I'm sorry this took so long to upload ! Remember me saying I was no good at writing battle scenes ? That's why this took me forever to write. I really, really hope this is good, I put myself through hell to get it like this. I rewrote it about ten times until I was happy with it, and I can only hope you do as well !

Thanks to Jenna Linda and Megasaurus the Dinosaur for your reviews :)


I was up and dressed by the crack of dawn. As I heated some water over a small fire, I woke up Boromir who, by the way, had not stopped snoring all night. He greeted me with a small smile, and met me a few minutes later outside of our tent, where I was drinking hot tea with Silvia. I handed him a mug of tea as well, and he stared down at it in confusion.

" What is this ? " He asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched me drink.

" Tea. " Said Silvia. When Boromir didn't respond, she continued her explanation. " It's basically plant leaves mixed with hot water, giving a nice warm and tasty thing to drink in the morning. "

I laughed a little as I watched him screw his face up, sniffing the steaming drink. " Try it, it's good. " I encouraged him.

He slowly brought it up to his lips, tilted the mug, and sipped it. He then seemed to be lost in thought, while Silvia and I looked at each other with bemused looks on our faces. " This is quite nice. " He said eventually, and took another sip.

I laughed and shook my head as we finished our breakfast. I had missed drinking tea, though I thought people from Middle-Earth would have developed it, seeing as it's not hard to make.

Not long after, my army was nearly ready for battle. Men were running in all directions shouting things to various people, looking for equipment and information. Boromir, Silvia, Jovan and I were ready and waiting in front of the main tent. The ranks slowly filled in front of us, one man next to another. Wearing a helmet, shoulder pads and light body armor, they were reasonably well covered. They were also each equipped with a pointed javelin, a sword and a dagger, and also carried a large rectangular shield that came up to their waists when on the floor. Dressed in our home colors, the blue and white clashed somewhat against the brown and green of the forest, but at least they were visible and easily identifiable, which was good.

" Why are your shields so big ? " Asked Boromir, as Silvia and Jovan made sure everyone was present.

" It's a battle strategy. You'll see. " I smirked, exited to show my friend exactly how different we were to Middle-Earth.

We then set off for Dol Guldur. It was not even an hour's march, but the uphill walk was a small struggle I would have preferred not to have to do. I stopped my army at the edge of the forest, not far from the main gate to the fortress, which was tall and rounded, decorated in pointed tips and overlapping metal, making the fortress itself seem as though it was made out of armor. It was huge, imposing, and very, very dark. The sky was growing overcast and I turned to face my army, my heart set on motivating them.

" I know some of you are thinking that this is not our fight. " I started, speaking as loudly as I could so that everyone could hear me. " But it is. We have to fight for our right to be here ! We have to fight for the freedom of this forest, of this world we now live in ! I know you didn't ask for this, but I promise you, you will have a good life here in Middle-Earth, but nothing is free. We must FIGHT for our right to live as FREE men ! " I shouted, and as I finished, my men cheered and drew their swords, lifting them up in the air. I grinned, and unsheathed my own sword. I turned to the three people around me. " Alright, you know what to do. Jovan, you take the left, Silvia goes right. I go down the middle to reach the Elves who are doing the same on the other side. And Boromir, you're not leaving my side. "

We all nodded to each other, and took a few deep breaths before battle. I closed my eyes, listening to my heart beat, keeping as calm as possible. I then ran forwards and closed the small gap between myself and the gate to Dol Guldur, followed by my entire army.

Arrows were already being shot at us from the ramparts up above, but our shields were lifted over our head and deflected every projectile that hit them. The wooden doors were quickly broken thanks to a few hugs axes we had at our disposal, and then we charged in. The mass of men I lead divided into three as we ran into the seemingly empty courtyard. This was only a small courtyard, which then lead up to the larger fortress further up the mountain, but that would wait until we met up with the Elves.

Orcs suddenly started to appear from nowhere in front of us. At first there was only a couple, then a dozen, and then hundreds. I held onto my sword with both my hands, running straight at them. The first got decapitated in an instant. The second lost it's right arm and it's stomach slashed right open. I rammed my sword into the third one's chest right the way through, and as it screamed out in pain, I kicked it back into another one's passage, sending them both to the floor. I ducked as I noticed a dagger being thrown in my direction, and turned to see my men fighting like the skilled warriors they were.

The more orcs we killed, the more they seemed to be. " Formation ! " I shouted. " FORMATION ! " I scrambled back over the fallen beasts' bodies and found Boromir, who was covered in black blood. I noticed my hands were as well as I stood between two of my soldiers. My men regrouped in perfect alignment, and put their shields up as a surrounding wall, protecting us. Their sharp javelins stuck out over the top, and we advanced on the troupe of muscular, rotten and smelling orc that was baring it's teeth in anger at us. The first few lines fell like ants underneath our boots, but then some of the javelins were broken, and we were surrounded, only our shields separating us from the horrid orcs.

" BREAK IN TURNS ! " I ordered, desperate not to let our formation break. One out of two men pulled their shield away to slash out at the enemy, and then pulled back into place, while the other one took his shot at the orcs. I worked well with a young blond boy I had trained a couple of years ago, I think his name was Armand. This strategy had the orcs falling like pebbles, and though I sustained a few cuts on my arms and even one on my cheek, I couldn't help but smile when my eyes met Boromir's.

" It's working ! " He shouted to me. " They are loosing numbers and starting to retreat ! "

I nodded quickly, and raised my sword in the air. " Break the lines ! Finish them off ! " I shouted.

The formation broke almost immediately, and we ran after the fleeing orcs. As we neared the gate to the main fortress, more orcs arrived from either side, between the inner and outer walls of Dol Guldur. I suddenly panicked, thinking they were reinforcements, but when I saw the ones at the back falling with arrows in their back, I understood.

" The Elves are here ! " Shouted someone. " The Elves are coming ! "

I grinned and laughed as I launched myself at the diminishing group of orcs that were about to die. I ended up fighting side by side with a couple of Elves, who were dressed in green clothing and golden breastplates. They seemed completely unfazed as they killed, completely unlike me. They looked more or less bored, and we were full of live and cheer. Another reason I didn't much like Elves.

As the last few orcs were killed, I raised my sword in the air and cheered, my high voice quickly drowned out by the deep cheers of my men. I saw both Silvia and Jovan joining us from back nearer the first gate, where they had fought their part of the battle, and cheered again.

The first part of the battle was over. The harder part was yet to come.

" You did it ! " Said Boromir as he swung his arms around me in joy. " That was so well fought ! "

I smiled modestly, and nodded to Silvia as she arrived by my side at the same time king Thranduil and his lieutenants - what were their names again ? - walked over to us.

" Good morning ! " I called over to them as they made their way through the piled up corpses of orc. I heard Jovan call up my army and, as per usual, went through making sure no-one was injured.

" Good morning. " Answered the Elvenking as he closed the distance between us. " I take it everything went according to plan on your side. " He said.

I nodded. " No difficulties. Same for you ? " I asked.

" Yes. But it is taking the castle itself that worries me. " He said grimly, looking up at the dark stone and the pointy towers that overlooked us. Though I could not see any enemies, you could easily tell they were preparing for battle.

" Let's stick to the plan. We'll be fine. " I said, trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to convince the Elvenking, who briefly nodded and turned to his men.

After patching up the few injured soldiers in both armies, we regrouped and mixed our forces. The Elves were strong archers, quick and very alert whereas my men were more lethal in hand to hand combat, and their survival skills were probably better than the Elves'. All in all, together we made quite a force I knew would break the enemies' lines with ease.

But it was the Nazgül that worried me.

Nearly and hour later, we were ready. Again, our shields -as well as the Elves'- protected us from the arrows that would inevitably fall upon us when we neared the door. A battering ram was called forth, and started smashing the door down. It was done in relative silence, with only the arrows hitting the shields above our heads, and the occasional grunt from one of the men using the battering ram. While this was happening, I was further back, lost in my thoughts. I was visualizing the map of the inside of this castle, with it's twists and turns. Thankfully it only had two levels -ground floor and first floor- so it wasn't very big. I was also checking the torches that had been distributed around were still lit, incase we fell upon the Nazgül before expected.

The doors smashed down, and we ran in. Battle immediately started inside the doors, and only the first few dozen men could actually get through the doors, so I was still standing outside, next to Jovan - Boromir and Silvia had already made it through. I know battle was not the time or place to keep an eye on your loved ones unless they were unable to defend themselves, but I couldn't help it. Eventually we all fit in through the doors, and a part of our force went downstairs to clear out the dungeons, which would probably be half empty.

My sword rammed into countless orcs, goblins, and other horrid creatures I couldn't recognize. Some lost an arm, others a leg, or even their head. The castle was very dark, damp and smelly, and the sound of battle was deafening. Men, Elves, and putrid creatures screamed out, metal clashed, wood was splintered, and bones were broken. My hands were black with blood, and I knew my face was splattered with it as well. I was filthy, and we were not half way done yet.

The two front towers were cleared, as well as the whole right side of the ground floor, when the men that went down to clear the dungeons came back up, shouting over that it was taken care of. Battle ceased as we marched back through the hall entrance, ever looking around us. The left side of the ground floor was empty, as I soon found out. There were three rooms, and each time I walked into one I was expecting to be attacked. But nothing ever came, and I was greeted with the horrifying bedchambers and blacksmith's. It seemed as though the toughest was kept upstairs.

The stairs were in a tower, and went round, and round, and round. They were steep, dirty, and hard to climb with drawn swords. As with the ground floor, we were met by an army or orcs as soon as we were up there. Only this time, there was also a Troll. I had no idea how it had gotten up here, but it was not the time to dwell on that.

" Focus on the Troll ! " I shouted, as beast hit a few Elves that went flying into the wall. I thought back to Moria, and decided to do like Merry and Pippin had done, and get up onto it's back. As people were attacking it left right and center, I looked around for a way up. I noticed a few dents in the walls, and a huge chandelier on the ceiling, and that would have to do. I ran up to the wall, and climbed in, and then somehow managed to jump backwards and grab hold of the chandelier.

" Stop showing off and get down here ! " Cried Silvia, scolding me as if I were a small child. I noticed Boromir took it upon him to protect her as she spoke, and I mentally thanked him. She had always had a problem focusing on more than one thing at a time.

I swung the chandelier back and forth, until I could jump onto the Troll's back. It immediately tried to flick me off but I retaliated with strong swings of my sword, and then I took a deep breath, and plunged my sword into it's bald head. The beast howled out in pain, immediately brought it's big hands up to his head, falling to it's knees. I took this dip in height to jump back down to the floor. A few more hits, and the Troll was dead. Only orcs were left now. I felt good.

Until he arrived. As soon as the Nazgül appeared, shivers went down my spine and I felt sick. And then it screamed out in that horrid, unbearable high pitch screech. Immediately, Elves and Men alike fell to their knees, holding their hands up to their ears trying to block out the sound. I noticed the orcs didn't particularly appreciate the noise either, as they seemed to have frozen. Either that or that was their orders. The Nazgül slowly made it's way over to us, brandishing it's ridiculously long sword with it's long, pointed armored fingers. Each heavy thud of his feet alerted me to how close he was getting towards my group of friends. The screech was driving me insane but when I saw the Nazgül brandish his sword, lift it into the air just above where Silvia was curled up in a ball, I went crazy. No one, and I mean no one, hurts Silvia without going through me.

I grabbed my sword with both hands and ran over to her, coming to a halt in a defense position. The Nazgül's sword came crashing down onto mine with such force, small sparks went flying all around us. But thankfully, my resistance had shut him up and everything was quiet again. Everyone got up and ran at the remaining orcs, but I was stuck fighting the Nazgül. Alone.

It was slow, but ever so strong. Each time it's sword hit, I was scarred mine would fall to pieces. The darkness behind it's metal mask frightened me beyond anything else I had ever fought, and I could see no way of killing it. Time after time I blocked and parried, but I was not strong enough. I felt my arms weaken each time, as I slowly retreated back against the wall. It wasn't until I was cornered that I really started to panic.

I don't know if I was being ignored purposefully, or if no one was paying attention. But either way, no one was coming to my rescue. The caped ghost lifted it's sword once again, and so did I. The hit sent shock waves through my entire arm, and it felt like all my muscles gave way. I cried out in pain as I dropped my sword, and I slowly sank down to the floor. I closed my eyes tightly as I waited for the last hit, the one that would take my life. My ears heard the clanging of metal against metal, the cries of Men, Elves and Orcs. And Silvia's voice.

" FIRE MIA ! " She was screaming. I opened my eyes to see her running towards me, absolute horror in her eyes. I didn't understand. My mind seemed to go blank, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The Nazgül's sword was towering over his head, about to come crashing down. Silvia kept screaming " fire ! ". And then I understood. My brain kicked back into motion and my arm shot up towards the Nazgül's faceless hood, and fire came shooting out of my hand.

The beast immediately started screeching again, and dropped it's sword. I got up, and repeated my action. I wanted this thing to die, not just run off like it did the last time I had met it. I lifted both my arms, forming a semi sphere-like shape with my hands, and focused. Flame came out of my hands as though it was coming out of a volcano, completely engulfing the Nazgül, and the orcs behind it. Before I knew it, half of the entire room was up in flames and I did not understand. Why could I not control my po-... Oh. SHIT.

I remembered the imprints the ring had left. I remembered Lady Galadriel's words. And fire kept shooting out of my hands without any form of control, engulfing not just the orcs, but every inch of the room. And then it stopped, but as I looked around, I couldn't see more than two feet away. The flames were so thick. I fell to my knees, weak from using my powers, wondering why I was not dead. Surely through all this fire I should have perished ?

My eyes grew heavy as I crawled around, coughing, trying to breathe. The fire seemed to be dying down, replaced by thick black smoke. My hands found something, but I fell face first to the floor before I could do anything.

My eyes were open but I could not see. I don't know if I was breathing. I could hear something, possibly voices, but they were too fuzzy for me to understand. Not that I cared anyway. I felt a darkness come to greet me, and I happily accepted it's embrace. I was so tired.