The Orc Lieutenant blew a sharp horn, and the seemingly endless multitudes of growling, savage monsters advanced, brandishing scimitars and spears. Legions of Orcs marched forward, followed by units of huge, elite Uruk-Khai, flexing their muscles threateningly. Behind rode a large company of Orcs atop great, snarling Wargs, and then there came the War Trolls, armed with massive cudgels and clubs. The Trolls were led by the Olog-Hai, bigger, scarier and almost definitely stronger than the average Battle Trolls. (By the way, in case you aren't aware, Olog-Hai do exist in the original LOTR Canon; the Troll that was fighting Aragorn in ROTK).

On the other side, in a protective barrier in front of Minas Tirith, the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth rallied their forces. The Elven Archers stood at the front, as well as the Rangers of Ithilien, testing the longbows' strings. Behind them were many thousands of Elves and Dwarves alike, the Elves sharpening their swords and the Dwarves firmly grasping their axes and hammers at the ready.

The infantry troops of Gondor and Rohan (Gondor especially, since majority of Rohan's forces were the cavalry) were stationed behind them. The Tower Guards and Citadel Guards of Gondor, highly elite and seasoned soldiers stood at the front of the lines of Gondor's infantry. The unhorsed Swan Knights of Gondor, and the elite Eored Axemen and Swordsmen were lined up orderly behind. And last of all, at the back, were a great many Knights of Gondor and battle-hardened Riders of Rohan.

The battle began when the horn sounded. Orcs and Uruk-Khai roared and ran at full speed towards their enemies, fuelled by bloodlust and an inhuman savagery. Elven Archers and Ithilien's Rangers let loose a flurry of razor-sharp arrows, most of them hitting the target and dealing a death blow. The lines of the Archers parted, and the Axe-Throwers among the Dwarves assembled between the spaces, before letting off a volley of fatal axes that found their targets. Despite this, the Uruks were undeterred. The Archers retreated, and the main melee troops surged forward.


Elves and Dwarves lowered their long, pointed spears and charged into the fray of Orcs, impaling many of them like well-done kebabs. The Elves moved with all the grace and elegance associated with their race, dealing strokes of death every time they swung their swords. The Dwarves put their brute strength and combat prowess to good use, hacking mercilessly at the ranks of the Orcs with their large War Axes, or flattening them with their great Hammers.

Gimli and Legolas were the first to enter the battle. Brandishing his two Battle Axes, Gimli hacked off the legs of an Uruk in quick succession before putting him out of his pain with a cleaving blow to the head. He swung his axes in great killing sweeps, felling the surrounding Orcs. Legolas calmly fired arrows after arrow into the ranks of the Uruks, impaling many of their heads on them, before drawing his Elven Knives and well…if someone had an iPhone and took a video of his knifework, and then posted it on YouTube, the most apt name for that video would be 'Tutorial: How to make mincemeat out of Orcs the elegant way!'.

It wasn't long before the sheer number of the Orcs was beginning to overwhelm the Elves and Dwarves, and the combined forces of Gondor and Rohan surged forward to meet them. Once again, many Orcs were skewered like satay (Malay dish that involves grilling meat on a skewer stick) and more fell to the deadly swords of the Gondorians and Rohirrim, but those brave men only enjoyed their success for so long. Before long, more bodies of soldiers from Gondor and Rohan alike piled up on the Fields of the Pelennor.

As if things couldn't get any worse, the Warg Riders descended like ferocious Hounds from the deepest depths of Hell onto the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth. Terrified, they faltered and the voracious Wargs were quick to pick them off. The ranks of Gondor, Rohan, Elves and Dwarves fell into disarray, with many falling prey to the combined assault of Orcs, Uruk-Khai and Wargs.


Just then, a soldier from Gondor pointed towards the sky. "Look!" Everyone, friend and foe alike, looked up. A huge, burly man, marked in ominous white and red, was flying WITHOUT wings at a tremendous speed. There weren't any aeroplanes in middle-earth, but all those down below would've have gotten a good idea of what an F-22 Raptor Jet flying at full speed sounded like, from the sound that was made from the man's flight.

That man, of course, was Kratos. He hurtled towards the ranks of the Orcs like a falling meteor, but not before he heard the collective cries of "It's him! It's Kratos!" and the joyous cheers from the Men, Elves and Dwarves and the shrieks of terror from the Uruks as they recognised their new foe.

"Tartarus Rage!"

Kratos slammed the flaming Blades of Exile down onto the Orcs, chains shooting and extending to their full length. Flames lashed out at the surrounding Orcs, charbroiling them like well-done steaks. Kratos landed on his feet with a loud 'THUMP', knocking back the Orcs, but he didn't give them time to recover.

"Army of Sparta!"

Suddenly, a phalanx of Spartan warriors appeared around Kratos, and they stabbed outwards repeatedly with their long spears, and thus earning that battle the award of 'Most Number of Orc Kebabs done.'

With renewed effort, the Free-Peoples of Middle-Earth surged forward, brandishing their arms. The phalanx of Spartans disappeared, and Kratos drew his Divine Longswords.

"Divine Sword Tempest!" Kratos spun in circles so fast that the wind around him picked up tremendously until a cyclone formed, with his Divine Swords spinning like fan blades. The Swords shone with Holy Power, ready to purge any Evil Creatures unfortunate enough to meet it in battle. Orcs and Uruk-Khai howled and screamed in terror as the Tempest of Divine Swords sliced and tore them neatly to shreds. Withdrawing his Swords, Kratos gathered his Godly Power into the form of a massive, 10-foot tall Divine Sword of pure energy, before hurling his hands down and bringing the Sword down on the enemies. Those Uruks that were in direct contact with the Sword were vaporised completely, while those caught in the blast radius of the Holy Power were incinerated and knocked off their feet.


Just then, the ranks of the Orcs parted suddenly before Kratos. Kratos didn't need long to figure out why. Coming through the parting was a huge, White Warg and atop it, a massive Orc with pale-white skin. There was a wicked, curved Blade where his left arm was supposed to be and in his right hand he held a massive War Mace.

"So, you're the bastard who murdered my son Bolg." The Pale Orc sneered.

"YOUR son?! I can see the resemblance. He inherited your ugliness." Kratos mocked.

The Orc's face contorted in fury. "You will be sorry you messed with Azog the Defiler!"

The Warg snarled and charged towards Kratos.

Kratos drew the Divine Sword of Olympus and charged as well. The Warg roared, bearing down on Kratos, until its face slackened as it realised that Kratos had impaled it on the Sword. Kratos then savagely yanked out the Sword, and the Warg flew back with Azog on it. Azog flew off his mount and tumbled painfully onto the field, several feet from where his fallen Warg lay.

Roaring and charging, Kratos reached Azog and punched him in the face, knocking out a good measure of his teeth. Azog barely had time to wipe his mouth before Kratos unleashed the Nemean Cestus and enclosed the gauntlet around Azog's neck, lifting him up effortlessly into the air. For a moment, it seemed like all hope was lost for Azog.

However, at that moment, Azog lifted his War Mace and struck Kratos with all the strength he could muster. Stunned by the blow, Kratos let go and staggered backwards. Seizing the opportunity, Azog rained blow after blow of his Mace on Kratos, each blow sending Kratos back a little, though Kratos suffered no visible injury. Snarling with anger and annoyance, Kratos dodged Azog's next blow and drew a Divine Adamantine Sword, slicing off Azog's right arm. Azog howled in agony but Kratos didn't give him time to recover. Unleashing both Divine Adamantine Swords, he impaled 1 Sword through Azog's torso before mercilessly driving the other Sword through his head, before cleaving the Sword downwards and splitting Azog's head and torso in two. Azog's lifeless body fell to the floor, spouting torrents of black blood.

Terrified, the Orcs and Uruk-Khai began to back away. At that moment, a great storm of hoofbeats was heard as Aragorn, Eomer and the other Captains led the Knights of Gondor and the Riders of Rohan in a massive cavalry charge that swept the enemy away like a flood. Kratos joined Aragorn and Eomer in battle, slaying and eliminating any remaining Uruk that dared to oppose them. It was a repeat of the former Battle of the Pelennor Fields, and, with Kratos aiding them, the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth achieved a greater victory than they ever could have imagined on this field.

Author's Note: So Sorry for the wait guys! Been really busy with schoolwork and tests.