Renamira sat up with a start. She looked around. Oh, good, she thought, I'm still here. I'm still in the camp, I haven't left yet. She laid back down and tried to relax. But it was hard, especially after seeing the dream again. She had seen this dream over and over since she was a small child. But it always changed. She never knew what to expect. This time, she had been whisked away to another land, and when she awoke, she found herself back in the orc camp. Sakgahn had sent her here earlier that morning, after telling her the plan for her escape of Sauron. She still didn't understand it. But as far as she knew, she was still on her way to the war with 1000's of other orcs. It was just her luck.

But the dream was the only thing on her mind. The strange thing about this dream was that she was sure she had never seen any of the things in her dream in her life before. The dream always started the same. She would see a strange, yet beautiful woman walking towards a pile of sharp, black rocks. She always carried a bundle, yet Renamira had never seen what was inside the bundle. Then, the woman would wander over to the rocks, set the bundle down, and begin to sing. It was the most beautiful song Renamira had ever heard. The song, however, mentioned her name, so Renamira grew even more suspicious, and more curious. Then, Renamira never knew what would happen. Sometimes she might be carried off on an eagle across the sky, or sometimes she would ride away on a horse across the wide open fields. But the dream always woke her with a start, and she never knew why.

But now it was morning, and Renamira knew she must continue the long march for Gondor today. She quickly dressed, putting on the orc armor, and getting ready to be Kefnaru, her fake orcish name, used for hiding from Sauron. Then she walked outside, ready for the day.

Esgalia sighed. She had just been summoned to Denethor's house again. She really didn't want to see him right now, but he was the steward, so she had to go. She walked up to the seventh level, and from there, she entered the house of the stewards. She walked over to the chair where Denethor sat. His face was grim and expressionless, and he looked as he always did, deep in thought. Then, he looked up and said, "Ah, Esgalia, there you are. Come, come, I have a job for you to do." Great, Esgalia thought. Denethor's jobs were never very fun. "What would you have me do, my lord?" she asked. "Well, seeing as you are the head of the rights for women and children, I have decided that you will lead the exodus out of Minas Tirith." "What?" she asked, a little confused. "Because of the war, I have decided to send all the women and children to a mountain province for protection. I am going to have you lead it." Esgalia didn't want to do this job, but she could not argue with the steward of Gondor.

As she walked back to her small house, she thought about Denethor and his antics. Most people thought he was a kind and wise ruler, but she had known the truth for a long time- he was a cruel man and a liar. For 21 years she had known this. And she still held it true. She remembered the first few days after the tragic "incident". She had had to be dragged into Minas Tirith, because she had fainted with grief on the fields of the Pelennor. Then, Denethor had tried to be kind to her, even though she tried to avoid him. And not long ago, he had made her the head of the "rights for women and children" movement. She really disliked that job.

Now she knew she had to help the women and children escape the terrors of the oncoming war. But as she worked, she envisioned, as she had many times before, her daughter standing next to her, working to help save the city. Little did she know, but her daughter was on her way there right then, in the orc army.