I stand on the sixth level of Minas Tirith and watch the black tide of enemies advance toward our city. Soon, blood will be spilt. I know that my knowledge and skills will be needed here, in the Houses of Healing. But I would much rather be down there, on the first level.
Because he is there. In vain I try to see him among all those tiny spots. He is among soldiers who will defend this city, and will be in the middle of the fiery bloody cataclysm that will follow.
I'm scared. The fear is paralyzing my thoughts. How will I endure those long hours, in the uncertainty that is killing? He is my life... without him, how would I live on? For me, there would be no more sun.
I'm so scared...
Eru, I beg you, watch over him.