..••°°°°••..
.·:*¨༺ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 5 ༻¨*:·.
°°••....••°°

THE BATTLE OF THE PELLENOR FIELDS

Eomer and Theoden are fighting from horseback. So are Eowyn and Merry and the rest of the Rohirrim. They are beating the Orcs. ''Drive them to the river!'' Eomer yells. They chase the Orcs towards the river. ''Make safe the city,'' Theoden commands. Something attracts Theoden's attention. He stares with his mouth dropped open. They see a line of Mûmakil moving towards the Rohirrim. One of the Haradrim who steers a Mûmakil sounds a horn. They begin to charge towards the Rohirrim.
     ''Re-form the line! Re-form the line!'' The Rohirrim re-form up into their lines. ''Sound the charge. Take them head-on. Chaaarge!'' They charge towards the Haradrim. The Mûmakil sway their tusks from side to side ploughing into the Haradrim and throwing them up into the air. They trample all that they can. The Rohirrim bravely move in close, riding between the deadly feet. They fire arrows and slash at the Mûmakil. The Haradrim fire arrows from the backs of the Mûmakil. The battle is fierce. Many Rohirrim are killed. A particularly nasty looking Haradrim steers his Mûmakil and looks like he is enjoying it. The Rohirrim attack the Mûmakil from underneath with many arrows.
     ''Cut him down!'' Eomer spots the Haradrim, hoists up his spear and throws it at him. It kills him and he falls, his controls pull on the Mûmakil's ear, which makes it turn and crash into another one next to it. They both fall down dead, defeated. Eowyn and Merry weave between the Mûmakil's legs. ''Take the reins, pull him left. — She snatches a sword off an Orc as they gallop past — LEFT!'' Eowyn yells. Merry steers the horse left. They continue to weave in between the Mûmakil. They come in between the back legs of one and Eowyn slashes with both swords one on each leg. The Mûmakil falls.
     ''Aim for the heads!'' He fires an arrow at a Mûmakil's head. It rears up on its back legs roaring. ''Bring it down! Bring it down! Bring it down!'' They continue to fire at it, it falls backwards towards Eowyn and Merry. Their horse rears and falls, spilling them off. The Mûmakil falls towards Eowyn who manages to avoid been crushed at the last minute by rolling away. ''Merry!'' Eowyn screams. She looks around for him. Some orcs attack her and she fights them fiercely. Theoden sees her fighting. Merry walks out from behind the Mûmakil coughing the dust from his throat. A Haradrim sees him and attacks him. Merry fights fiercely killing several Haradrim until one picks him up. Merry doesn't give up and continues to fight. He slashes the Orc's throat and stabs him several times.
     Eowyn is fighting Orcs and she fights Gothmog. She punches him and he falls to the floor.

Legolas counts as he shoots his arrows. ''Fifteen, sixteen,'' Legolas counts. Aragorn fights fiercely on the battlefield, killing many Orcs. He allows his rage to rain down on the orcs. Eowyn crawls towards Theoden. ''Merry!'' Gothmog sees her and limps towards her. She hears him and turns and sees him. She tries to crawl faster as he comes towards her. Aragorn continues to fight, killing many Orcs. Eowyn reaches for Theoden's sword but it falls away from her fingers as Gothmog closes in on her. Gimli and Aragorn finish him between them. They are unaware of Eowyn.
     ''Legolas!'' He points out a Mûmakil coming straight towards them. Legolas runs towards it and jumps onto its tusk, he swings onto its front leg and then onto its back leg. He climbs up arrows that are sticking out of it and gains the top of the animal. He starts to shoot arrows at the occupants. ''Thirty three, thirty four.'' Haradrim run towards them, he fights them off and drops them down off the animal. Legolas grabs a rope and swings down to the side of the animal. He slashes twice at the straps and the whole construction slips sideways tipping off the occupants. Legolas holds onto the rope until he gains the top again then lets go and stands there alone. He moves towards the Mûmakil's head and fits three arrows to his bow. He fires them down into the Mûmakil's skull. As the animal drops to the ground, Legolas slides down its trunk to land safely on the ground in front of Gimli. He nods at him.
     ''That still only counts as one!''

Aragorn is continuing to fight. ''Come on then , come on!'' He kills all the Orcs around him and stops to look at the battlefield. Behind him the Army of the Dead bring down a Mûmakil. He watches as they move through the city killing all the Orcs they can find. The Battle of the Pellenor Fields has ended.
     Back outside the walls of the city, Gandalf and Pippin move forward to look at the Army of the Dead. They stand in front of Aragorn. ''Release us!'' The King of the Dead demands. ''Bad idea!'' Gimli says, ''very handy in a tight spot these lads, despite the fact they're dead.'' ''You have us your word!'' The King of the Dead hisses, sensing betrayal. ''I hold your oath fulfilled,'' Aragorn speaks, ''go. Be at peace.'' The King of the Dead smiles. There is a great wind and the Army of the Dead disappears. Aragorn looks around, he sees Gandalf who bows low to him. Aragorn smiles but his smile fades and turns to the gate of Minas Tirith. As the adrenaline seems to pass, his heartbeat accelerates by the thought of seeing her again. It has been seven days but it felt like a lifetime. Aragorn sheathes his sword as he starts approaching the gate of Minas Tirith.
     Once he approaches the gate, he waits.

And he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

And waits.

And ... waits ...

Aragorn watches the wounded people being carried to house of the healing. He witnesses Eomer running toward his sister's body, who lays on the battlefield, and cradles her. His heart sinks into his stomach as Eomer lets out a heart breaking cry. He sits down, his arms resting on his knees. Aragorn glances at the sun, which is close to setting. Aragorn bows his head and holds it in his hands.
     "Elessar." The sound of an angelic voice makes him look up. He is met by a brilliance light, causing him to squint his eyes. His hand covers his eyes from the bright light but slowly he starts to see a figure, not believing what he is seeing.
     "Do not lose hope, Elessar." Tears form in the man's eyes as he realises it is Iladya speaking. "Adoness," he whispers. His voice came out trembling and shaking. Her light figure lays a hand on his cheek as she kneels down next to him. He leans in to her touch as tears run down his cheeks.
     "A-are you," Aragorn breathes shakily, not daring to pronounce the word. He opens his eyes, not knowing he had closed them and sees the white light has gone. Aragorn sighs as his heart sinks. Aragorn tilts his head and rests it to the wall. He closes his eyes again as he silently weeps.
     "Aragorn?" The man opens his eyes and sees Legolas in front of him. Legolas had his eyes set on the gate as well, but he saw no sign of his sister. He grew worried and feared the worst. Legolas extends his hand, waiting for Aragorn to accept it. Aragorn allows Legolas to pull him to his feet and he gets pulled into a hug. The man sniffs while his body shakes. He finds slight comfort by his best friend. Legolas lets the tears run down his cheeks as the two silently mourn. Legolas breaks the embrace and looks at him.
     "We don't know what has happened to her," he sniffs, "I know she is alive. I feel it." Aragorn could not do anything but stare at him. The void within him has only expanded. He tries his best to find the light but that light is miles away from him. Or it has already left Middle Earth.