The people had indeed been right, as they arrived the following morning.

There were scouts sent and Lord Aragorn thought of different strategies, but Irenia had never know much of war. Weird that she should now fight one.

The soldiers stood together while the commanders rode to the black gate and challenged Sauron to come out, but instead just an odd-looking, veiled man stepped out, escorted by some orcs.

Irenia was too far away to understand anything, and she had no intention of using magic to be able to.

Why should she? The battle would come, sooner or later. She was absolutely certain about that.

Instead, she took a look around.

What had looked like a big army in Minas Tirith now seemed small and week before the vastness of Mordor.

Rohirrim, Gondorians and Swan-knights were mixed in a big mess, without any, for her seeable, order.

They all had put on loads of armor, not like Irenia who just wore one of her dresses. It would only hinder her, and they didn't have anything fitting.

And, if her magic wouldn't protect her, she surely would be dead, and not the best armor in the world could prevent that.

She took a hold of her Mithril-knife that Master Telperion had given her. She would wear it with pride.

Then the commanders came back, having closed their negotiations.

An army of Easterling came from behind the Ered Lithui.

Orcs poured out of the hills behind them.

The black gates opened completely, and even more Orcs came out.

Too many to be defeated.

They were surrounded.

They would all die.

Aragorn quickly gave his commands and the armies ordered themselves around the two hills he had chosen. On top the banners of Aragorn, Rohan and Dol Amroth were put, and the soldiers used their spears to create a wall.

Facing Mordor stood the Dúnedain, accompanied by Elrond's sons, Imrahil and some swan knights as well as some selected Guardians of the citadel.

Irenia stood on top of the second hill, trying to look everywhere at once and find every possible danger. She didn't succeed, though. There were too many.

Then, as they fired their first arrows, the sun rose. Not glorious and beautiful like usually, but dimmed and frail.

It was hidden in the dust of Mordor and seemed to glow red. Of the blood they were about to spill.

The orcs from the hills were stopped from a swamp, but instead a whole pack of mountain troll came forward and just walked trough them.

Oh yes, they were going to die.

The trolls had soon reached their first row.

They didn't care more about the spears than of splinters. They went on, killing brave soldiers.

Some fell, one was slain by the Halfling.

Then the Nazgûl arrived. Their awful cries made Irenia want to cover her ears.

But she couldn't. She had to fight. And she would.

Singing, she summoned blasts of silver light that hit at least three of them headfirst.

They weren't dead, only annoyed.

Irenia lifted her blade, created some more light and packed into her Mithril-blade.

The Nazgûl wondered why she didn't do anything, and curiously, one came nearer.

Just as she had wanted him to. The plan had worked so far.

As he was close enough, she lifted herself into the air, gave a vengeful cry and rammed the blade filled with light in its chest.

It sceamed, then fell, dead.

Irenia made the body fleet through the air and land on the orcs.

The other Nazgûl had now found out she was not to be underdetermined.

They assembled and attacked.

Irenia let herself fall to the ground, making them fly into each other.

Meanwhile, the battle had continued. Oh, they were about to die very soon.

She built a wall of light to keep the Nazgûls away and then killed some trolls.

It was too easy. But they were dead, and that was most likely good.

She found the hobbit, laying buried beneath a troll. She didn't want him to die, so she sung him out and to Gandalf, who was standing on the other hill.

Just as the Nazgul's were about to attack again, help came. The eagles of Manwe had arrived.

Irenia sighed, but as her enemies left, she could no longer be happy. When Sauron called them away that would mean he had found a bigger danger.

And the Orcs were frightened. She could smell it in the air.

Soldiers decided now was a good moment to attack and did so, but Gandalf called them back.

Then all of them, Men and dark creatures alike, looked at the mount doom excitedly.

The tension was almost graspable, and then the Barad-dur collapsed and the Oroduin burst into flames.

The eye went out, and Sauron was defeated.

Then everyone except Gandalf went on slaying Orcs, who were about to run away. Many did, followed by great numbers of Easterlings.

But some remained, and though some arrows flew at Irenia, she was left alone and soon they had victory.

Victory.

They had won!

Then Gandalf called Gwaihir, and with two other eagles they set out towards the Mountain of doom, to rescue the halflings, and Pippin was about to recover.

They had won. With great loss, but Victory.

They could finally live in peace.

Irenia couldn't yet quite understand it. After so many years of waiting, pain and mourning, there would be peace.

How good that sounded.

A chapter!! Wonderful, isn't it? And I'd better get on writing. Lets see how far I get today.