The Terror
LOTR Fanfic
The Orc army surrounded Minas Tirith, battering the walls with their catapaults and siege engines.
Many soldiers fell upon the orc hordes, slaying many, but being hewn in the process. A River of blood began to form outside the gate that had been smashed in, as those that could still fight poured in. A loud crash bought with it a chunk of rock, which cut off the corridor between the walls and the gate. Blood could be seen still seeping in though the cracks. Those trapped on the other side, tried desperately to fight off the advancing hordes, tearing at the rock like frenzied animals, whose only purpose is flight in the face of a dangerous foe. They tore at the rock until their fingernails were spent and their nerves began to fall out or snap. Finally, they went silent, having been stabbed from behind. Gandalf ordered the archers to take the horde out. A Hail of arrows found their marks, again and again, they came, until the horde stopped moving. Even the eyes were hit, rendering the few survivors blind and bleeding. A great wail rose up from Minas Tirith as the survivors found their dead or dying friends and family. But Gothmog did not care. "Move into the city, kill all in your path" he said.
It was dawn when the Gondorian soldiers saw the Orcs rushing upon them. Rage overtook them. Three Soldiers took hold of one orc and beat him mercilessly, kicking his stomach and doing all sorts of questionable and truly horrific things to him, so that he was without eyes, ears or sexual organs.
The wargs attacked in concert with the orcs and managed to kill many more men. The fighting grew fierce and Pure rage overtook the gondorian soldiers. they grabbed one warg and ripped out it's jawline, leaving it a mess of nerves and gums, spewing blood everywhere and whining from pain. Gandalf slew it and turned his wrath upon the Orcs who fell before him. Gothmog turned and saw the Rohirrim. Fear came upon the orcs and they began to quiver and shake. The surviving orcs pleaded for mercy.
Three orcs suffered Partiularly gruesome deaths:
The Orc champion: Jaw ripped out with a lance and feet cut apart. Made to walk on all four bloody stumps and spat on, before being cut down.
Archers: Sexually violated with their own barbed arrows and castrated with them, before being disembowled
Gothmog: Blinded, beaten to near death, then Raped by sex starved women whose husbands, he had murdered. He was then thrown to the starving masses and eaten alive.
Aragorn and the Army of the dead arrived to a City of cannabalistic soldiers and long dead corpses/
Even the Oliphaunts had been skinned alive.