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On the road to Minas Tirith...

The armies of men and dwarves have stopped at a large pond of water. It is here that they water their horses, rams, and take a quick rest. However, the King of Rohan and the King of Erebor have sent out scouts to check the area. They are not too far from the white city, and both leaders are hoping to reach the city before it falls to the enemy.

Coming towards the leaders, from the south, are two horses. The horses and their riders come in at a fast trot to the center of the army, where Théoden, Fili, and Thorin are discussing battle plans. The three leaders are standing next to their mounts, as they discuss last minute battle strategy. Yet seeing the approaching horses, the three leaders end their discussion.

"The scouts report that Minas Tirith is surrounded." Éomer shouts, bringing his horse to a stop near the group.

"The lowest levels are in flames." Kili says from the other horse, with Tauriel sitting directly behind him.

"The enemy advances into the city, but at a slow pace. The men of Gondor are holding their own, for now." Tauriel growls out in frustration. She is worried about Toril and with good reason. Her youngest daughter has always had a knack for getting into the middle of a confrontation.

"Time is against us." Théoden says as he mulls over this information.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Fili asks Kili and Tauriel. The duo had been sent on ahead with some of the Rohan scouts upon leaving Dunharrow. Fili had asked them both to do so; not because he didn't trust the words of Men, but to have a better sense of things. Tauriel was never one to exaggerate on things, and Kili was only one of a few people who Fili trusted with his life.

"I did." Tauriel replies anxiously. The worry about Toril's safety is making the elleth restless.

"We must move out, then. The more time we waste here, more innocent lives are being lost." Thorin says as he looks over to where Inara is petting her own battle ram's snout. Since departing Dunharrow, Thorin has been wondering why Inara is being a bit distant towards him. But he will wait till after the battle before asking her about it.

Éomer nods to the three leaders before sending his horse into another quick trot to muster the troops.

Kili and Tauriel stay where they are, and Kili moves to climb down from his horse. "I will ride my own ram into battle, beside you. Then we split up to keep an eye over our family."

Kili and Tauriel had discussed and came to a decision about how they were to go into battle. Fili would need Kili by his side, and Tauriel was fine with that. However, they also agreed that Tauriel would not be too far away from Inara, so that she can keep an eye on the Queen.

Leaning down from her horse, Tauriel kisses Kili on the lips. She trusts that her dwarf will be safe during the upcoming battle. However, she is still nervous about the possibility of Kili being hurt or killed. So she makes a promise to herself to keep him within her sights once the fighting begins.

Horns are blown to signal to the armies that it is time to move out and go forth to battle. Yet in a different area of the massive armies, there is a small discussion between a hobbit and a lady that has caught the attention of three, roaming males.

"Take heart, Merry." Éowyn says to the resting hobbit. "It will soon be over."

"My lady," Merry replies to the woman as he continues to chew on small bread roll. "you are fair and brave and have much to live for. And have many who love you. I know it is too late to turn aside. I know that there is not much point now in hoping. If I were a knight of Rohan, capable of great deeds, but I'm not."

Before Merry can continue talking from where he is seated, against an old knocked over tree, a voice startles the hobbit. This causes Éowyn to try and hold back a small laugh from behind her hand.

"Is this a declaration of love, Master hobbit?" Frerin says as he plops down to the left of Merry. His armor is slightly dusty from travel, but still is as magnificent as it was when he put it on.

"Leave him be, Frerin." Durin states to his twin as he sits down of the opposite side of Merry. "If the lad is brave enough to declare his love for the fair maid, then leave him to it."

The third male chuckles at the antics of the other two before standing next to the lady. Then he looks up and speaking directly to Éowyn.

"I apologize for my cousin's behavior. It's not every day that they are able to tease a lad over the subject of love." Balder smiles at the blonde lady. His dwarven armor, though not as finely done as Frerin or Durin's, suits him as a lesser prince of Erebor.

"It is fine. Before battle, men have to relive the tension in some fashion." Éowyn says to Balder with a soft smile on her face.

"Prepare to move out!" Éomer yells out as he rides by, at a safe distance, on his horse.

Merry, Frerin, Durin, Balder, and Éowyn start to put their helmets back on and wish each other luck before the battle. Balder watches as Frerin and Durin hurry over to their mounts before turning to look at Merry and Éowyn.

"To battle we go, my friends." Balder says to them before getting a somber look on his face. "Look after each other on the battlefield."

"Same for you, Prince." Merry replies to Balder as he pulls the other male into a quick hug.

"See you on the battlefield." Éowyn says to the blonde prince.

Minas Tirith….

Night has fallen upon the white city, but that hasn't stopped the onslaught from the armies of Mordor. Once the darkness of night had fallen, the orcs changed which kind of ammunition they were sending via catapult. Instead of their normal use of boulders, the catapults are now sending fiery balls at the city. At the main gate, the orcs are still trying to break through by using their battering ram named Grond. Behind the main gate Gandalf is trying to hold the line against the hordes of Mordor, which all of the men hope that the gate will not be breached.

Up at the Citadel, Pippin and Toril watch the city below with worry in their eyes. They were down there earlier in the day and witnessed just how aggressive their enemy is on destroying the city. Most of the tall contraptions that allowed orcs to come over the walls have been destroyed via torching the things. But when night fell, the full fury of the enemy army began to go even more.

"It feels like the whole world is on fire." Toril says softly to Pippin while keeping her eyes on the main gate. She is still wearing the same outfit from earlier in the day. However, she has cut the front of the modified dress so that the bottom ends mid-calf over her shins. The back part of the dress is cut to match the length of the front. The bottom of her legging-like pants have been tucked into her boots to guarantee that they won't get caught on anything during battle.

"We'll survive this, Toril. Just wait and see." Pippin places a hand on Toril's shoulder to give her some kind of comfort.

Toril turns her head away from the city and looks at Pippin to give him a smile. However, something has caught the hobbit's attention for he is no longer looking at her. Following where Pippin is staring, Toril turns to see that Denethor is leading a small group of men somewhere. Those men are also carrying what Toril realizes is Faramir's body on a pallet.

"No." Toril whispers before walking away from Pippin. As she moves towards the group, Toril can hear Pippin following after her. "Where are they headed?"

"Let's follow them." Pippin says as he takes hold of Toril's arm and the two follow after the men.

The two follow, but at a distance, as the men walk through a building and onto a bridge. Slowly the men continue across the bridge, after stopping for a moment. Toril and Pippin stop and hide in the shadows before following them towards a darkened village like structure.

"That must be their burial tombs." Toril whispers to Pippin in awe of the details on the buildings.

"Why are they going to the tombs? Faramir is not dead." Pippin whispers back as they sneak closer to one of the buildings.

"You and I may know that, but I think that Denethor refuses to believe it. In my opinion, I think that Denethor has lost his mind."

Finally reaching the village, the two of them notice that a set of doors is open. Standing outside of the open doors, both Toril and Pippin hear Denethor ask for wood and oil. Looking at each other with worry etched on their faces, both of them know that they need to do something to stop whatever plan Denethor has.

"Pippin. You have to go get Gandalf. Quickly." Toril says to Pippin, giving the hobbit a serious look.

"What about you?"

"I'll keep an eye on things here." Toril replies as she cautiously looks into the room before looking back at Pippin. "If Faramir is to survive, you need to get Gandalf to come here and stop this madness."

"How do we know he is still alive?"

"His chest still moves, but the movement is shallow. Anyone could miss it if they were not looking hard enough. Besides I may be part dwarf, but my eyes are just as well as an elf's. Now go and be quick about it."

Pippin nods in agreement and scurries away to go find the white wizard, leaving Toril by herself.

Taking in what is happening in the room, Toril creeps her way into the rooms. Sneaking further in, Toril notices that a few men have returned with wood and oil. Toril keeps her distance to stay out of sight, but not too far to keep her from seeing what is happening. The men are making a makeshift pyre with the wood around a stone base which has Faramir lying on it. Hearing Denethor speaking about Faramir burning up, Toril decides to not hide in the shadows anymore.

"My lord!" Toril calls out, moving quickly towards the pyre. "Faramir isn't dead yet. He still lives if you would just look for yourself."

Denethor, seeing the small lady, leaves Faramir's side and makes his way towards her.

"I have been patient with you, but no longer." Denethor takes hold of Toril's upper arm and begins to drag her away. "Farewell to you and your husband. He has been released from my service."

By the time Denethor reaches the main door to the room, he practically shoves Toril outside.

"Go now and die in what way seems best to you."

Toril, who is able to keep herself from tripping and falling, turns to face the craze man. Giving the man a hard look Toril decides that she will no longer keep her temper in check around this man.

"You coward!" Toril screams at Denethor. "You murderer! It is your duty to care for the people, and yet you let them die! For what? Before this city falls you, Steward of Gondor, shall burn!"

Denethor simply scoffs at the small female's words before slamming the doors closed. "Pour the oil on the wood."

Hearing Denethor's command, Toril begins to body slam the door in desperation to keep the man from killing his son. All the while screaming out for Denethor to stop.

Elsewhere in Minas Tirith Pippin is running through the streets in search of Gandalf. Huffing and puffing from his exertions, Pippin makes pushes past the soldiers. Making his way further towards the front lines, Pippin sees a line of injured men moving past him.

Getting closer to the front lines, Pippin decides to call out for the white wizard. "Gandalf! Gandalf!"

Dawn is now breaking over the horizon, and the city still stands. Though the first level is now overrun, the second level is still holding the enemy's line back. It is at the last open gate that leads to the second level that Pippin finds Gandalf.

"Gandalf!" Pippin cries out while rushing to the wizard.

Gandalf, who is still leading the troops in battle, turns his head to see the hobbit coming towards him.

"Gandalf! Denethor has lost his mind!" Pippin shouts, not realizing that Gandalf is on Shadowfax. "He's burning Faramir alive!"

Gandalf is surprised to hear this news and reaches down to grab Pippin to pull him up onto the horse. "Up! Quickly!"

Spurring Shadowfax into a hard gallop, Gandalf listens as Pippin tells him all that has transpired at the Citadel. However, knowing that Pippin has left Toril up there on her own, Gandalf is worried about the young female's safety. Especially since Denethor doesn't fully realize just how important Toril is.

Halfway up to the Citadel, the pair come face-to-face with the leader of the enemy's army. The confrontation with the Nazgul and its rider, is disrupted by the sound of a horn blowing in the distance. Gandalf recognizes the horn as belonging to Rohan, but what takes him by surprise is a lower toned bellowing of another horn. A sound he hasn't heard in almost sixty years on a different battlefield. His opponent flies off in a hurry, as Gandalf realizes that it is not just the army of Rohan that has arrived, but those of Erebor as well.

On the fields before Minas Tirith…

In the morning light, the joint armies of Rohan and Erebor have arrived to find that the enemy was not expecting them. Coming to a halt Théoden, Fili, and Thorin move away from the front lines of their soldiers to see the massive army before them.

"They're moving to form up." Fili says from atop his ram. To say that he isn't worried would be a lie. The Easterling army wasn't even this large, and so Fili knows that this might be a battle that he may not survive.

"They are." Thorin replies to Fili's observation. "We will have to fight to the death to win this battle. But we are ready to die on this field, if necessary. This evil will not spread."

"Then let us end this." Théoden says before turning his horse so that he may address his commanders. He starts with giving orders to Éomer. "Éomer, take your eored down the left flank along with King Fili's dwarves. Gamling, follow the king's banner down the center with Thorin and myself. Grimbold, take your company right after you pass the wall with the Dwarven Princes."

Once his orders are given out, Théoden then speaks to his men. "Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!"

The dwarves, who were listening in to Théoden's speech, begin to hit their shields with their weapons. Their battle rams bleat out with the thumping sounds of the dwarves. Before the dwarves had left Dunharrow, Thorin and Fili had taken it upon themselves to let every dwarf know that Théoden was to lead them all towards the enemy before the dwarves were to come out from the shadows of the horse riders. Giving the dwarves the element of surprise upon the enemy.

So it was, hiding behind the second rows of the Rohan soldiers on horseback, that three close rank rows of dwarves upon battle rams were stationed, and behind them more Riders of Rohan. The dwarves knew that their rams would be the ones to shatter the front lines of the enemy, to allow Rohan's troops to invade the enemy troops.

Lowering the front of their spears, the front two lines of the Rohan army prepares to move. Théoden rides past a short section of the spears, allowing his sword to clang against the metal of the sharp spearheads.

In the middle of the section, behind the two rows, Thorin has pulled Orcrist out from its scabbard. Inara, whose ram is next to Thorin's, pulls out her new red sword as well. The removing of swords from scabbards, and other weaponry, can be heard by the two front rows of Riders.

Inara looks over her right shoulder to see that Tauriel has positioned herself in the line of Men that will follow the dwarven rams. The elleth has her bow, daggers, and a familiar looking sword in her arsenal. When Inara notices that Tauriel is looking at her, she can see a smug look on the elleth's face.

"Inara." Thorin calls out to her softly over the yelling of men and the sound of horns blowing.

Turning back around to look at Thorin, Inara notices that he looking at her with worry in etched on his face.

"I'm fine, Zahgidiwin." Inara replies with reassuring smile. Thorin returns her smile as the lines ahead of them begin to move forwards. Yet Inara can't ignore the building of a deep, sinking feeling down in her gut.

As the row upon row of Men and Dwarves charge forth, there is a shout of warning echoing through the ranks before the whistling of arrows soars through the air. The dwarves, whether on ram or riding on horseback with Men, raise their shields to block any arrows that may strike. However, the first two rows of Men survive the attack with little casualties, leaving the back rows of Men to lose a few good soldiers.

With the joint army getting close to the enemy's flank, the two front rows of Men split to allow the Dwarven rams to pass them. Moving with quickly, and with the agility of the rams, the three rows of Dwarves create a moving wall. The rams bow their heads in a full-blown charge while their riders lock their shields over the necks of the rams and to each other's shields. At this point, the riders on horseback close in from behind the moving wall, holding their spears forwards to add to the deadly maneuver.

The orcs, unsure of what to do with a moving barricade coming towards them, begin to panic and back up. Never before have they seen something like this before, and they are beginning to wonder if they will survive this attack.

Finally, the moving barricade wall breaches the ranks of the orcs, sending many of them flying into the air from the sheer force of being hit. Once the wall makes it through a small portion of the flank, the moving wall breaks apart as the dwarves begin to join the men in fighting against the orcs. The dwarves, who were riding with the men on horseback, jump down to join in the fighting. The dwarves are careful not to get underfoot of the horses, and work in groups of three or four as they take down orc after orc.

Further down the left side of the front lines, Fili is keeping his ram close to Éomer's horse. Him and the man agreed that with Fili being part of the blockade wall Éomer would be one of the men whose spear was closest to the Erebor King. Still on the back of his ram, Fili uses his two falchion swords to dispatch any orc that comes close to him. Already Fili has a small pile beginning to form of either side of his steed.

"Fili!" a familiar voice calls out from the sea of battle.

Keeping his focus on the task at hand, currently three orcs who have decided to attack him together, Fili can't help it when his eyes try to locate where the voice came from. A whistle in the air and the thud of an arrow into flesh, surprises Fili that his sword arm slips a bit. Another arrow comes whistling past and lands with a thud at its intended target.

"You're slipping in your old age, nadad." Kili yells out as he stabs the last orc in the back with a short dagger.

"And your aim has improved with yours, nadadith." Fili jokes to his brother as the two of them find themselves being surrounded by orcs. "Shall we dance, Kili?"

"By all means," Kili growls out in response. "you take the lead."

The two brothers, both still on their rams, begins to take out the many orcs that have surrounded them. They move in tandem with each other, knowing what the other is about to do and making sure to give support if necessary. It doesn't take them long to kill the orcs and with the last one dying from Fili's attack, the brothers smile at the carnage that they made.

At the other end of the front lines, the three princes are finding themselves working together in decimating the enemy ranks. Frerin, using a combination of sword and shield, is a force to be reckoned with. Each swing of his blade is killing any orc that has come too close. Durin, who is favoring an axe and broadsword combo for this battle, is sending orc heads flying through the air with each powerful stroke. For he has tapped into the knowledge of battle from his previous incarnations, which gives him power and strength. The twin brothers fight as a collective unit, while keeping Balder as backup support and to protect the rear. Balder swings his custom built warhammer at any orc that is still alive after his cousin's massacre. Though the young male does have a shield, which is hanging across his back, he hasn't needed it since the breaking of the enemy's front lines. Like most of the dwarves who were at this end of the moving wall, their rams were lost to the enemy's weapons.

"Princes!" A female voice calls out on the battlefield.

Balder, smashing the head of an orc with his warhammer, glances over his shoulder to see the staff wielding shieldmaiden rushing towards them. Her armor is banged up, but not broken. However, she is missing her helmet which allows her black, single braided hair to fly free in the wind.

"Over here!" Balder calls out to her before having to swing his weapon at yet another orc.

The dam fights her way to the three princes, and with each swing from her staff, clears a path to them.

"I lost track of the others, and the other three from my group are dead." She says as she joins up with the princes, taking a rear position with Balder.

"Have you seen anyone else, Brea?" Durin yells out as he takes down another orc.

"Only dead horses and their riders, along with the three from my fighting group. Other than that, I have no idea where we are from where the rest of the army's location. It's like our side got the worse of the enemy's fighters." Brea shouts back before a rather large orc coming towards the four fighters catches her attention. "Duck!"

All three males drop to the ground at Brea's command, and the whirl of her staff sounds from above their heads. The hear a loud thud of her staff making contact with something, but that is short lived as it is followed by Brea's shriek of surprise. Getting up quickly, Balder is barely able to move out of the way as the large orc swings Brea's staff at him. The dam, herself, is trying to get up from the ground where the orc had tossed her to via her staff.

"What in Mahal's balls are we to fight that thing with?" Frerin growls out as he has to step back to keep from being hit with the staff.

"Brea, you okay?" Durin shouts to the dam, who is now trying hard not to show her limp on her right side.

"Yeah. Caught me by surprise when he caught my end of my staff and tossed me with it." Brea replies in heavy breaths.

"I got an idea." Balder says as the four companions have to keep back stepping to keep out of reach from the staff wielding orc. "Brea, do you know how to play buck buck?"

"Ah what? I don't think now is the time for games." Brea growls out to the blonde prince.

"It's not a game per say." Durin replies as he notices that the other orcs have moved on to other places in the battlefield, leaving the four of them to face this larger orc.

"It's a strategy." Frerin growls out after having to keep himself from tripping over a fallen orc while backing away from this large enemy fighter. "It may just keep us alive long enough against this ugly mug."

"Anything is worth a shot at this point." Brea shouts in reply. "Just where did you all learn this strategy?"

"Amad." The twins reply with glee in their voices.

Balder, seeing a shield on the ground, picks it up and tosses it to Brea. "You're going to need this."

Brea catches the shield, which once belonged to a Rohan Rider, and hurries to place it on her arm. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Durin, Frerin, and Balder move behind her.

"What the hell?" Brea shouts out, wondering just what these princes are up to.

"Duck!" Frerin shouts out at Brea as Balder rushes past her.

Balder swings his warhammer at the same time that the large orc swings Brea's staff. The head of the hammer smashes the staff in half, which causes Brea to yell in frustration of her favorite weapon being destroyed. But the moment is short lived as Durin tosses his axe to her with the command for her to attack. So Brea follows Durin's command, and charges at the orc, her borrowed axe swinging out to parry any blow the large orc attempts with the broken piece of staff he still wields. Taking a chance, Brea moves quickly to slice at the belly of the orc, barely making enough contact to cause a line of dark blood to spill from the wound.

"Shield up, duck, and don't move!" Durin yells to Brea, which she follows with no hesitation.

Dropping to her knees, Brea raises her shield up over her shoulders and head only seconds before something heavy spring boards off the shield.

Coming off of Brea's shield is Balder, who swings down his warhammer, knocking the rest of Brea's broken staff out of the orcs hand. He lands to the ground and bends so that the shield on his back is raised just a bit higher than Brea's while he is bent over.

Again something springboards off of Brea's shield, and she can see the same thing happen to Balder as well. Though as to who it was, Brea recognize Frerin's shout of attack as he flies towards the orc with his shield and sword. He drives his sword down, ripping a diagonal line across the orcs chest before landing on the ground. Then Durin uses the step-like structure of the shields to springboard himself up until he reaches Frerin's waiting shield. His twin pushes the shield up so that Durin flies even higher into the air. On coming down, Durin is able to send his sword into the orc's upper chest, killing their enemy.

The orc's body lands with a big thud onto the ground, with Durin standing on its chest while holding onto his sword. Out of nowhere the three princes look at each other with wide grins on their faces before celebrating their enemy's defeat.

"I can't believe it work!" Frerin shouts as he pulls Balder into a celebratory hug.

"I know, right! All those time we practiced it and it never worked." Balder joyfully laughs at his older cousin.

Brea, however, is shocked by both statements. "What do you mean it never worked before. I thought you said it was a sound strategy!"

Durin makes his way over to Brea and plants a kiss to her cheek. "In theory it works, but every time we tried to do it, one of us wouldn't have the strength to keep the shields raised for the other two or three to use as a springboard."

"But. I thought you said the Queen taught it to you?" Brea asks as she roughly shoves Durin away from her. "You lied!"

"No. Our Amad did teach us the theory, but she never showed us how it was done. So it really isn't a lie." Durin replies as he grabs hold of Brea's hand. "Now I suggest we try to reach the others before we are set upon again."

Following Durin's suggestion, the other three pick up their weapons and head off to join in the fighting that is still taking place only a few yards away.

Inside the tombs of Minas Tirith…

Toril can hear it go quiet inside of the tomb where Denethor and Faramir are. With tears running down her cheeks, she keeps throwing herself against the heavy wooden door. Her screams from earlier have died away while a rawness has taken its place in her throat. With dawn having broken earlier, Toril is starting to wonder if she should just give up on her assault of the door. Leaning her left side against the door, Toril lets herself fall to the ground in defeat.

"Toril!" a commanding voice calls out, which is followed by another shout of her name by a softer voice.

Looking towards where the voice came from, Toril sees Gandalf approaching at a fast gallop on Shadowfax.

"Gandalf." She whispers softly while trying to brush away her tears.

"Move out of the way!" the softer sounding voice calls out as the horse keeps approaching.

"Pippin." Toril says softly before moving herself away from the door.

She watches as the horse just about charges the door, but at the last second rear up and slams its mighty front hooves against the hard wood. This causes the door to fly open from the force of the blow.

"Stay this madness!" Gandalf yells out at Denethor as Shadowfax enters the room.

Denethor, however, sees that his guards are no longer about to light the pyre that has been built. So he takes hold of one of the torches while facing Gandalf.

"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 says to the wizard before tossing the torch onto the top of the pyre that he stands upon with Faramir lying just below him.

"No!" Toril screams out as she rushes into the room.

Gandalf, wasting no time, takes hold of a long staff from a guard that was stationed at the inside of the door. He charges forwards to the pyre and knocks Denethor over by hitting him with the staff. Pippin, not wasting a second jumps out from behind Gandalf, and rolls Faramir's body down, off of the pyre. Toril is waiting below as both Pippin and Faramir come down and land on the ground. Quickly, both her and Pippin try to put out the small flames that were starting to burn at Faramir's clothed legs.

Just as they put out the flames, Denethor takes hold of Toril, in his madness, by her throat with both of his hands. He isn't able to lift her fully off of the ground as he shakes her roughly as he yells at her.

"You shall not take my son from me." Denethor squeezes her throat.

"No!" Pippin screams out before charging at Denethor, but he isn't able to break the man's hold on Toril's throat.

Even Toril, who is holding on to Denethor's wrists, can't seem to break free. With it being difficult to breathe, her eyes are starting to go fuzzy. This scares Toril more than facing a legion of orcs by herself.

Shadowfax, sensing the hobbits worry about its mate, causes the horse to spring into action. He charges towards the man holding the little female in his grasp, and rears up so that he can kick out his front legs at the man. He knows what it is like to protect a mate from a dangerous foe.

Denethor, startled by the horse's actions, lets go of Toril a second before feeling a hoof slam into his shoulder. This blow sends Denethor reeling back and onto the fiery pyre behind him.

Pippin takes hold of Toril as the lass coughs while trying to breathe. He holds her close as if he can shield her from any harm that may come towards them. Yet nothing dangerous comes towards the pair. Instead, both watch as Denethor runs out of the room while on fire.

"Are you alright?" Pippin asks Toril as he starts to check her for injury.

"I'll be fine." Toril rasps out at Pippin before turning to look at Shadowfax. "Thank you, friend."

The white horse lets out a neigh in response, happy to see his other little friend is safe.

"You need to take Faramir to a healer, quickly." Gandalf tells the guards who are still standing around, not knowing what to do. "The rest of you are need in battle."

Not willing to wait any longer, Gandalf reaches down and picks up Pippin followed by Toril. Once the pair are settled behind him, on Shadowfax, the wizards has Shadowfax charge out of the room and back to the front lines in Minas Tirith.


So there is part one of the major battle on Pellenor fields. I had to break it up so that it wouldn't become too confusing for you all. The next chapter will start off with being back out on the main fields.

Enjoy the wait till November for the next update.

Selene