A/N: 15004 views? Oh my God, thank you so much, guys :D Ok, here we are again. Sorry for not updating earlier, but I had some problems with the chapter, I wasn't exactly sure how to write it. I hope you'll like it.

Gotta Dance 88- Yeah, I totally agree with you, the Dead Army was really realistic.

lassi- Hannon le for both reviews, my friend, you're really kind :) Don't worry, Sunglee and Legolas will be fine. I can't still tell you what will happen in the sequel. The only thing I can tell you is that someone else will be the main person there, but many chapters will also be from their point of view. As for this story, don't be afraid, they will be alright :)

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own LOTR, I only own the characters I create. (Gimli: I swear, if you make Sunglee kill the most enemies again, you'll regret this. Legolas: Jealous are we, Gimli? Me: Well, you'll see who's going to win, mellon nins)

Imladris was bathed in the warm sunlight. But in one of the bedchambers, the light was much lesser, as if it was afraid to enter through the glass of the window or as if it was showing respect to the people in the room, who were grieving.

On the bed, the eldest Rivendell princess was lying with closed eyes and an extremely pale face. If he could not see her chest moving slowly up and down, sign that she was breathing, Lord Elrond would assume that Arwen was already dead. He had tried all the herbs he knew, but nothing could wake her up. Of course, he knew very well that she was in this situation not because of a sickness, but because of her choice.

The Elf took a wet cloth that was on a desk and put it gently on his daughter's forehead, caressing her cheek.

'Arwen, I do not blame you' he whispered, having a feeling that she could hear him. 'Now I know that I should never take the decision to send you to Valinor. You were right, there is still hope. I gave Anduril to Aragorn, as you wished'

A light knock on the door interrupted him and Figwit came in. He, Glorfindel and Roras had returned in Rivendell as well, following Arwen, for they were worried about her.

'Is Lady Arwen better, my lord?' he asked concerned.

'No, my friend' his master answered. 'She will not be better unless the One Ring is destroyed. Everything hangs on a thread now. If Frodo fails on his quest, then our end will come'

'My lord, pardon me for my courage, but we have to trust the Fellowship' Figwit tried to comfort him. 'I am sure they are doing their best for us all. Did you see Lady Sunglee while being at Dunharrow?'

'Yes, Figwit, I saw her. She is very well and determined to continue. But I did not tell her the entire truth about her sister. I did not want to upset her'

A heavy silence followed his words and Lord Elrond's dark brown eyes filled with tears.

'I failed them, Figwit' he whispered. 'I failed them all. My wife, my daughters…'

'No, Lord Elrond. You did not fail them. You were always wishing their best, believe me'

The elder Elf nodded with gratitude towards him and closed his eyes. Images of Minas Tirith appeared in front of him, the images of a battle. He could not see Sunglee or Aragorn, but he hoped they would soon arrive at the city.

Please, selde, stay strong. Do not lose your hope. We need you. Your sister needs you.

On the Corsair ship, Sunglee gasped and her breath became heavy again, as if she was still in the Paths of the Dead. Her hand went on her chest in an attempt to calm down. The three men looked at her.

'Sunglee? Is anything wrong?' Aragorn wanted to know.

'My father' the young she-elf responded. 'I can feel him speaking into my mind. He says they need me…that Arwen needs me'

She raised her head and looked at the distance, at the burning city they were approaching, and her eyes darkened. Legolas, without words, pulled her into his hug and stroke her arm.

'We are moving very slowly' she mumbled. 'What if we are late?'

'We are not, melda, I can feel it' Legolas consoled her. 'In a few minutes we will be there and we will help the armies of Minas Tirith and Gondor. Besides, do not forget that Gandalf is with them and he will not let the city fall into ruin'

'Let us hope that none of us will fall into ruin' Gimli growled and Aragorn looked angrily at him.

Legolas's predictions about their arrival came true, for only minutes later they were drawing up towards Orcs awaiting them on shore. The four friends stayed hidden, waiting for the right moment to strike.

'Late as usual, pirate scum!' the leaders of the Orcs yelled. 'There is knife work here that needs doing. Come on, you sea rats, get off your ships!'

'We will be more than pleased to do that!' Sunglee answered with her old determination.

They jumped off the ship and the beasts looked surprised, not expecting this.

'There is plenty for the three of us' Gimli said to the two Elves. 'May the best Dwarf win'

Sunglee and Legolas rolled their eyes and looked slyly at each other, for they had enjoyed their last competition during the battle of Helms Deep. As they were moving to the Orcs, the Dead Army materialized behind them and charged at the Orcs, who moved back in astonishment. But the ghosts quickly overran and killed all of them.

'You could have left some for us!' Gimli shouted and Sunglee could not help but laugh.

'Do not worry, Master Dwarf, there are still many enemies waiting for you'

'That is good to hear' Gimli commented and ran with the others to the fields, where a very fierce battle was taking place. They realized at once they had arrived at the right moment, because the Haradhrim, also at Sauron's service, had joined the battle, riding on their huge Oliphants, which were killing every man they were seeing. The four companions started fighting as well.

'Fifteen…Sixteen' Legolas counted his victims as he was firing arrow after arrow.

'Fourteen…Fifteen…Sixteen…' Sunglee counted, but suddenly she saw an Orc running towards Gimli from behind. The creature raised its sword, but the princess's arrow hit it at the throat.

'What happened? What happened?' Gimli gasped confused.

'I just killed my seventeenth Orc, Gimli' Sunglee informed him, laughing hysterically, despite the situation.

'What?' Gimli shouted. 'Oh no, my lady, you will not beat us for the second time!'

Aragorn was not paying attention on them, instead, he focused on the battle, fighting as hard he could with his sword. In a sudden, he noticed an Oliphant coming straight towards them.

'Legolas!' he yelled, trusting the prince's skill and knowing only he could kill the creature without getting killed himself. Sunglee, startled by his voice, turned and saw it too. She started running to it, but Legolas grabbed her waist.

'Wait!' he raised his voice. 'You can not do this alone'

'You can not do this alone either!' she replied in the same tone. 'That beast is huge!'

'Cover me from here and do not be scared for me' he suggested and the next second he jumped on the Oliphant's tusk. Sunglee saw an Orc archer aiming at him and quickly shot an arrow on him. Legolas swung onto the animal's front and then on its back leg. He climbed up and gained the top, starting to kill the riders.

'Thirty three…Thirty four' he counted at the same time.

Sunglee, willing to help him from the ground, was killing whoever wanted to shoot at him, having reached the number of thirty three victims. Meanwhile, the Haradhrim had turned towards Legolas, who fought them off and dropped them down off the Oliphant. He grabbed a rope and swung down to the side of the creature, slashing twice at the straps, making the whole construction in which the Haradhrim were slip sideways, tipping off the occupants. Then he managed to reach the top again, fit three arrows into his bow and fired them down, into the Oliphant's skull. As the animal dropped to the ground, Legolas slid down its trunk and landed safely on the ground in front of Gimli, nodding at him.

'That still only counts as one!' the Dwarf yelled.

Aragorn, in the same time, was slaughtering all the Orcs around him and stopped to look at the battlefield. Behind him, the Dead Army brought down an Oliphant. The Ranger watched as the ghosts moved through the city, killing all the Orcs they could find. Sunglee, feeling safer in the presence of the powerful army, was searching for Eowyn, until Gimli pointed the princess of Rohan to her. Eowyn was laying on the ground holding her arm, with a dead dragon next to her. Sunglee gasped.

A dead dragon…But the only one who owns a dragon and could be here is…is the Witch King, the leader of the Nazgul. And Eowyn killed him!

She ran to her friend and the two girls hugged each other, happy to meet again.

'Are you well?' Eowyn asked.

'I am alright, do not worry about me. What happened with your arm?'

'The Witch King wounded me, but I think it will be fine. My uncle, on the other hand…'

Only then the elven maiden saw Theoden lying under his horse, breathing with difficulty. She and Eowyn knelt next to him and Eowyn stroke his face. Her uncle put his hand up to her.

'I know your face…Eowyn' he stuttered. 'My eyes darken'

'No, no, I am going to save you' Eowyn replied intensively, although Sunglee knew there was no hope to save him.

'You already did' Theoden had the same thought. 'Eowyn, my body…is broken. You have to let me go'

'No' Eowyn's voice became even louder.

'I go to my fathers, in whose mighty company I shall not now feel ashamed' Theoden tried to comfort her, before turning to the she-elf. 'Lady Sunglee, thank you for everything. Your help to Rohan will never be forgotten. Please, look after…after my niece'

'I will, my lord, I swear'

Theoden nodded, closed his eyes and stopped breathing. Eowyn leaned on him, crying with sobs. Sunglee wiped away her own tears.

'May you find peace in death, Theoden King' she whispered, put her right hand on her heart and lowered it.

'Sunglee' Eowyn started, without raising her head 'would you mind…to leave me alone for a moment?'

'No, of course not' Sunglee quickly said. She hugged her and ran next to Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas.

'Thirty six, my lady!' Gimli announced her his final count proudly. Sunglee smiled and turned to Legolas.

'My final count is forty one' he told her, much calmer than Gimli.

'You beat me for one victim' she admitted, but she did not seem offended. 'But I am not complaining, for my happiness to see you alive is much bigger'

'Elves' Gimli growled. 'If I had won, now you would both yell at me'

'No, Gimli, you know this is not true' Sunglee said sincerely. 'You know very well we consider you a mighty and brave warrior'

Before Gimli could answer, Gandalf and Pippin approached them and Sunglee hugged the Hobbit, delighted to see him well.

'Are you alright?'

'Yes, Sunglee, I am fine'

'Peregrin Took showed a courage many Men would never show' Gandalf explained. 'Not only was he the one who lit the beacon of Amun Din against the will of Denethor, but he saved Faramir. Denethor was considering him dead and wanted to burn him alive, but Pippin came and told me everything, so I could stop it'

'Well done, Pippin' Aragorn patted his shoulder. 'I always knew you were courageous. And Lord Denethor? How is he?'

'Alas' Gandalf sighed 'he burned himself. But we could not do anything to prevent this from happening'

'Like many more deaths' Sunglee added. 'King Theoden was murdered by the Witch King, who was killed by Eowyn'

They all bowed their heads sadly hearing this, but they could not think better about it, for the Dead Army approached them.

'Release us!' the King of the Dead demanded.

'Bad idea!' Gimli interfered. 'They are very handy at a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they are dead'

'You gave us your word!' the ghost went on angrily, taking the Dwarf's words seriously.

'I hold your oath fulfilled' Aragorn said. 'Go. Be at peace'

The King of the Dead smiled. A great wind blowed and the Dead Army disappeared. Aragorn looked at Gandalf, who bowed towards him. In a sudden, a terrible cry was heard. Eomer was holding his sister in his hands, Eowyn unconscious.

'Her wound' Sunglee gasped. 'It is more severe than she had told me'

'No, young Sunglee, it is not her wound' Gandalf told her. 'It is the despair and the hate the Witch King was reflecting. Eowyn, while fighting with him, came very close to him. We must take her to the Healing Houses'

'I will help her' she declared. 'When I was injured and almost died, Eowyn saved me. Now it is my turn. Once I have news, I will tell you'

'Do not pressure yourself too much, Sunglee' Legolas advised her. 'You need to rest as well'

'I will, I promise' she reassured him and ran to the Healing Houses, thinking about everything that had happened. Another battle had ended with victory for them, but she knew that the final one, the battle that would decide their fate, was still upon them. Sunglee prayed to the Valar to be with her and give her strength.

Elvish words/phrases used:

Selde- Daughter

Melda- My beloved

A/N: Ok, my friends, that was it for now :) I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I can't wait for your reviews. Tomorrow I promise I will post the next chapter.