didn't take a helmet, as the spirit in his chest wanted to fight, and it didn't allow him enough time to pick up a helmet.

As Aramir was fighting, he noticed something that he expected-The Red Snake himself was nowhere to be seen. He was hiding, letting others do his dirty work instead of coming to fight like a man. It was an awful act on his behalf. Not that it surprised me.

The battle went on, and Aramir got into fight with two men armored into simple armors, similar to his own, both much younger than him, but a foot taller.

"I know who you are." one of them said, pointing his sword at him. "You are Aramir, the Wolf Lord. The one that the king hates."

"Excellent." another said. "King will be happy when we bring him your head, Wolf Lord."

"I don't think so." Aramir said and avoided the attack of the one of them. When he had the chance, he drove his sword into the head of one of them and this one fell dead in the place. But Aramir still had the other one to take care of.

"Pure luck, Gondorian." he said, raised his axe and charged at Aramir. Aramir at first tried to avoid him, and avoided three or four of his attacks (he couldn't count clearly in all this mess) and then tried to stab the man in the neck. But as he tried that, the man stopped the blade and held the blade in his fingers, gritting teeth because of the pain, while Aramir was gritting teeth because of trying to stab him. The man then turned Aramir's sword and hit Aramir head to head. Aramir again felt ringing in his head and tried to get up, but the man kicked him in the stomach four times as strongly as he could. His kick was very strong, too much for Aramir.

"I wanted to bring you to boss because he would like to cut off your head." he said while picking up his axe. "But now, I am sure he will be pleased enough if he just gets your head." He kicked Aramir two more times again. This was the greatest pain Aramir felt in recent memory. "Prepare to die Wol..."

He didn't finish because an arrow hit his head, and he fell right beside Aramir. That arrow probably came out of nowhere, since no one came to help Aramir to get up. Neither did anyone come to finish him. In all that blood and wounds and probably in the midst of all that battle, no one probably noticed that he is the lord of Gondor.

Aramir's head was still ringing, and his stomach hurt more than ever before in his life. He felt as if he was going to throw up, that is how strong that man was. He tried to get up, but his hands shook when he did that. He turned to lay on his stomach, and he saw a man standing nearby. Worst of all, that man saw him too. Aramir tried to reach the axe of the dead man beside him. He reached out his hand to the weapon. His hand touched handle of the axe, but the man behind him was coming closer and closer. The man yelled and raised his spear. Aramir, as swiftly as he could, reached the axe and threw it into the man's chest, making him fall dead in that very place.

Aramir stayed on the ground for few more moments, letting the ringing in his head, and in his stomach to pass.

He finally came to his senses and massaged the bridge of his nose. His head was still hurting, but he could go on with it. He looked around himself, the battle raging on still, and he stood in the middle of the battlefield. He didn't know how much time passed since he charged into the Red Snake's army with the horsemen. It might have happened five minutes or five hours ago. He didn't know.

He was looking for Eradan and Gad. He wanted for them to give the signal to lord Rómendacil and lord Gamoth. They were nowhere to be found. I will have to rely on the classical way.

"Eradan! Eradan! Sound the horns! Sound the horns!" he shouted as strong as he could. He could hear that his voice caused strong echoes around the battlefield, and he came into fight with many opponents while shouting.

"Sound the horns! Sound the horns!" he shouted again, killing another enemy. Then, a sound split the air. The sound of almost a hundred horns, giving signal to lord Rómendacil and lord Gamoth. Aramir was happy with this. Until something roared behind him and hit him in the back from behind. The hit was so strong that his back started to hurt, and he fell harshly on his stomach, and it started to hurt him. Again. When Aramir turned, he had a terrifying thing to see.

A creature that looked like a mix of a bear and a wolf, but larger than both, and it also had red, shinning eyes. It also had many arrows in it's skin. Hundreds of arrows, to be precise. No ordinary beast would survive so many arrows in it's skin. But this creature did. This...bear-wolf did. How Aramir named it. But the strangest thing was that at the top of this bear-wolf was a man, seemingly riding it.

The bear-wolf roared again and raised it's claws to kill Aramir, but not before a spear came through it's head. The beast fell to the ground, it's rider together with it. Aramir felt a sudden pain in his head and stopped moving and thinking for few moments. When he turned, someone was fighting the rider and killed him. When he turned around, Aramir saw Ethil's face, his black hair filled with blood and his armor too. Aramir then looked around himself as well, and saw that there were many of these bear-wolves on the field, their masters riding them.

"Ethil." Aramir said as Ethil was helping him to get up. Aramir was never happier to see a half-stranger like he was now. "I almost forgot you exist." Aramir then remembered.

"Wait, you were supposed to be with lord Rómendacil." Ethil was helping him to walk.

"I was my lord." Ethil pointed with his sword at the bear-wolves. "Until the Red Snake let these creatures at us."

"How? What happened?"

"He knew our plans, my lord." Ethil moved to somewhere where there was not fighting. "He knew we were there, and then he let those creatures on us."

Aramir sat down and breathed in relief. "You are bleeding my lord." Ethil said with concern.

"Not my blood, son." Aramir said, taking off his glove, touching his face and looking at the blood in his hands.

"My lord!" a familiar voice said and Eradan and Gad ran to Aramir, with around fifty men behind them.

"Are you alright, my lord?" Eradan asked.

"I will be fine." Aramir said. How? How did he know? How? "The battle. It is still raging on." he stood up, having his strength returning to him.

"We need to continue fighting." Aramir said. "We need to continue!" he shouted the last time, and he killed an enemy horseman and mounted his steed.

"Let's go cut off the head of the Snake!" Aramir shouted, and they followed him as he rode into the center of the Red Snake's army.

When he rode, Aramir saw a bear-wolf fighting some of his men. In anger, Aramir took out his sword, jumped from his horse right at the bear-wolf. He drove his sword into the bear-wolf's head and it roared in pain and fell to the ground. Aramir jumped from it before it fell, and he found himself on both of his feet. He took a breath.

"Put your weapons down." a voice said. Aramir looked up and saw that there were many of the Red Snake's men riding these bear-wolves, all holding spears, swords or axes. He looked behind himself and saw that only a handful of his company remained alive, Ethil, Eradan and Gad among them. Aramir couldn't believe his own eyes. He looked around the battlefield, most of his soldiers laying dead. And he brought them here.

One man that was on a bear-wolf looked more noble than the rest. He was tall, a man in late twenties, with a blonde beard and hair that was all put in a long braid, the rest of his head except of that braid was mostly shaved. Together with others, there was standing Adonijah, many people holding him. He had a bruise in his eye and his robes were all dirty and ragged. He barely looked at Aramir. He was too weak.

"Didn't you hear me?" the blonde man said. "Put down your weapons. Now."

"No need to bother with him, Refil, my son." a familiar voice said. "Lord Aramir wouldn't put down his sword without a good reason." Aramir's heart started to beat with anger, his eyes shinning with anger as well.

Then he came. He was the only one riding a horse, differently from everyone else. He was standing quietly on his horse, just staring down at Aramir, knowing very well that Aramir would want nothing more in the world than to break his skull and kill him quickly. He then smiled like a devil. He was provocating him, Aramir knew that, and he took so much strength and patience not to charge at him right now in this place and moment, even though Aramir knew that his men could not get anything but death from that.

"I am happy to see you lord Aramir, my old friend." the Red Snake said, still smiling like a devil. "You might want to look somewhere." the Red Snake pointed with his hand and Aramir followed it. His mouth were agape. He saw that the small mountains were no longer so impassable, because there was now a huge pass in the middle of them, through which an entire army could walk through. Aramir looked at the Red Snake, who was still smiling.

"How?"

"There is no time to tell you, my old friend. We will talk later about it, if we will at all. Now, be kind and drop your weapons and order your mean to do the same."

"I will ask my men to do so, but I never will." Aramir said.

"And if you do ask us, my lord," Gad said, "it will be the only order of yours we didn't obey."

"Are you sure you won't, lord Aramir?" the Red Snake said. Aramir pursed his lips.

"May the thunder..."

"I wouldn't give oaths so easily if I was you, lord Aramir. This might change your mind. Caine! Bring her!"

And then, few men walked, leading someone who had a sack on his head. Or Aramir thought it was a "he". When they removed the sack, his heart stopped beating. It was his daughter. Arrana. Arrana.

"So?" the Red Snake said. "You need something else? Don't worry, she wasn't hurt. She doesn't miss a hair, I didn't allow anyone to force her, she doesn't have any bruises, all her bones are all in her body, and she is in one piece. Now, drop your weapons and I promise I won't cut her neck."

"Father, don..."

"Shut your mouth, lady!" the woman took out a knife and placed it bellow Arrana's neck. Aramir immediately jumped, ready to save Arrana, but his men from behind held him. Aramir stopped breathing, just watching his daughter into her scared blue eyes. Aramir then looked down on his weapon, and then at Arrana again, then on the weapon, and then at Arrana again, uncertain at what to do. Aramir then cursed everything in the world and violently threw his sword to the ground. His men followed his example and threw the swords as well. Arrana closed her eyes because of that.

"Take them! Put them in irons!" the Red Snake commanded and again smiled at Aramir. "That's how I like you, my old friend. When you behave reasonably and accordingly."

Aramir looked into his daughter again. The sun was now above the sky again. He could only ask.

Lord, why?