They walked toward the group of orcs.
"There's plenty for the both of us may the best Dwarf win" Gimli said.
Just before they hit the arm their own ghost army came running it was simply a massacre.
"Fifteen! Sixteen!" Legolas yelled as he counted his kills.
"Seventeen! Eighteen!" Gimli responded.
"Twenty-three" Brenna yelled grinning.
"Legolas!" Aragorn yelled.
Headed his way was an Oliphant. So he sized it up looking for a weakness in seconds. He took off running and jumped on to its tusks then onto its leg. He jumped onto its back leg and began to climb.
"Thirty-three thirty-four" he counted again as he fired at those on top of the Oliphant.
Slowly he made his way over to a rope and swung down and sliced the strap holding the carriage on the Oliphant taking everyone with it to the ground. Then he drew three arrows and fired straight into the Oliphant's head killing it.
As it went down he slide down over its head and down its trunk to the ground in front of Gimli.
"That still only counts as one!" Gimli yelled grumpily.
They quickly finished off the rest of the stragglers and stood on the battle field watching the ghosts destroy the orcs. Gimli and the Elves walked over to Aragorn.
"Fifty-two" Gimli said proudly.
Legolas smirked "Fifty-four."
Then they both looked at Brenna as she laughed.
"You two must have been slacking. Eighty-nine" she said.
Legolas and Gimli were stunned.
"Release us" the ghost king spoke.
"Bad idea. Very handy in a tight spot these lads despite the fact they're dead" Gimli said.
"You gave us you work" the king said getting angry.
"I hold your oath fulfilled go be at peace" Aragorn said.
Slowly the ghost army disappeared.
The main survivors went into the great white hall.
Gandalf spoke.
"Frodo has passed beyond my sight the darkness is deepening."
"If Sauron had the Ring we would know it" Aragorn said.
"It's only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat yes but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping" Gandalf said.
"Let his stay there let him rot why should we care?" Gimli asked.
"Because 10,000 orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. I've sent him to his death" Gandalf said sadly.
"No there is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Gorgroth. We can give him that" Aragorn said.
"How?" Gimli asked.
"Draw out Sauron's armies empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate."
Everyone was stunned.
"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms" Eomer said.
"Not for ourselves but we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves."
"A diversion" Legolas spoke.
"Sauron will suspect a trap he will not take the bait" Gandalf said.
"Certainty of death small chance of success… what are we waiting for?" Gimli asked.
So they gathered the army and rode for the Black Gate. Brenna held tight to Legolas knowing the high probability they would both soon be dead.
They stepped a short ride away from the gate and simply looked at it just for a moment.
Aragorn, the Elves, Gimli, and Eomer rode closer to the gate.
"Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!" Aragorn yelled.
Slowly the gate began to creak open. As it opened the group rode back to the small army.
"Sons of Gondor of Rohan my brothers I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship but it is not this day an hour of wolves and shattered shields when age of Men comes crashing down but it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth I bid you stand Men of the West!" Aragorn yelled then turned to face the oncoming army.
Now all off theirs horses they watched the army slowly formed a circle around their smaller one.
"Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with Elves" Gimli said.
Brenna teared up and Legolas gave her hand a quick squeeze.
"What about side by side with friends?" Legolas asked.
"Aye I could do that" Gimli responded.
Slowly Aragorn took a few steps forward then looked over his shoulder and spoke softly. "For Frodo."
Then he charged the Orc army. Then the two little Hobbits ran after him the rest of the army followed.
And so it began the last battle for Middle earth.