Soon after the army of Rohan was assembled to be five thousand in Dunharrow, Elrond sought out Aragorn informing him of Arwen's condition and the movements of Sauron's forces. The elf lord gave the heir to the throne of Gondor a sword that was re-forged and it could be used to summon an army deadlier than any that walked the earth. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli went to seek out the army Elrond mentioned while the army of Rohirrim began moving to Gondor. Eowyn disguised as a Rohirrim took Merry with her defying both her uncle and her brother without them noticing. Despite Aragorn appeared to fail to talk the king of the dead to his cause initially, the army of dead agreed to fight for the heir to the throne of Gondor after the trio saw a fleet of Corsair ships.
The Mordor army was in position to lay siege on Minas Tirith and the orcs made war chants.
"Open the gate! Quick!" a guard above the gate ordered as he saw something.
A horse made it back to the city alive dragging its unconscious rider who appeared to be the leader. The gate opened until it was sufficient for the horse to pass through then locked it quick.
Men carried the stretcher that had the unconscious leader to the courtyard of the citadel. Alan and Wesley watched Denethor came out from the citadel with Pippin and several other men.
"Faramir!" the steward ran towards his son. "Say not that he has fallen."
"They were outnumbered. None survived," a man reported.
"I knew it is suicide," Alan muttered softly.
"A frontal assault like that isn't working," Wesley agreed.
The orc leader muttered, "Fear. The city is rank with it. Let us ease their pain." He then gave an order, "Release the prisoners."
"Catapults!" one of the orc leader's subordinates passed the order and laughed at the time the catapults launched human heads.
"My sons are spent. My line has ended," Denethor despaired.
"He's alive!" Pippin checked on Faramir.
"The House of Stewards has failed," the steward paid no attention to the hobbit
"He needs medicine, my lord."
"My line has ended!" Denethor shouted.
"My lord!" Pippin shouted but it was useless.
Denethor was further horrified to see the Mordor army overrun the fields. "Rohan has deserted us," he despaired. "Theoden betrayed me."
The trolls loaded the catapults with boulders so that the siege engines could attack. The bombardment damaged parts of the city and caused casualties to civilians. One of those boulders landed into a balcony killing a group of local citizens including a mother holding an infant.
"Abandon your posts!" Denethor got everybody's attention. "Flee! Flee for your lives!"
Alan approached the steward who turned to face him, "You're out of your mind." The V.S.S.E. agent slammed his pistol on Denethor's head knocking him unconscious.
"We have to get the Gondor soldiers in position," Wesley said to Gandalf.
"Prepare for battle," the wizard ordered.
"Hurry, men! To the wall! Defend the wall!" Gandalf rode Shadowfax rallying the men of Gondor. "Return to your posts!" This caused the Gondor soldiers to be in position, "Send these foul beasts into the abyss!"
The rubbles were salvaged and the trebuchets launched the available boulders at the Mordor army killing orcs by multiples of 20's.
"These trebuchets have low accuracy but they are defensive still," Wesley commented.
"Stay where you are," the orc leader ordered.
Mordor and Gondor bombarded each other. During the process, one of the trebuchets destroyed a catapult while another trebuchet destroyed a siege tower.
"We need more rubble over here!" one of the crewmen operating a trebuchet shouted.
"Watch out!" some of the Gondor soldiers were killed by the bombardment.
"We need to help them," said Alan. The V.S.S.E. agents began hurrying from the courtyard of the citadel to the battlements.
The orc leader saw a boulder flying towards him. He jumped out of the way and spat on it causing a troll to look at it.
"Not them again," Alan muttered as he heard blood-curtailing screeches coming from the air.
"They're carrying out an air strike," Wesley saw the Nazgul in Fellbeasts joined the fight.
The Fellbeasts swooped to destroy the trebuchets easily and swooped at the Gondor soldiers. The Ringwraiths and their flying steeds screeched causing Pippin to take off his helmet to cover his ears. Alan and Wesley had to cover their ears also when the Ringwraiths and their flying steeds screeched.
Those flying creatures grabbed Gondor soldiers and dropped them to their deaths.
"Hold them back! Do not give in to fear. Stand to your posts! Fight!" Gandalf ordered.
The siege towers pushed by the trolls were getting closer and the Gondor archers fired an arrow volley at the towers.
"Not at the towers! Aim for the trolls! Kill the trolls! Bring them down!" Gandalf shouted causing the Gondor archers to shoot the trolls.
The siege towers that reached the battlements lowered bridges for the orcs to attack. The Gondor soldiers with swords and shields attempted to hold them. Some of the Gondor archers sent the orcs falling off from the siege towers to their deaths. The orcs brought in a battering ram attempting to bring down the gate. The Gondor archers above the gate fired at the orcs especially the crew and the orc archers returned fire.
"We should take out those towers to slow the orc reinforcements," said Wesley.
The V.S.S.E. agents first used their pistols to pick off the orcs by giving them headshots sending them flying midair. When Alan and Wesley reached the edge of the battlements, they switched to their grenade launchers. A V.S.S.E. agent fired a grenade at the base of the tower so that it could crumble and the orcs all fell to their deaths. He would have to reload the gun after each shot. Alan and Wesley had to switch between pistols and grenade launchers to hold off the orcs and destroy the siege towers respectively.
"Fight them back!" Gandalf shouted. "Peregrin Took!" he noticed Pippin. "Go back to the Citadel!"
"They'd called us out to fight," Pippin muttered in a tone like he had forgotten what he was doing.
No matter how many orcs were killed, more replaced the fallen. Gandalf jumped in and engaged the orcs that saw the hobbit. The wizard clubbed the orcs with his staff and slashed the orcs with the Foehammer sword. "This is no place for a Hobbit," said Gandalf and resumed holding off more orcs. Pippin noticed an orc was about to strike the wizard from behind and stabbed it before it could attack. "Guard of the Citadel, indeed," Gandalf spoke as if he was impressed watching the impaled orc fell to the floor dead. "Now, back, up the hill. Quickly. Quick!" this caused Pippin to run off.
The Gondor archers above the gate almost killed the entire crew of the battering ram.
"What are you doing, you useless scum?!" the orc leader yelled.
"The door won't give. It's too strong," said the orc leader's subordinate who was an Uruk-hai.
"Get back there and smash it down."
"But nothing can breach it."
"Grond will breach it," the orc leader smirked maliciously. "Bring up the wolf's head."
At that time, no more siege towers were coming. "What just happened?" Alan asked when the fighting paused.
"Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond!" the orcs chanted as three horned creatures were chained pulling something huge and the trolls were also pushing it.
"With that demolisher, Sauron's forces will break into the city," Wesley predicted guessing that Sauron's forces were bringing in a large battering ram.
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli confronted the Corsair fleet only to be mocked by the Corsairs. After the elf fired a warning shot, the army of dead obliterated the Corsairs that occupied the ship.
At night, the battle of Minas Tirith resumed as the Mordor catapults launched balls of burning hay. The mountain trolls operated Grond and the orcs began gathering in the gate. The Gondor archers above the gate and the orc archers fired at each other.
"Back to the gate! Hurry!" Gandalf shouted as he in Shadowfax leading the Gondor soldiers and archers to the gate. Alan and Wesley went with them.
Meanwhile, Pippin noticed Denethor making preparations on Faramir. The hobbit followed them and attempted stop the steward from burning his last son alive. Despite Pippin's protests, Denethor released him from service and threw him out.
"Steady. Steady," said Gandalf when the large battering ram pounded the gate. Alan and Wesley noticed fear in the men. "You are soldiers of Gondor. No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground," the wizard made a reminder when a large hole was punctured at the gate.
When the gate was broken open, trolls wearing armor and wielding spiked maces stormed in bringing fear to the men of Gondor. "Run!" few of the men attempted to kill the armored trolls but were killed.
"Volley!" Gandalf ordered.
"Fire!" the Gondor archers released an arrow volley that only killed a troll that did not wear armor but it did not do anything to the armored trolls.
Alan and Wesley decided to use the grenade launchers on the armored trolls. A single grenade hit the head of an armored troll instantly killed it.
Following the armored trolls were orcs and human soldiers wearing oriental armor wielding pikes.
The Gondor soldiers with swords and shields clashed blades with the orcs as well as slashing the Mordor human soldiers. The Gondor soldiers with spears skewered some of the orcs while the Gondor archers picked off the foes.
Alan and Wesley switched to their shotguns. They swept the orcs and Sauron's human soldiers when they were in close range blasting multiples of them in wide range. The blasts sent the orcs and men crashing into the others behind them.
Gandalf on Shadowfax slit the throat of an armored troll. No matter how many orcs were killed, more replaced the fallen.
"We can't hold them much longer," said Alan.
"We should retreat," Wesley said to Gandalf.
Meanwhile, Pippin went looking for help. "Come on, soldier! Move it!" a Gondor soldier ordered as the wounded were being taken away.
"Gandalf! Alan! Wesley!" the hobbit shouted passing the men on the way. "Where are Gandalf, Alan, and Wesley?!"
"Retreat!" a Gondor soldier shouted as the men of Gondor all began running.
"The city is breached! Fall back to the second level! Get the women and children out! Get them out! Retreat!" Gandalf ordered.
Alan and Wesley used their machine guns to cover everybody retreating.
The orc leader in the fields ordered, "Move into the city. Kill all in your path." The orcs and armored trolls all stormed the city slaughtering whatever was in their path especially civilians. There were chaos and screaming throughout the streets of Minas Tirith.
"Fight. Fight to the last man! Fight for your lives!" Gandalf ordered. The orcs were overwhelming the exhausted men of Gondor and armored trolls hurled the men of Gondor as if they were projectiles.
Alan and Wesley struggled to help their allies using appropriate weapons for different foes.
"Gandalf! Alan! Wesley!" it was Pippin.
"You shouldn't be here, Pippin," said Alan.
"Denethor has lost his mind! He's burning Faramir alive!" the hobbit informed.
"Up! Quickly!" the wizard helped the hobbit into Shadowfax.
Alan and Wesley ran to keep up with them. Gandalf and Pippin on Shadowfax were intercepted by a Ringwraith in his Fellbeast. Unlike the other Ringwraiths, this one wore a crown-like helmet. When the V.S.S.E. agents arrived to the scene, they guessed that the particular Ringwraith was the Witch-king. "Go back to the abyss. Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master," said the wizard.
"Do you not know death when you see it, old man? This is my hour," the Witch-king drew his sword and lit it with fire. As a result, the wizard's staff exploded knocking him and the hobbit into the floor.
"Gandalf!" Pippin shouted.
The Fellbeast pinned the wizard to the floor by roaring and froze the charging hobbit with another roar.
"You have failed. The world of Men will fall," said the Witch-king.
"Not on our watch," Alan got the Witch-king's attention.
"Do you think the V.S.S.E. can stop us? No man can kill me," said the Witch-king.
"We'll see about that. Today, you and your army will die. Your master will be next," said Wesley.
"You, fool! No one can defeat me or my master," the Ringwraith leader raised his sword. However, there was a horn faraway that got his attention. The Witch-king had his Fellbeast flying away from Minas Tirith.
"Rohan has arrived in time," Alan muttered.