So, it's me again. Hope you all haven't forgotten me, and I'm sorry for not updating sooner. I was kinda caught up in this new app I got, Magic Piano (it's amazing. I recommend it), and it sorta stopped me from writing. Sorry again! But I'm back, and I promise I shall update after this one pretty soon. Well. The next chapter will probably a bit longer than this one, so... yeah. Enjoy!

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Denethor's Madness

Lizzy's POV

I was standing with Pippin, looking out over the flaming city. Yes, flaming. The Orcs had arrived, and were lobbing flaming rocks at us. Fun times. I heard footsteps echoing on the hard stone, and turned to see Denethor leading a procession. Faramir was being borne along behind him on a stretcher.

"I am steward of the house of Anárion. Thus I have walked, and thus now I will sleep." Pippin went to run over, but I held him back. "Gondor is lost. There is no hope for men." Ahem. That, I believe is not true. How did I know? Because as Denethor walked past the white tree, a single white bloom caught my eye. And, also because Cat and that lot hadn't arrived yet. As much as I hate to admit it, we kinda needed them. "Why do the fools fly? better to die sooner than later. For die we must." Unless you were an elf, mate.

The procession walked past us towards the Tombs. Pippin and I followed on a little behind. Denethor opened the doors to the Tomb and walked in with the procession following behind him.

"No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn like the heathen Kings of old. Bring wood and oil." I turned to Pippin.

"I suppose this would be a bad time to mention to him that I'm his daughter." Pippin's eyes went wide.

"Yes. It would. You're Denethor's daughter?" He practically shrieked. I covered his mouth with my hand.

"Yeah. Don't freak out!" Pippin nodded slowly. "We have to stop Denethor. He's going to burn Faramir alive!" I released Pippin and crept over to behind a pillar. The soldiers laid my brother on a bed of sticks and piled wood up all around him. Pippin and I moved closer.

"The house of his spirit crumbles. He is burning. Already burning." I ran out, Pippin following close behind me.

"He's not dead. HE'S NOT DEAD!" I yelled and started pulling the wood away. Pippin quickly followed suit. "No! NO! He's not dead." Denethor made a gesture and one of the soldiers grabbed me. Denethor took hold of Pippin and behind dragging him along the corridor. I struggled against the soldier, and got free several times. But the soldier eventually managed to restrain me.

"Farewell Peregrin son of Paladin."

"I suppose, like I said to Pippin, that this would be a bad time to tell you I'm your daughter?" Denethor stopped in amazement.

"Lizzy!" Pippin exclaimed in exasperation. He was beginning to sound a bit like Cat. Oh God. Denethor looked at me for a moment more, then threw Pippin out of the door.

"I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you. " I was held inside the Tomb. As Denethor began to close the doors, I yelled:

"Pippin! Get Gandalf!" The doors boomed shut. Denethor turned to me.

"Now. What to do with you." Denethor grabbed my arm. Again, I tried to struggle, but he had an amazingly strong grip for an old man. And a madman at that. Denethor said to one of the soldiers:

"Bind her wrists." The soldier grabbed a length of rope and obliged. I was half thrown, half pushed onto the pile of wood where Faramir was lying.

"Faramir!" I scrambled to Faramir's head. He way lying, unconscious, but obviously still alive. I felt his forehead. He was burning. He needed to see a doctor. Denethor clambered onto the pyre, and I went to tell him, but he was pouring a jug of oil all over his head. Lovely. One of the soldiers went to pour oil over Faramir and I, but I gave him such a look that he retreated hastily.

"Set a fire in our flesh!" No thank you. Denethor stood above us with his arms extended sideways. The soldiers advanced with flaming torches in their hands. I was planning to shove Denethor off, but then the doors were busted open. Gandalf stood in the opening.

"Stay this madness!" My father grabbed a torch and stood with it in his hand.

"You may triumph in the field of battle for a day, but against the power that has risen in the east, there is no victory!" Denethor dropped the torch onto the timbers, and they immediately caught alight. Gandalf grabbed a spear from a guard and knocked Denethor off the pyre, while I set to work rolling Faramir off the pyre as well.

Pippin ran over to help me, and once we had got Faramir onto the floor, we began to douse the flames that had caught alight on Faramir. Thankfully, I wasn't on fire. Good thing too. I was wearing my favourite pair of jeans!

"NOOOO! You will not take my son from me!" Denethor yelled, struggling with Pippin.

"NO! Aaahh!" Gandalf rode over to us on Shadowfax, who kicked Denethor away back onto the pyre.

"Faramir!" I watched as Faramir slowly opened his eyes to look at his father. "AAAAHHHH!" Denethor caught on fire. He jumped off the pyre and ran up the corridor. I watched as he ran all the way along the forecourt (top bit of Minas Tirith) and fell from the end of the parapet as a ball of flames.

"So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion."

Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, Denethor, ball-of-flames-Denethor or completely-covered-in-oil-Denethor.

So, I hope you enjoyed the Return of Lizzy (see what I did there?). So yeah, please review, no flames, and I shall update soon(ish, hopefully!)! Ciao!