The Pelenor Fields

By Enelya Took

A/N: I don't really know why I wrote this. It just all randomly popped into my head at study one day and you know how it is when you have an idea you just have to write it down. So I did and this is the result. I hope that you enjoy.

Now was the time for the free man kingdoms of middle earth to united and battle against the growing forces of evil. This was the same darkness that threatened to consume the whole of middle earth. The riders of Rohan came from the east the dead from the west and in the center was the long standing fortress of Minius Tirith. The free have now railed in a strength that may yet stand up to the test that the dark lord has given.

On this plain of old came two conflicting armies. Great in both numbers and strength, hoping to crush the other. The army of the Dark Lord had only one purpose which was to rid the world of any apposing threat. He also desired to reclaim the ring of power. this would give him absolute rein over the realm of middle earth. Yet the army of men fought for not only the lives of the women and children but for the very future of their fading world. If they did not succeed then all is lost.

They now rested little hope on the hobbit that struggles through the growing darkness. He carried that one thing that matters in this war, the ring of power.

The soldiers stood at ready with fear nearly over powering their loyalty to the crown, but still they stayed true to their cause. Trembling with anticipation of the gruesome battle that would soon determine the very existence of their world, the soldiers waited.

The silence was eerie and weighed heavy on the men's fearful thoughts. The wind blew across the field. A thick layer of darkness covered the grass. It was the veil of the Evil Lord's army. It had now come to destroy any good left in the world. It would start with the fall of man.

To most it seemed a senseless thing to fight for they were greatly out numbered. Yet the twinge of courage still held strong in their hearts and the soldiers stood their ground. Thought hope had seemed to have faded into a faint existence the men stood and readied to face the ever growing army of Mordor.

The rasping of a horn, a single horn, sounded the approach of the army of evil. The black veil of Mordor now moved with a hunting quickness. They marched on the weakened city of Minius Tirith.

The men scrambled to find a place at which they might have some range with their arrows. Quickly gathering at the tops of the walls, the soldiers of the white city let loose a volley of arrows. They had barely made a dent in the massive line of black that marched ever closer to their city.

Now hope seemed but a distant dream that was foolishly dreamt. Most were certain that the white city would bow to the massive army of the Dark Lord. They believed that this was the last stand against the power of Mordor.

So began the Battle of the Pelenor Fields.

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Thank you for reading. I hoped you enjoyed my little spur of the moment idea. Please tell me what you think. Thanks again.

Enelya Took