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Chapter 26- Ride of the Rohirrim

Across the hill rising at the northern edge of the Pelennor Fields, thousands of Rohirrim ride slowly over the crest of the hill to within sight of Minas Tirith. After riding long and hard for three days from DUnharrow, they have finally reached Minas Tirith.

At the head of the Rohirrim formation, Theoden rides forward on his horse, Snowmane. As he reigns in Snowmane, Theoden takes in the sight before him. Over two hundred thousand Orcs massing around Minas Tirith, with the lower two levels of the city burning.

He hears two horses riding up beside him. Looking to the side, Theoden sees that it is Gar and Fel. The two had been given their pick of horses prior to leaving Edoras. Gar had chosen a jet black stallion, and Fel had chosen a pinto mare. The two Mandalorians had also been appointed by Theoden as his advisors.

"What do you think?" THeoden asks.

"Looks more menacing than I imagined, but I think if we maintain the momentum of our initial charge, they won't be able to handle it. My concern is that they'll try and use archers to pick us off and reduce our numbers before we even get close," Gar says.

Theoden nods to show he agrees. "Do you think the two of you can reduce the number of their archers before we can get in range?" Theoden asks.

Fel nods, Theoden not able to see his smirk under his helmet. "We'll give 'em a good show," he says.

Theoden nods. "Good. Do what you must once we begin to ride," he says.

"Yes, Theoden-King," Gar says with a nod.

Theoden nods in return, then turns Snowmane around and rides to instruct his marshalls as to what to do as Gar and Fel ride back to take their place among the Rohirrim. "Eomer, take your eored down the left flank!" Theoden orders.

"Flank ready!" Eomer calls out.

"Hama, follow the King's banner down the center!" Theoden orders Hama. He then rides on towards Grimbold, the Third marshall, and orders, "Grimbold, take your company right after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no darkness!" Grimbold then rides off to take up his position.

Now facing all of his rides, Theoden begins to shout, "Arise! Arise, Riders of THeoden! Swords shall be shaken! Shields shall be splintered! A sword day! A red day! Ere the sun rises!"

Across the front of the Rohirrim formation, Rohirrim begin to lower their spears in preparation to charge. Meanwhile, Eowyn, on her horse Windfola, leans in and whispers to Merry, who is sitting in front of her in the saddle, "Whatever happens, stay close to me. I'll look after you."

Both Gar and Fel have ridden with Eowyn most of the last few days. They had discovered Eowyn had snuck along with the army not long after leaving Dunharrow. Both had promised not to tell THeoden after discovering the truth.

"Don't worry, Eowyn. Stay close to us, and we'll make sure your uncle doesn't have to have a heart attack," Gar says.

The group then hears something. Looking in the direction of the sound, they see Theoden riding along the Rohirrim line, letting his sword, Herugrim, hit the Rohirrim spears. As he goes, he yells, "Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride for ruin, and the world's ending!" He then turns in the direction of the army of Mordor and yells, "DEATH!"

"DEATH!" the Rohirrim bellow in response, Gar and Fel joining in.

"DEATH!" Theoden yells again, with the Rohirrim echoing.

"DEATH!" Theoden yells a third time, and everyone, including Eowyn and Merry now, echoes Theoden's cry.

"FORTH EORLINGAS!" Theoden bellows. A number of Rohirrim then let out blasts from their horns, and Theoden begins riding forward on Snowmane. The rest of the Rohirrim begin to follow him, bellowing their war cries as they spur their horses forward. They start the horses off at a trot, then slowly speeding up into a canter, then finally into a full gallop as they get closer.

"Keep our horses with you!" Gar yells to Eowyn. Gar and Fel toss their reigns to Eowyn and Merry, then take to the air with their jetpacks, streaking ahead of the rest of the ROhirrim towards the armies of Mordor.

Gar and Fel draw grenade from their belts as they near the Orc lines. Spotting the lines of Orc archers, the two Mandalorians dive down and start dropping their grenades down onto the Orcs. The explosions kills dozens of Orcs and send more flying, wounding them with shrapnel. Gar and Fel then fly back and forth, roasting some Orcs with their flamethrowers and killing more with their blasters. The two start flying back to the Rohirrim as the mass of cavalry nears the Orc lines. They swoop down towards Eowyn and drop down right into their saddles, then take the reigns back and spur their horses even faster, drawing a blaster with one hand and holding the reigns with the other.

The orc lines had been thrown into chaos by Gar and Fel's attack, and are now unprepared to stand up against the incoming charge. The archers hadn't even had the opportunity to fire against the Rohirrim. A handful of Orcs wielding pikes try to stand firm, but it is not enough.

The Rohirrim charge crashes right through the Orc lines, sweeping aside the Orcs trying to stand with their pikes. The horses bowl many Orcs over as other Orcs meet their ends on the end of Rohirrim spears. Gar and Fel fire their blasters at every Orc in sight as they guide their horses with their other hand.

The Rohirrim charge through the armies of Mordor, scything right through their ranks. As they continue their charge, Gar and Fel smirk under their helmets. If this keeps going the way it is, maybe this isn't as doomed as they thought it would be.


Gar smirks under his helmet as he carves open an Orc's head with his sword lent to him by Theoden's Royal Guard. The Rohirrim had mostly stopped their charge, but were still carving through Mordor's forces. They had already killed tens of thousands of Orcs, and cutting down more and more with every second. To their surprise, the Witch-King of Angmar, as well as the other two Nazgul who had returned to the fight after being scared off by Jakan and Mirta, had not yet attacked the Rohirrim.

The momentum of the initial charge mostly spent, the Rohirrim had mostly discarded their spears and switched over to their swords, axes, and occasional war hammer. Orcs kept trying to attack Rohirrim, but were usually cut down by the mounted Rohirrim. Rohirrim casualties at this point were incredibly below expectations by this point.

Fel rides up beside Gar, swinging his sword through an Orc's neck as he fires his blaster into the distance, killing two more Orcs. Fel turns his head towards Gar and laughs before saying, "These things are mor pathetic than stormtroopers."

"No kidding!" Gar calls back. He then looks to the other side and sees an Orc about to try to slash at his horse's neck. Gar instantly kills it with a blaster shot to the face.

Gar swivels his head around, and sees Merry and Eowyn on Windfola only a few feet away. He sees Merry stab his sword at an Orc's chest, plunging it through its heart. Eowyn, at the same time, cleaves open the chest of an Orc on the other side of Windfola.

Gar swivels around and sees several Orcs rushing towards Theoden. He easily dispatches each of them with a blaster shot each.

Gar reigns his horse around. As he does, he kicks an Orc in the chest before killing it with a blaster shot to the face.

As the Rohirrim continue their attack, cutting down every orc in their path, the hosts of Mordor begin to retreat, routing in the direction of Osgiliath. From his horse, Eomer sees the direction they are running and bellows, "Drive them to the river!"

A company of riders under Eomer begins chasing the Orcs, trying to drive them towards the river to trap them. As he watches the hosts of Mordor fleeing, Theoden feels a sense of satisfaction run through him. The hosts of Mordor are in retreat, and the Rohirrim have suffered less than 200 casualties. Feeling that perhaps the battle is indeed in their hands, Theoden calls out, "Make safe the city!" The ROhirrim begin to cheer in response, and some begin riding towards the gates of Minas Tirith to begin working to clear Sauron's forces out of the city.

However, Sauron's forces are not finished. A loud roar and a thud draw Theoden's attention. As he turns to the sound of the repeating thuds, his face begins to fall and he slowly begins to lower his sword in shock at what he's witnessing. Across the line, Rohirrim, including Eomer, look in surprise, horror, and nervousness at the sight being revealed. Amidst them, Gar and Fel turn their heads in the direction the noises are coming from. Shock runs through them. Gar is so shocked he reaches up and removes his helmet, looking in the direction of the sounds as he mutters, "What the hell?"

The sounds echoing across the Fields of Pelennor are signalling the arrival of the main Haradrim force onto the battlefield. However, these Haradrim have brought a surprise. Among the many fauna native to the vast lands of Harad, in Harad's southern jungles live the mumakil, or oliphaunts. Massive four legged creatures, mature mumakil can stand up to 100 feet tall, although more common sizes range between 70 and 80 feet. Each mumakil has incredibly thick grey skin that makes them almost invulnerable to arrows and resistant to many other weapons. Despite their size and physical strength, their most dangerous weapons are their tusks. Each mumakil has two massive forward tusks, two medium sized tusks behind the larger ones, and two very small ones right above the large ones. The mumakil are so large that even one can cause the ground to shake. And now, a force of 20 mumakil is marching in the direction of Minas Tirith.

The mumakil are not only weapons themselves, but provide a unique combat advantage. On the back of each mumakil is strapped a large war tower, with places for Haradrim to stand to be able to release arrows and spears down upon their enemies. Each tower is manned by a hundred Haradrim. Each of the mumakil had also had spiked collars put around their heels to protect them from being attacked by swords. Some of the mumakil had similar collars attached to their tusks to make them more dangerous, and some of the mumakil also had spiked chains strung between their larger tusks to allow them to sweep horses and their riders away. Each mumakil is guided for a single Haradrim man, who uses chains attached the creature's ears to guide it in whichever direction he wishes.

One of the men leading a mumakil, the Haradrim king, blows a loud blast from a war horn. Only moments later, taking this as a signal, the mumakil begin to speed up, breaking into a slow run. However, a slow run for a mumakil is about equivalent to a canter or even a gallop for a horse, so big are their strides.

Theoden grits his teeth as he watches the mumakil approach. Knowing they have no choice but to engage them, Theoden bellows, "Reform the line! Reform the line!" Despite their fear, the ROhirrim listen to their king's command and begin re-arranging themselves into a line.

Gar puts his helmet back on. Looking over at Fel, he says, "We have to do something."

"I agree. Let's hit 'em with rockets, then once we get a good look at them and find their weaknesses, figure out what to do," Fel says.

At that moment, Theoden bellows, "Sound the charge! Take them head on!" Beside him, Hama blows a horn to signal the charge, and Theoden bellows, "Charge!"

The Rohirrim bellow their war cries, and begin their charge. As they do, Gar and Fel, holding the reigns tightly to keep their horses steady, mentally command their rockets to activate. The two use their helmets to lock their rockets onto two of the approaching mumakil. Then, they bend their heads forward a bit, and the rockets launch. The rockets streak through the air towards the advancing mumakil. Counting from the left end of the line, the rockets strike the fifth and thirteenth mumakils in the line. The mumakils roar in pain as the rockets strike them right in the head and explode. The explosions tear away flesh from their heads and send shrapnel further into their heads. Both mumakil stumble and collapse forward. The two are dead within a minute. A third mumakil panicks because of the explosions and turns away, running back the way it came.

The Rohirrim cheer a little more loudly as they see the two mumakil collapse. However, the glee doesn't last long. As the Rohirrim line reaches the remaining mumakil, the mumakil begin swinging their heads from side to side. As the two lines meet, the mumakil swing their tusks through the Rohirrim lines. In seconds, a few hundred ROhirrim are killed as they are either speared on the tusks or the attached spikes, or when they are tossed flying by the tusks. A number of Rohirrim have their spears sheered in half by the mumakil's tusks. Still more are impaled on the ankle spikes or crushed underfoot. Then, the second part of the assault begins as the Haradrim riding on the mumakil begin firing arrows down at the Rohirrim riding all around them.

Gar and Fel manage to guide their horses out of the way of the charging mumakil. They stare around them in shock as they watch the carnage beginning to unfold around them. Fel then hears the sound of an arrow striking his helmet.

"We need to take care of those men on their backs before we can take care of the beasts themselves!" Fel calls out.

"I agree!" Gar calls back. He then leans in and says to his horse, "Get to safety!" The horse seems to snort in agreement.

Both Gar and Fel put small tracking devices in their saddlebags, so they can find their horses later. Then, they each draw their sword and one of their blasters before activating their jetpacks and taking to the air.

Gar and Fel fly up towards the tower on the back of one of mumakil. Gar lands on the front of the tower, while Fel lands on the rear part of the tower.

As Gar lands, he brings his sword down on one of the Haradrim, cleaving open his head. Gar then fires his blaster, killing three Haradrim in quick order. More Haradrim see Gar and try to start attacking him, either with spears of their bows, but Gar moves quickly, moving from target to target, killing them with his sword and his blaster while Fel does the same thing in the rear of the tower. In only a minute, they've killed most of the Haradrim on the tower.

Gar now moves to the next part of their plan. While Fel continues to keep the last few Haradrim busy, Gar activates his jetpack and flies down beside the mumakil. Gripping his sword tightly, Gar flies up beside the massive ropes holding the tower to the mumakil's back. Gar slashes his sword at the ropes, cutting cleanly through them. The weight of the tower quickly becomes unstable, and the tower begins to lean. Within moments, the tower begins to topple off the mumakil, eventually crashing to the ground.

Gar flies back up to the top of the mumakil, and sees Fel landing on its back, having used his jetpack to avoid falling with the tower. As Gar watches, Fel runs across the mumakil's back up to its head, shifts his grip on his sword into a reverse grip, raises his sword above his head, and then, using both hands, drives the sword into the mumakil's head. The skin here is thinner than most other spots on its body, and the sharpness of the blade combined with Fel's strength is enough for the sword to drive through the skin and into its brain.

The mumakil roars and stumbles before starting to topple over to the side. Gar and Fel both fly away and watch as the mumakil tumbles dead. Looking around, they see the Rohirrim are starting to meet with some success too. Eomer had killed the Haradrim king with a thrown spear, causing the king to tumble off his mumakil and causing the mumakil to charge right into another mumakil, bringing both down. As they watch, they see Eowyn bring down another mumakil by slashing her sword and a stolen sword through the fronts of the mumakil's legs.

Suddenly, the two Mandalorians hear something. Looking in the direction of the noise, they both grin to see Jakan flying towards them.

"Jakan! Good to see you again!" Gar calls out.

"You too! It looked like you guys were having a tough time out here, so I figured Mirta could handle the defense of the city," Jakan says. He pauses for a second, then says, "Let's take these things down."

"Yeah!" Fel yells, and the three Mandalorians head straight for another mumakil.

As the three Mandalorians approach the mumakil, Gar and Fel see Jakan put his blasters away and move his arms as if he's readying his vambraces. Recognizing what he has planned, Gar and Fel stow their weapons away and do the same.

As the three Mandalorians approach, they separate. Gar flies up alongside the right side of the mumakil, while Fel flies past it on the left side, and Jakan flies directly over the top. As they go past the tower, they slow down almost to a stop and let loose with their flamethrowers. The fierce flames quickly set the wood and leather and other building materials on fire. Haradrim warriors scream as they start to burn alive. The mumakil also starts to bellow and roar as the flames begin to burn its skin. Remembering vaguely of a place of water, the mumakil begins charging in the direction it remembers water, desperate to quench the flames now burning its back.

The three Mandalorians regroup and re-examine the battlefield. Gar and Fel had killed two mumakil with their rockets and driven off a third, they had killed a fourth mumakil, and now they, along with Jakan, had driven off a fifth. The Rohirrim had either killed or disabled four more. The mumakil are now down to almost half their original strength. However, the remaining mumakil are still wreaking havoc, and the orcs that had been retreating have now regrouped and begun to re-enter the battle.

Knowing they have to eliminate the threat from the mumakil and their riders are quickly as possible, the three Mandalorians now set their sight on another mumakil and streak towards it, weapons drawn.


Mirta looks over at the gate as it shudders again. The defenders have retreated up to the fourth level, and secured the gate. Now, an Olog-hai is trying to break down the door with its hammer. Jakan had left minutes earlier to assist the Rohirrim, believing that Mirta could sufficiently help the defenders. However, with the mass of enemies now within the walls of Minas Tirith, she's no longer sure.

Mirta takes a swig of water from her waterskin, then glances down at her sword. The sword is stained almost completely black from the blood of Orcs. As she looks at it, she reflects that at least if she dies, dying here and now is not a bad way to go out, and she will leave behind a legacy worth leaving.

Right then, she hears Pippin say, "I didn't think it would end this way." She looks over at Pippin, just about two feet away from her, and sees he's looking at Gandalf.

Mirta then looks over at Gandalf right as Gandalf says, "End?...No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path…one that we all must take. The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass….and then you see it."

Gandalf glances off, as if remembering something. After a moment, Pippin asks, "What? See what Gandalf?"

Gandalf is quiet for a moment before looking back at Pippin and Mirta and saying, "White shores…and beyond. A far green country, under a swift sunrise." With the look on his face, it is clear that he is remembering his experience. Mirta remember Jakan telling her that Gandalf had died and been brought back before. If the look on his face indicates anything, it's that his words, descriptive as they are, are unable to convey the grandeur of what he is speaking of.

Hearing this, Pippin begins to smile. "Well…that isn't so bad," he says.

"No. No, it is not," Gandalf says with a smile.

"Well…if that what awaits us…maybe dying isn't so bad," Mirta says with a smile. Although she doesn't want to die, at least it sounds like dying will be more like a release to a better world.

Then, the sound of the hammer on the gate comes again. Gandalf looks at them more seriously and nods once. Pippin takes a deep breath as he grips his sword, and Mirta slides her helmet back on before drawing her blasters.


Theoden looks out over the battlefield, re-assessing the situation. This situation has continued to get worse for the Rohirrim. Although Jakan, Gar, and Fel have killed another mumakil and are working on another one, the mumakil have continued to wreak havoc among the Rohirrim. Over 1,000 Rohirrim have been killed by the mumakil and their riders, with more wounded. The Rohirrim are starting to lose their nerve in the face of the relentless creatures. Despite the fact that Jakan, Gar, and Fel have picked off many of the Haradrim riders, many Rohirrim are continuing to be cut down by Haradrim archers.

Knowing he has to rally his men, Theoden raises his sword, Herugrim, high over his head, shouting as loud as he can, "Rally to me! To me!"

Suddenly, a loud, piercing screech begins to pierce the air, growing louder. Theoden slowly turns his head in the direction of the noise, and sees a fell beat swooping out of the mist over the battlefield, with the Witch-King of Angmar on its back. The Witch-King had seen that the Rohirrim and Mandalorians were starting to have success in fighting off the Haradrim assault and were starting to regain some momentum despite the increasing demoralization among the Rohirrim. Thinking that the death of Theoden might shatter the Rohirrim resolve, the Witch-King had decided to take him out, and directed his fell beast in Theoden's direction. Theoden only has time to give a look of resignation before the fell beast is upon him.

The fell beast touches down right in front of him as it reaches out and grabs Snowmane around the neck in its jaws. The fell beast spins around once, tossing Snowmane around a bit before releasing the horse. Snowmane and Theoden go tumbling over the ground before Snowmane, now dead, lands on Theoden's legs, trapping Theoden under the now dead horse.

A short distance away, Eowyn, who had been fighting off Orcs while trying to find Merry, who she been separated from after Windfola threw them off to keep them from being crushed under a dead mumakil, watches in horror as the Witch-King's fell beast attacks and then throws Snowmane, her horror only increasing as she sees her uncle trapped under Snowmane's body. Knowing she has to do something, she races towards them.

The Rohirrim that had started to gather Theoden scatter, many losing their nerve completely. The fell beast growls at them before refocusing its attention on Theoden. On its back, the Witch-King, eyes fixed on Theoden, says, "Feast on his flesh." The Witch-King doesn't want to just kill Theoden, but make his death as horrible and humiliating as possible to break the Rohirrim utterly.

However, as the fell beast stalsk towards Theoden's body, Eowyn races up, getting in between the Witch-King and her uncle. She looks at the Witch-King with defiance before saying, "I will kill you if you touch him."

"Do not come between the Nazgul and his prey," the Witch-King says.

The fell beast then snarls before lunging forward with its head and trying to snatch Eowyn up in its jaws. Eowyn jumps aside and slashes her sword at the beast's neck, cutting through it's hide. A second stroke cuts off the fell-beast's head completely. In its death throes, the beast's body rears up, then topples over, throwing the Witch-King off.

Eowyn picks up a discarded Rohirrim shield, knowing this isn't over. Sure enough, only moments later, the Witch-King raises from amidst the beast's twitching wings and turns to face Eowyn. In his right hand he holds his long, dark sword. In his other hand, he wields a black flail, the head of the flail spiked and easily twice the size of a person's head. Eowyn looks at the Witch-King's fearsome wepaons, wondering if she can actually last against this enemy.

Meanwhile, a short distance away, Jakan is working with Gar and Fel to take down the mumakil they've been working on. As Jakan sees that most of the Haradrim riders have been killed, Jakan activates his jetpack and flies down besides the beast's head. Drawing Hadhafang, and not having to worry about any arrows, Jakan drives Hadhafang into the mumakil's eye as deep as he can. The mumakil roars before it begins to topple over, dead.

Swiveling around in midair, Jakan spots something. Zooming in using his helmet's systems, Jakan sees in horror as the Witch-King shatters Eowyn's shield with his flail. Knowing he has to save Eowyn, Jakan aims right for the spot and pumps up the thrust of his jetpack, streaking towards them.

As Jakan flies towards them, the Witch-King stalks towards Eowyn, having set down his flail. He stops in front of Eowyn, reaches down, and grabs her around the throat in his armored hand. "You fool. No man can kill me," the Witch-King says.

The Witch-King holds Eowyn up in front of his void of a face. Eowyn suddenly starts to feel a strange feeling. She doesn't realize she is being subjected to the Nazgul power known as Black Breath. Black Breath is a power that Nazgul have that they can use to effect those in their immediate vicinity. It is best described as an aura of power that the Nazgul can produce that can incapacitate their enemies close enough to them. Brief exposure can cause unconsciousness and various mental problems for a short period, such as agitation and bad dreams. Prolonged exposure can cause death by sending the afflicted into a coma of nightmares that will eventually lead to their death.

Now, Eowyn is being fully exposed to Black Breath. The Witch-King looks into her face as he says venomously, "Die n-"

However, he is suddenly cut off by a powerful blaster shot to the face, causing him to let go of Eowyn and stumble backwards. As Eowyn falls to the ground, Jakan flies in and lands between her and the Witch-King, returning his blaster rifle to his back before drawing both Hadhafang and the Darksaber, igniting the Darksaber as he does so.

The Witch-King steadies himself and faces Jakan. "Mandalorian," the Witch-King hisses as he grips his sword tightly.

"I thought it was about time we met. Too bad it's our only meeting," he says before shifting his grip on his weapons and charging at the Witch-King.

The Witch-King screeches as Jakan charges and brings his sword up to block Jakan's first blow. Hadhafang clashes with the Witch-King's sword with a loud clang. Jakan then slashes the Darksaber at the Witch-King, but only managing to cut off a section of cloth from the Witch-King's robe. Jakan snarls, and attacks again, and the duel begins.

The few Rohirrim still close by watch in amazement as Jakan and the Witch-King clash, dueling at great speed. Jakan moves such incredible fluidity, Hadhafang and the Darksaber flashing as they move at great speed to block the Witch-King's strikes.

Jakan gets in the first about 15 seconds into the duel, slashing the Darksaber at the Witch-King's exposed left arm. The Witch-King screeches and jerks his left arm back. However, he immediately strikes at Jakan's neck with his sword, which Jakan manages to block using Hadhafang.

Then, seconds later, the Witch-King manages to stab his sword at Jakan's chest. However, the beskar-durasteel alloy of his withstands the blow. Jakan then strikes at the Witch-King's chest with Hadhafang, but the Witch-King dodges.

Jakan brings both his weapons up and tries to bring them down on the Witch-King's head. The Witch-King brings his sword up to block the weapons.

Jakan puts all his strength behind his weapons, trying to force the Witch-King back. However, in the fury of their fight, Jakan hadn't realized that their duel had carried them over to where the Witch-King had set his flail down. Then, before he can react, the Witch-King grabs his flail with his left hand, then brings it up and swings it at Jakan's head. The flail hits Jakan in the side of the head. The flail doesn't even dent or scratch the beskar of his helmet, but badly dazes Jakan and sends him flying. Jakan hits the body of a dead horse and falls on it, dazed.

The Witch-King advances towards Jakan, ready to kill him. However, by now, Eowyn has somewhat recovered and regained her senses. Determined to help her friend, Eowyn readies her sword and charges at the Witch-King, slashing at his shoulder. The Witch-King screeches in pain and turns to face Eowyn.

Eowyn feels if she is going to do, she might as well die as Eowyn. Reaching up, she removes her helm, letting her long blonde hair flow out. She looks at the Witch-King defiantly and declares, "I am no man!"

The Witch-King tightens its grip on it sword and flail. However, right as he is about to say something, right behind him, Merry drives the Noldor dagger given to him by Galadriel into the back of the Witch-King's knee. The magic of the dagger cuts through the enchantments tying the Witch-King to this life and through much of the magic protecting him. The Witch-King screeches in pain and falls to his knees, dropping his sword. Taking the chance, Eowyn yells as she draws her sword back, then drives it right into the Witch-King's face.

White energy seems to radiate across the Witch-King's hood from the spot where Eowyn's sword struck. Then, what seems like a fall shockwave forces the sword back out.

Jakan regains his senses as a screeching begins to emanate from the Witch-King. He sits up, and watches along with Eowyn and Merry as the Witch-King's helm begins to crumple in on itself. In a matter of seconds, the Witch-King seems to collapse in on himself, his robes and armor collapsing to the ground.

After several moments, Jakan realizes that he's not still dreaming, and that the Witch-King really is dead. He slowly gets to his feet, Hadhafang and the Darksaber still in his hands. He slowly walks over to Eowyn and kneels down beside her. "Eowyn, are you okay?" he asks.

Eowyn has collapsed against the body of a dead horse, clearly exhausted. Eowyn looks up at Jakan and says, "I am wounded…but I will live."

Jakan is quiet for a moment, then draws one of his blasters and holds it out to Eowyn. "Take this to defend yourself. When the battle is over for good, I will return for you," he says. Eowyn looks at his blaster for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking it.

"Stay safe," Jakan says. He then turns around and takes to the air again.

As he rises into the air, he sees something that mystifies him. All across the battlefield, he sees what looks like an army of green ghosts, rolling over the armies of Mordor, with the Orcs and others forces of Sauron falling in droves.

"What in the world?" he wonders. Then, he sees three familiar looking figures. Zooming in, he grins as he sees Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas.

"About time they showed up," he mutters to himself. He follows the direction the ghosts are coming from, and sees a force of about ten ships docked at the dock facilities on the river a few miles from Minas Tirith, which he assumed Aragorn and the other came aboard, and brought the ghosts in. Then, to his delight, he sees several thousand men disembarking from the ships. While on the his journey to intercept the Corsairs, Aragorn had recruited as many of southern Gondor's forces as he could and sent out heralds with further summons. He had managed to gather a force of 3,000 men to bring to Minas Tirith, including 700 of the famous Knights of Dol Amroth, known as the Swan Knights, Gondor's most elite cavalry unit. Aragorn had ordered them to remain at the docks until the battle was over, wanting to preserve them for future battles, believing the Army of the Dead could handle the Hosts of Mordor.

Jakan shakes himself out of his surprise and refocuses on the battle. Looking around, he sees one of the few remaining mumakil rampaging just a few hundred years. Drawing the Darksaber, he activates it and flies right towards the mumakil. Flying up alongside it, he slashes through the ropes holding the tower on its back and cutting a gash into its side. The tower begins to fall off the mumakil as the beast roars in pain. Jakan then flies up to the mumakil's head, and without hesitation, drives the Darksaber into the top of its head and into its brain, then jets away as the mumakil collapses to the ground.

Jakan slowly sets down on the ground, looking around the battlefield. The Army of the Dead has already wiped out pretty much all of the hosts of Mordor on the Fields of Pelennor, and are now beginning to pour into the city to destroy the enemies within the city. Recognizing that his job is pretty much done, and what's left of the Host of Mordor will soon be destroyed, Jakan allows himself a moment to take in the scene around him, and finally feel some relief.

"At last…it's over," Jakan says. Minas Tirith is finally saved. However, he knows that the struggle is not over. Sauron is still out there.

The final battle is yet to come.


And, I'll end there. I hope you liked this chapter, and how I did the Rohirrim action.

I also hope you liked the scene with Gandalf, Pippin, and Mirta. That scene is one of my favorite scenes from the movies. I've always said when I die, I hope passage into the next life is like Gandalf describes.

We're now getting into the endgame. There will be one, maybe two chapters before the final battle. Hope you're looking forward to it. Until the next chapter is up, please leave a review, and stay tuned!