A day in Ithilien

Something feels overwhelmingly dark and grim about the lands of Ithilien, the land in which Aranya was living her whole life. The ranger felt darkness sinking its claws into once peaceful area of the Old Forests. The Tower of the Rising Moon, which is now known as Minas Morgul, keeps her brothers and sisters in fear as every time she looks at the path leading to it. Every single day she comes there, silently observing the road as if expecting the hordes of enemies approach so he can beware his comrades of the striding Evil, which is about to invade the lands of Moon-land. This is the only place she cares about, leaving Southern savages to be dealt with by Pelargir and the rest of South Gondor. Aranya's consciousness is her main ally and enemy at the same time. She is too curious to let the thoughts of possible attacks simply fade away. 
She always looks up at the bright blue sky, imagining what it would look like when the forests will be set on fire, if the White city falls and dead bodies of her kin will be planted atop of war-pikes, hanging off the cliff to Anduin. So many depressing thoughts visit her mind, which should be driving her crazy if being honest. But it is always better to imagine the worst so it can push you to do deeds for the brighter future. And once the evil leaves the Moon-path - Aranya will be relieved. But not now.