Chapter III: Attack on the White City

Aragorn was sitting on his throne when Gandalf walked up. He bowed and said,

"My Lord Aragorn, I have chosen a new route in order to get into Mordor."

"Yes, Legolas told me about that. How long will it take us to reach Mordor?"

"It would take us about a day to reach the Mountains of Shadow."

"And after that?"

"The Mountains of Shadow are very tricky to get through. We'll also have to watch out for traps that Sauron might lay for us. Also, there will be enemies we'll have to fight. Counting those, I'd say it would take us five days until we reach the Plains of Gorgoroth."

Aragorn sighed. "Thank you for your assessment, Gandalf. We shall get ready to leave soon.

Meanwhile, I have some things to take care of."

Gandalf smiled and left.

Aragorn got up and walked over to the balcony, looking out at Mordor. He wondered if Gandalf was right, and that it would be hard trying to get into Mordor. Legolas walked up and looked at him.

"Are you ready for this, old friend?"

Aragorn faced him. "I don't know. It seems like deja vu to me. We destroy Sauron, but ten years later he comes back and turns Frodo to evil. It's like the battle for Middle Earth all over again."

Legolas sighed. "I was just thinking that too. Out of all the Dark Lords in history, Sauron is the first one to come back to life."

"Let's just hope we can kill him for good this time."

As they were talking, a guard ran out on the balcony, panting.

"My King, there's something you should see!"

Aragorn frowned. "What is it?"

"The Nazgul...they're flying towards Minas Tirith!"

"WHAT?" Aragorn and Legolas rushed outside and saw the Nazgul flying on their dragons towards them.

Legolas nodded and ran to find Gandalf.

Aragorn turned back to the Nazgul. Their dragons were flying fast and were almost to the city. He turned to the archers. "Don't just stand there, get your weapons out!"

The archers started to comply, but the Nazgul were flying too fast. They had reached Minas Tirith, and had started to attack. The dragons reached down and grabbed some of the archers by their teeth, snapping down and hearing the bones crack while eating them. Panic filled the streets as the Nazgul continued to attack.

Aragorn looked around and ran to the armory, grabbing weapons. Legolas came in and grabbed some also. Aragorn looked at him.

"Where's Gandalf?"

"He's coming, Aragorn. He'll be here any second."

Just then, Gandalf came bursting through the door. "What in the Valar's name is going on?"

"The Nazgul have ambushed the White City. They're attacking as we speak."

"What? Get me down there, now!"

Legolas nodded and opened the stable door, where a white stallion was staying. Gandalf hopped on the back of Shadowfax and rode off. Legolas and Aragorn grabbed as many weapons as they could and followed Gandalf outside. People panicked as the Nazgul's dragons continued grabbing them in their teeth, sometimes eating them or throwing them against the wall, where they fell unconscious.

Gandalf rode to the top of the tower and saw the Witch King, who hissed.

"Give us the werewolf, Mithrandir."

"Why do you want Merry?"

"It's none of your concern; I will take him by force if you don't comply."

"That will not happen, Witch King." Gandalf lit his staff with light and the Witch King was instantly blinded. Gandalf drew his sword as the Nazgul came closer. The dragon the Witch King was riding roared but Gandalf stood his ground. The Witch King drew his sword and clashed it against Gandalf's. The two battled for a minute before an arrow struck the Witch King in the shoulder. He yelled at looked around. Legolas stood by Gandalf and Aragorn, firing arrows. Taking advantage of this distraction, Gandalf shot fire out of the end of his staff, which frightened the Witch King. He shrieked and flew away, followed by the other Nazgul.

Gandalf lowered his staff and turned to Aragorn. "He wanted Merry. I'm not sure why, though."

Aragorn looked puzzled. "Why would Sauron want Merry?"

"He's a werewolf; Sauron uses some werewolves to do his bidding."

Just then, they heard a yell from the room. They ran and stopped when they saw the Witch King grab Merry and fly off. Gandalf tried to catch him, but the Nazgul was too far away. He turned to Aragorn, shocked.

"I must speak to Elrond about this. I will be back tomorrow, and then we can start on our quest."

He muttered a few words under his breath. A white light enveloped him and he was gone.