Chapter 20: Winning the War
Shadic nodded hesitantly, knowing what his father wanted. He hadn't had the chance to do much with the Nazgul before. Inside, he hoped Shadow wouldn't require his help. The apprentice closed his eyes, calling on the powers of his ring. He would use it to summon the Nazgul. For some reason, though, he could feel power well up inside him as he began to transform. Shadic's skin grew paler as he felt colder. The dark energy had completely filled his body. His armor hadn't changed, despite not looking like a typical Nazgul's armor. His fur all of its color, becoming a dull blue. The ring on his finger stopped glowing. Shadic was dazed as he looked at Shadow.
Shadow grinned and chuckled; his son was now a Nazgul. Shadic screeched loudly as, in the distance, the tower of Minas Mourgal lit up. Soon, other screeches could be heard and the other Nazgul joined him. Shadic looked around at the other Nazgul. Now that they were here, what remained of the army would soon fall. He looked at Shadow.
The Dark Lord laughed evilly and told the Nazgul what to do. "Attack the humans. There are too many of them left."
The Nazgul nodded and followed the Dark Lord's orders. Shadic grinned as a Morgul sword appeared in his hand and he screeched loudly, then threw himself at the human army. The other Nazgul followed his lead into battle.
Shadow chuckled and closed his eyes, communicating with the Witch King.
What are your thoughts on this? he asked.
It is incredible, the Witch King said. You are a magnificent Dark Lord, and very powerful. Shadic was right to come over to your side. We will win, and soon Middle-Earth will be ours.
Shadow smirked and nodded in agreement. Shadic was right to join me. I hate to think what might have happened if he hadn't.
The Witch King's voice grew silent. Shadow sneered and watched as the Nazgul were fighting the human army. Shadic had also grown more powerful when turning into one. Shadic's powers were nearly matching those of his father by now. The fact was something Shadow supposed he should've been expecting. The human army was surprised at this turn of events but were putting up a good fight. Shadic and the other Nazgul, however, were much stronger.
It took longer than Shadow would've liked for the humans to fall to the Nazgul, but the war had almost ended once they did so. Soon, the humans were gone. The Nazgul shrieked in victory before turning their attention to the dwarves. Shadow grinned and walked up to them, his ring flaring brightly.
"The dwarves have been putting up a better fight than I'd expected. I shall join you, and we'll finish this war quickly."
Every evil creature nodded. Shadow closed his eyes as the ring gave him more power. He felt power flow through his body and felt himself shifting into a massive dragon. It let out a loud roar and stretched its wings. The sky darkened and the entire world rumbled. The dragon roared again, power coming from its roar. Soon, the sun had lost its light and the entire sky became dark.
The fire he blew down on the dwarves torched them as they found themselves unable to avoid it. The creatures under Shadow's command kept themselves as far away as they could. The dwarves screamed as they were killed. Some, however, remained standing. The Dark Lord landed and growled. The dwarves faced him with courage in their expressions, gripping their weapons tightly.
Shadow growled again and rushed forwards, breathing fire and killing them when they came close. The dragon went on a rampage, blood pooling from his jaws as he crunched on the dwarves' bodies, his sharp teeth killing them instantly as he swallowed them whole.
The dwarves did what they could to avoid the dragon's massive jaws as they descended on them. Nothing could be done to avoid their fate, however. The attacks they tried only hastened his judgement. The large dragon let out a massive roar and blew a large breath of fire, destroying the remaining dwarves instantly. Then it turned back into Shadow, who looked around at the many corpses of their enemy.
Shadic approached him, nervous about doing so. "What are we going to do now?"
Shadow looked at his son, smirking. They had done it. The End of days had begun, and Middle-Earth was now theirs forever. Shadic looked over at Gothmog, wondering what the Orc was going to do next.
Gothmog smirked evilly and bowed before the Dark Lord, as the other evil creatures did also. Shadic looked at himself; he was still in the form of a Nazgul but it didn't matter now. The war was won. Suddenly, the Silmarils activated and Gothmog looked at them, clutching his head in pain. Memories flew through his mind, reminding him of who he really was. Slowly, his Orc form shifted back to normal, and Silver stood there, panting for breath.