Drowning. The world was drowning in horrible madness, steeped in raging waves none could ever hope to control or expect to defeat. The wretched sea of the enemy covered the Pelennor whilst its tireless waves beat the shores of our city with fatal efficacy. Aid was needed desperately.
But who was left to look to? What was left to do? Rohan came not, the soldiers were exhausted, and dread now ruled all hearts. Who was left to overcome those roiling waters?
A large slab of marble crashed somewhere to my left. I winced.
No one, I thought bitterly. No one.