Fire burns. Ash fills the air. Darkness surrounds us.

Flashes of orange, stokes of death, flaming spheres crash upon the fortress.

There is another slam against the mighty gates of the white city, turned grey by the night. They have started to hammer down the doors of our fortress and so our hope. And they have begun to thrust fireballs over the walls and into the lower residence.

I stand on a piece of rubble, higher than the men that stand beneath me. The men are quiet... Holding their breath. There is a breeze that blows back my white hair from my dirty face... And the flags of Gondor that stand tall above the inhabitance.

Legolas stands by my side, awaiting the shadow that dares to enter the kingdom.

"I do not know if we can hold the city in time for our allies," he says quiet enough for only me to hear.

I look at him. "Doesn't matter. If we can't defend this kingdom you can be sure we'll avenge it."

"If we die here I want you to know how much I love you." He still looks ahead.

"It is not more than I," I respond, taking his tensed hand to rub my thumb over it.

He almost hints at a smile... but one that only touches his lips.

I draw my sword and Legolas pulls out an arrow as another bang knocks wood from the gates down to the ground.

I hear Gandalf pull out the Foehammer blade from his belt as the men prepare for what is to come.

"Steady," the wizard says. "Steady."

Finally the wolf's head breaks a mighty hole into the wooden gate, the flames from the weapon's mouth licking the nose of Grond. It pulls back and we all ready ourselves, awaiting the final hammer to our doom.

"You are soldiers of Gondor," Gandalf says. "No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground!"

Just then the gates burst open, revealing three massive trolls three times the size of any others, wielding blunt weapons and wearing iron helmets, roaring with fury, ready to kill. Following them, come the orcs and goblins... An army only bred to destroy the world of men and the rest of us after.

Legolas lets an arrow fly into the mouth of a howling troll. But it swings its mighty hammer and takes out our men by the wave.

I charge into the battle field, shoving past running men who get taken down by the large monsters. I leap to the head troll as he swings his weapon and jump onto the hammer. Just as he brings it above his head I hop onto the troll's back, savagely stabbing through its thick skin with my sword. Legolas gets an arrow into one's eye behind me before it kills me with its ax

But the beast swings again.

I leap off the troll and do a roll on the floor to reduce the impact of the landing, just in time for the troll behind me to stab the one's back where I was.

Orcs and mutated creatures flood the bottom layer of the city.

And we can't hold them back.

They clash with our men. I block the blow of an orc with his sword headed for my side and swing his sword off mine, thrusting my blade into his gut and pulling it back out. But I turn as our men fall, knocked aside by troll's fist and flung against the wall... Death will take me here.

An elven arrow pierces the torso of an orc and flings him to the ground. I watch a silver armored soldier be sliced repeatedly until he stops screaming.

Demons overrun our army.

As the troll nears me ready to strike again I shut my eyes, backed up against a wall with no way of blocking or dodging.

But I hear it roar in pain first. I look upon the beast to see it clutching an ax that had been thrown into its shoulder. My gaze goes above me and I see stubby legs hop from the ledge, a deep battle cry from the person.

All around us dwarves land on the field. They came behind the city?

They fight off the monsters with cries of heroics and anger, mighty spirit filling the air.

Legolas is beside me. How does he always know when I get hurt?

He looks with concern in his eyes. But I can manage just fine. He really need not worry so much.

I stand to my feet as he fires arrows ahead of me at the monsters. I recover my sword and charge by his side to the enemy. I slash down on one's neck that fights a young dwarf, and twirl around to stab another that runs at Legolas.

I dodge behind the shin of the troll as dwarves pull it down, my feet hitting the hard stone and leaping over a black carcass.

I swing my sword across the lower back of a charging demon as I pass him, slinging dark slime against the stone.

Crowds of orc flood into the rubble filled city and I lunge towards one headed for me, hitting my sword against his when he aims for my neck, and kicking the thing hard on the knee cap with a battle cry. When it flinches I draw my blade and chop his head clean off. As the body falls forward I step on its shoulder and fling myself over and onto the orc behind him, my sword stabbing down inside the monster's collarbone and sinking us to the ground.

The last troll roars at me with burning anger as it approaches, the sound pulling back my hair and harming my hearing. I stare up at the creature and stand with my feet ready to dodge anywhere.

It swings a mace that is larger than five people, hitting the Rhȗn soldier in the head and smashing his face into a bloody mess, his body falling dead on the ground.

It readies to strike me and I hesitate, blocking the blow of an approaching orc with my blade high in the air and trying to leap out of the way.

But giant claws catch the troll's eyes and it roars out loudly in agony. Black wings flap and leave once the creature is blind. I finish off the orc with a slice across his throat and look up at Morier as the dragon leaves the courtyard.

Altogether we push back the armies of Mordor from the gates until dawn, but still the stone floors are full of the dead... Blood and darkness... As the rising of a red sun over the hills.

Even in small victories we cannot truly celebrate.

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As I run up the steps I pass a soldier, a young one, kneeling over a fallen warrior... Holding him in his arms and weeping bitterly, his hand caked in the man's blood... I look away as not to let myself cry and focus on what I have to do.

I see Legolas standing up on the overlook. His back is to me... But I approach him. At his side I stand, the breeze of the morning light blowing back our hair and chilling my skin.

"Our armies dwindle," I say.

"What can we do? Will this suffering ever yet end?"

"Even darkness must pass... Though this seems foolish enough..."

"That is what I also thought... But then I remember the last time I believed such things..."

I look up into his eyes, with a worrying expression I sense.

But he looks back at me with confidence. "Before I met you."

A smile almost reaches my lips. I look back down at the massive army that we haven't even made a dent in yet... "And I thought I could never be happy again until I met you... So we're even."

He chuckles...

I see my dragon gliding across the lands. He makes his way up to where we stand and we back up to let him land here. I run and hop onto him, grasping the reins. Legolas looks up at us. "I shall help the men!" he calls.

I nod and leap off the edge, my dragon spreading his wings in flight and letting us to surf the air.

I pull out my bow and begin to fire at the orcs below. The two of us the dive down into the army, letting out fierce battle cries, dipping down and getting so close to the ground that we are scraping up orcs with his claws and wings. I shoot arrows into the crowd and then we make for the sky again once enemy's arrows fly by. I can't take them all on alone, even if I have a dragon it will still be shot down if I allow it.

I turn towards the white city again when I see the nazgul surrounding the towers, huge bat wings stretched out, snake-like tails twisting and bending, megaloden sized teeth grabbing and tearing. The riders let out the shrieks of evil, stunning terror into the hearts of our soldiers.

I speed for the one that is perched on the edge of the wall of the center tier that faces the White Wizard who rides with young Pippin on his horse.

I charge ahead, straight for the huge dragon, letting out a savage cry as my beast claws his... When I see this I notice this ring wraith looks different than the others. He has on a steel helmet and wields a larger sword. This is the Witch King of Angmar.

His fell beast roars as Morier's claws dig into its neck. The two roar and fling into the air, my dragon biting into its wing and letting it go as it roars.

He and his rider look like they are about to attack me but a horn that blows gets his attention... So he turns and flies the other direction.

I gasp when something lands behind me. I look to see Legolas there. He had hopped from the ledge I was beside.

"There you are," I breathe. "I was beginning to think you took a nap."

"Getting tired, darling?" he asks with a smirk after I back up and he takes his seat right in front of me.

"Not yet," I return his expression.

He holds the reins.

"Kela," I speak, letting Morier leap off the edge over the fields with a blow of his huge wings down on the air. I hold on tightly as we take back to the sky.

"What's at?" I ask spotting a mist over the lands to the north at our left..

He looks and a smile hesitates on his expression. "That is the Rohirrim," he responds.

That is when I notice that it is indeed a humongous army of horse riders that covers the northern fields... I smile.

I can hear King Théoden shouting to his men, great speech of battle as he rides down the line, hitting his sword against the spears of his people... Then I look across the fields on the southern side and I can't believe my eyes. A golden line rests on the horizon, the army of Rivendell ready to charge. The horns of both Rohan and Rivendell echo in the Fields of Pelennor, a mighty cry of battle. Fear in the eyes of the orcs.

Shouts flow in the hills and cover both mighty armies of Eru Ilúvatar before us.

Then before my very eyes both armies charge down the fields, tearing dirt up behind them, their valiant cries ringing throughout the lands of Gondor. They are fearless and I too charge down with them, pulling back the string of my bow and readying for the collide. The armies of Mordor form to defend themselves but it matters not. The ring of the sword and spears fill the valley, the shouts of heroes, and the coming of the red dawn.

Under us, the heroes flood down the fields and into the sea of black.

With a mighty thunder the armies of Middle Earth clash for a single purpose, spilling blood and the sting of evil filling the plains. I see the horses ride in the midst of the creatures of darkness, slaying them left and right without fear or peril. The armies of Rivendell collide with the southern flank of the orcs and fight with grace and perfection, flowing like a wave, epic into the battle of the five armies.

As Legolas and I ride down through the fields of battle we slay with sword and bow. My dragon roars aloud and thrusts up an orc with its teeth that was about to stab a familiar elf, with flowing black hair, and armor like mine but silver. Arwen looks up at us thankfully but goes back to mercilessly slaying orc and goblin with a swift blade.

Both Legolas and I hop off the dragon and pull out melee weapons.

And with him at my side, I fight off the enemy, the minions of Morgoth's puppet Sauron.

I thrust my blade up to catch the blow of an orc. His back is ripped down by an elf behind him and I turn around, slashing open the muck covered chest of a yellowed toothed goblin, throwing black blood into the air.

I look left to see a sword stuck through an orc about to stab me. Arwen runs up and plucks her weapon from the body swiftly while I charge and grab the arm of an orc running at her from behind, whirling around and shoving my knife into the neck.

I pull it out and block the swing of an ax by crossing both my blades over, an arrow pierces the orc's neck and I let go, throwing the blunt weapon aside.

In the clearing I see not much, except Morier taking out another troll easily.

I charge forward when I see a familiar face, owning the group of orcs around him but others crowd. I sling my dagger into one with his sword up high. It sticks into the creature's chest and causes him to fall back.

I watch as the elf spins around with swift blades like an expert of experts, slicing the things and blocking their attacks.

One block and I run up, cutting open the stomach of the orc and finishing off another kneeling with decapitation.

Lord Elrond looks at me with surprise but also thanks in his eyes. He hands me my knife and I take it.

He turns around to give a nasty cut to an approaching goblin with his sword across the thing's stomach and I turn to fight one of my own.

I leap over one aiming for my legs and leave my sword stuck in its back when I land, throwing my foot around to kick another goblin in the jaw.

I grab my sword back and run just before a Rohirrim rider cuts down my path.

I charge through the crowd, aiding others in the slaughter of the evil, meeting dwarf, man, elf, and also a hobbit on the battle field.

I fly past running horses, spearmen riders throwing weapons into the oncoming enemy.

I thrust my knife into the back of an orc ahead that has its blunt weapon against a Gondorian soldier. Some of the army of Mina's Tirith are back at the fortress with a few dwarves, but most have migrated out into Pelennor Fields to help the others.

All I hear is the clashing of blades, the heroic cries of our people, and the snarling of the bloody orcs. Until the joyful noise of cheering can be heard, as the army of demons begins to disappear before our eyes, some even fleeing east.

My eyes search for some more of them to slaughter but there are none yet alive. Around me the victorious shouts can be heard of our men, the rearing up and neighing of the horses of Rohan, even the cheer from Morier up in the skies. The men all hold their fists into air with triumph.

I smile as I watch this happen all around me.

But the cheering slows... when we hear the beating of drums and the blowing of a high pitched, off tuned horn. In the distance, behind the thick fog of dirt, humongous towering, elephants come into the light, with enormous tusks the size of a skyscraper, the creatures themselves larger than four buildings combined, about twenty stories tall.

They march in a line, at least thirty of them that make their way towards us, the saddles on the back housing archers that chant as they ride. Spiked horns and teeth are wrapped around the feet and webbed through the tusks for domination. Red war paint as well, covers the beasts.

I stand by Arwen as she gazes up at the army with amazement, but not the good kind. "By the moon," I hear her mutter under her breath.

"Reform he line!" I hear Théoden call out to his men. The horses maneuver around until they are in formation once again.

Those of us without horses stand behind them. But I use my fingers to whistle.

Out of the air my dragon swoops down to me. I grab onto the saddle with both hands and throw myself onto his back, clutching the reins tightly.

I steer him upwards as Théoden calls out for his men to charge. Battle cries come from below me, filling the fields with dauntless wonder, echoing through the air.

The massive crowd moves forward, blowing up dirt and forming an almost arrow towards the giant monsters that below and swing their trunks about.

I shoot towards them along with my army, pulling out my bow and one arrow, focusing on the driver of the center that steers the foremost elephant. Now that I remember it, I think Nin had told me about these when we were exploring the woods. Mûmakil or Olephants they are called.

I pull back my string as the armies are about to collide.

I let it fly once I am close enough to the enormous beings. The arrow pierces the driver in the chest and he falls back from his place, leaving the Olephant to steer itself idly as I speed past the huge creature's head, dodging the arrows that fly at us from the warriors riding.

Our army crashes into theirs, horses and men running in between the feet of the massive beasts, as they roar and swing their tusks about the ground, scraping up horses and heroes and causing them to fly into the air.

I bank quickly before hitting one, arrows whizzing past my head. I turn my body around just as I am passing it to fire an arrow into one of the archers on the back. "Thirty-five," I say as it impales his neck.

I turn sharply to avoid another large Mûmakil and fly over the beast. As I head towards the army I see a rider of Rohan thrust a spear all the way up and into the driver of one of the monsters. It pierces the man's chest and sends him falling off the side, his steering mechanism getting caught in the ear of the beast, it roaring in pain and turning towards the ear that is pierced, forcing it to crash into its Olephant friend and knock them both over. That's when I notice the helmet that rider was wearing, a one-of-a-kind. The rider was Éomer. Who knew he could knock out two Olephants with one spear.

I put my bow away and pull out my sword. "Yah!" I command Morier and send us flying towards the Mûmakil with great speed. I steer us past the head of one, missing the tusks of it by a hair, and lowering down under one's belly. I reach up as we head through, seeing arrows stuck into the creature's skin all over it, and reach my blade upwards, cutting into the thick grey skin and causing it to bellow, collapsing onto the ground as I fly from under it just in time.

I catch my elf fighting orcs below as a large Olephant heads his direction.

"Legolas!" I call down to him in warning.

He looks up at me then to the beast walking towards him. He widens his eyes but then starts running for the creature. I watch as he miraculously grabs the tusk of the beast, its trunk trying to knock him off. But the elf climbs up the ivory and then leaps onto the front leg, clutching the arrows stuck in its skin and then hopping over to the knee of the back leg. He grabs arrow after arrow until he reaches the back of the creature. He pulls out his bow, balancing incredibly on the spine of the Olephant, and shooting into the crowd of men on the saddle tower. I can hear him counting there and I smile. The men jump out to kill him but he flings them over the side easily, then leaps off the back, clutching the ropes of the saddle and pulling out his knife. He slashes of the ropes holding the tower on the back with one swipe and holds onto that one, sliding back on top as the saddle falls the other way and crashes onto the ground. He puts his knife away and pulls out his bow, loading three arrows and leaping up to the skull, firing them into the thing's head. The creature cries out in pain and stumbles down, as Legolas surfs down the trunk and hops onto the ground. I catch him eyeing me with a sassy look as he stands, putting his bow on his back.

"That still only counts as one!" I shout down to him and I can see him laugh. But he turns to help another Gondorian before the man dies.

I look back over the horizon and notice there are still so many Mûmakil. And they take out our men, elves, and dwarves by the handful. Alright that's it. Time to end this.

I cry out and send Morier forward towards the beginning of the line of Olephants. I fly down the row horizontally, speaking to the creatures, "Nai uuvanimo turamin," just calmly as I make my way down the line of Mûmakil. As I pass each one, they turn, some of them reaching up with their trunks and yanking off their drivers, throwing them to the ground, and they begin to sweep up orcs and goblins with their tusks, walking east through the army of Mordor as the tiny demons cower in fear and run from them. I finish the line, turning each of them and they stomp on orcs, roaring into the air.

I catch a look from my Legolas on the battle field, staring with awe at the sight along with Elrond who fights by him.

I pull out my bow and charge into the army with a battle cry, along with the others who do the same, a new spirit in their souls now.

I fly over the crowd, firing arrows at orc and goblin below.

I see the ring wraiths ahead but they do not attack the Olephants, thinking perhaps that they are still on the same side.

Altogether we take out the army but there is still a good amount left, plus the nazgul.

I fly by alongside a great beast and take out the tower of Mordor warriors off an Olephant with a slash of my sword on the thick riggings. My eyes flash to my left when I see the Witch King on his dragon, heading straight for King Théoden who rides on his white horse covered in Rohirrim armor.

I lunge my beast forward, rocketing to him with lightning speed as I stick close to the saddle, ready to save him. I crash into the side of the fell beast like a train hitting a building, Morier's claws grabbing the side of it, pushing us both to the ground with a crash, dirt exploding into the wind. I tumble over the body of an orc and roll on the dirt until my palm stops me.

I look up from under my white hair, blown into my face. I taste blood on my lip and I push myself to my feet again. I reach for my bow but it is not there. I had dropped it in the flight... the bow Thranduil had his elves make for me.

I look at the fell beast in front of me, a scratch oh its side. It lifts its head and growls at me. I glare back and pull out my sword from its sheath.

To the left of me I see an approaching person. I look to see Théoden standing by me with his sword drawn, protecting me from doing the same for him.

The creature's wing moves revealing the Angmar nazgul king standing there, slowly moving his head our direction.

Something moves to the right of me. I look to see young Meriadoc Brandybuck lying in the dust by a fallen Mûmakil next to us. The hobbit staggers to his feet.

But my eyes flash back to the Witch King who is close to us all of a sudden.

"Return to the abyss!" Théoden threatens.

"You look upon the face of demise, fool," he responds with a snake-like, ghostly voice, deep and creepy. And he is a whole foot, if not three, taller than I. His helmet has two eye holes and gaps open at the mouth, but behind it there is only black...

He thrusts his mighty mace into the air, the massive spiked piece of metal as large as a horse's head flies over his head and towards me. But I hold out my sword after moving to the left, the chain catching on my blade and yanking it from my hands. I feel a sharp pain at my head and I am thrown to the ground, hitting the dirt hard.

I look up at the demon who stands there, Théoden still standing there with his sword ready.

"Finish her," the wraith commands his beast and looks back at the king. "I will end the man." The nazgul lord approaches Théoden. But a Rohan soldier steps out in between them and faces the demon. "I will kill you if you touch him," the soldier says with a familiar voice that I realize belongs to Éowyn. I can't believe it. She had disguised herself as a rider and come along on the charge. I could hardly recognize her with her hair tucked under her armor and a Rohirrim helmet over her face.

"Do not come between the nazgul and his prey," he threatens her.

My head turns to see the fell beast walking to me with a snarl on his teeth. He lifts his head up as I stand once more, fumbling to my feet. I hold out my hand to it. "U'tess uuvanimo," I command with a scowl.

The beast stops and hesitates, standing on its wings.

I look deep into the creature's eyes, telling it what I want with this silence.

It looks to the Witch King who is fighting both Éowyn and Théoden with his huge mace.

But as he brings the giant weapon back to swing again, the fell beast grabs it by the chain and rips the thing from the wraith's hand as he screams in anger.

He pulls out his sword and slashes the beast across the neck, spilling its blood onto the ground.

Éowyn lunges forward and clashes swords with the beast.

Out of the bodies walk two more wraiths towards us. I pull out my knives and run to the first, striking to the left but the thing blocks it with an echo of clashing steel. I use my other to block his maneuver of his sword towards my throat, then shove him off me. The black void that is the demon's face almost frightens me but I thrust my sword into the thing's heart, as a chilling pain runs down my arm, as if I had been electrocuted. I pull my hand back as it screams in pain, piercing my ears, and watch the thing fall into ash at my feet.

I pick up my blade once more and turn to see the other in a sword fight with Théoden, as exhausted as the man is.

I run to them but before I know it the creature turns and smacks me to the ground. I hit hard with a thump and look up to see it about to stab the king. But out of nowhere the fell beast of the Witch King grabs the wraith with its teeth and throws him aside, killing the demon just before it collapses with no breath, dying before his eyes.

The nazgul king holds Éowyn up with one hand, her clutching his arm and trying to breathe.

"You fool. No man can kill me," the wraith says darkly. "...Die... now."

My heart rate quickens. I know this to be true. And if no man can kill him then he will kill us all, after he slaughters Éowyn.

Just then I see something small reach up and stab him in the calf, making him screech and drop the woman to the ground, falling on his knees. Merry staggers back, holding his arm in pain.

But Éowyn stands up and rips off her helm after she picks up her sword, her long hair dropping into the breeze. "I am no man," she states simply and stabs him in the empty face with a battle cry.

I hear the screaming of the Witch King as she yanks the blade from him, dropping her sword quickly.

The wraith crumbles up, his armor collapsing on him and he turns to nothing but dust as he sinks into the ground and back to the depths.

I stagger to my feet once more and recover my sword. I look to my left and hold out my hand for get young hobbit that lies on the dirt. He takes it and allows me to pull him up.

Éowyn helps Théoden to his feet again as he looks into her eyes with shock. "Éowyn?" he breathes.

"Are you alright?" she asks him.

He doesn't respond.

But our attention is turned to the right as herds of orc head our direction. We stand back and ready ourselves but there are so many... I step over the body of the fell beast and pull out my sword, though a bit light headed and worn out. This is the longest I have gone without sleep, food, and even rest from a constant battle... But I will stand nonetheless.

They creep up around us. Even with all our allies we might not be able to win... We will die soon. There isn't much hope at this point.

As they approach us with snarls and growls I hold my breath. But out of nowhere green swords, transparent almost, slice through the army and before my eyes I see what looks like an army of zombies, though they can almost be seen through, and are each a pale color of green. Ghosts. They fight with swords and they come through everything like a nightmare, taking out demons left and right.

And in the midst of them I spot Aragorn and Gimli, slashing with rage and fresh energy that the rest of us have been somewhat drained of.

I watch Aragorn cut off an orc head with a sword that looks rather familiar. It is the blade of Elendil reforged for the king of Gondor. This sword he wields is the weapon of his ancestors, and one that murdered Sauron himself.

I run to him, hopping over carcasses. "What are these things?" I ask him.

"The Dernhelm, Vilora," he responds heroically, his thin black hair swooping against his face.

I don't know what he means but I hear a goblin behind me and I duck, letting the king stab its chest.

I fight by him and Gimli, hearing the dwarf count his kills loudly.

I charge ahead as one is left alive by the army, throwing my sword upon his shoulder to end him and stomping my feet against the ground as I speed past the Dernhelm.

Legolas tosses over an orc with a grunt before he stabs it in the chest.

The dwarf runs beside him, fighting off the army as companions.

I stand and try to breathe as I stand. I watch as the mist of green, the dead army, covers the valley, wiping out the enemy like a plague, flooding into the tiers of the white city and putting an end to he army of Mordor, leaving none alive.

I follow Aragorn through the field looking for survivors... carefully stepping over sliced bodies on the blood stained ground as the wind blows back my dirty hair.

But that's when I see Morier lying on the ground where we had crashed. I gasp and find myself running to the beast, jumping over carcasses of goblins.

I fall on my knees at the dragon's side and observe the deep wound in the side of his neck. His eyes are opened and he breathes hard.

I lay a hand on him gently and feel it shake.

I hear him bellow in pain as he breathes.

I shut my eyes. The wound is too large to mend...

His eyes look into mine and I stroke his head, the breathing slowing.

I swallow... "Lanta kaima," I speak quietly and watch his eyes shut... and the beat of his heart disappear. (Lanta kaima: sleep spell)

I feel one tear leave my eye and I breathe with struggle, resting my head on his neck.

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All around I hear moaning and crying...

I lift my head and look around the fields of bodies, there only the dead of us lie... I see a man of Rohan cradling another person and weeping...

The sorrow of us all can be heard echoing through the lands of Gondor.

The victory cannot be celebrated, for the dead are many... and grief of the loss is too great.

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