A pivotal scene in Hroswyn's life. Her husband's gone to war on the Pelennor Fields, Aldburg is full of largely defenceless refugees, and now the horizon is glowing red from enemy fires... indeed, wouldn't it be too easy if the evil only concentrated their efforts on Minas Tirith like everyone else? So she dusts off her hauberk, rallies all the women that are able and ready to use a weapon, equips them with whatever rusty chainmail and dented helmet she can find, and sets up to defend the city and all the people in it from the coming storm...













