Osgiliath

 Days kept passing by but soon enough I have returned back to the island. And there I have managed to meet her one, last time before the next task. That was the worst one I could ever get. But instead of worrying about it we just talked about her upcoming tasks that might have us separated for a long time. I nodded and looked at her. "Then both of us will be busy...Hopefully we will meet again after that time." - I said then calmly. She tapped the armrest with her finger. "I do not know how this all affects.

Arantion and his younger sister Irhiel sit on a richly ornamented stone bench in a mansion’s garden in Minas Tirith on a hot summer’s day. No clouds can be seen, except for the dark land in the east – there thunderclouds jam the sun’s way to the ground, and fiery thunderbolts flash.

“It was a relief. There are more rangers in culverts than we expected. It looks like a sanitarium. It did not lack apothecaries, but lacked accommodations for all the injured. Some were missing limbs, some were covered in blood, some head bandages all over their heads. The scenery was disturbing and sad despite the happiness we experienced from discovering this sanctuary.”

''Mablung decided to go the other way. We are not meeting up at Bar Hurin. I understand his decisions, meeting point is too far away and we are so close to Osgiliath. He said we better try our luck at night, swimming to the culverts.

''We are on our first steps towards the bridge. We had been told once we reach it the forces of Minas Tirith would breach the west side. With that, we will be able to create and opening channel and a hole in the forces of Mordor occupying the city. However, we are not there yet. We are under heavy fire.''

((Inspired by Siggald his post I wanted to add a little story as well. This is not written as an offense at all. I'm well aware of the level gap that keeps many from RPing in the region they want. I hope Turbine finds a solution for this RP issue.))