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A/N: I've just learned that some of my relatives might be visiting, so you may not get the next chapter until Tuesday night. I'm sorry about that! Afterwards I'm hoping to continue updating on a daily basis! Which reminds me, some of you have asked how I update so fast. It's because now that I have a laptop, I can stay up late in my room typing the story.

Chapter 34: The Pelennor Fields

On the fields of Pelennor, the orcs were beginning to enter Minas Tirith at a much faster rate. Then a long low horn sounded. They scrambled around to see what it was.

Rohan had come.

Eowyn, Fred, George, and Merry were all riding near the front. They stared out at the army before them. It was a daunting sight. They all gripped their swords tighter. The time had come.

"Fred?" said George.

"What?"

"We're in BIG trouble!"

Fred chuckled. "So what else is new?"

The Witch King flew above his army, surveying the scene. The Rohirrim were yelling death cries to the enemy, who looked dismayed. The wraith sneered. These horsemen could be easily crushed; he would make sure of that.

Meanwhile his beast kept swinging its tail irritably. It felt like there was something attached to it, but the steed couldn't turn to see what it was. That was good, because that something was Ginny, and she could barely hold on as it was. She didn't dare look down, not even to watch the Rohirrim charging down the hill towards the orcs.

Someone should have warned the orcs about Fred, George, Merry, and Eowyn. It was George's turn to carry Merry on his horse, but it made no difference, if anything, it made the pair more formidable. They swung their swords left and right, killing anything foolish enough to be in their paths. The orcs were terrified. They ran this way and that, trying to kill their enemy, who had the advantage of being on horseback. It looked like Rohan was going to win!

Then another horn blew in the distance. It was not a friendly one.


Hermione lay unconscious in Shelob's tunnel. She knew nothing about what was happening to the hobbits. She was having dark dreams of twisting tunnels and clicking sounds.

Then she found herself in the middle of a golden forest. I've been here before! she realized.

Hermione Granger.

Hermione spun around. Walking towards her was Galadriel. I'm in Lothlorien? she thought in puzzlement.

Yes. Listen to me Hermione. You have summoned help from my magic brooch, but now your friends are in need of you. Wake and go to them!

Where are they?

Frodo was attacked by Shelob as he went through the passage to Mordor. Sam saved him, and now the wretched spider is seriously wounded, if not dead. But Sam made a terrible mistake. He mistook both you and Frodo for dead. No harm has come to you, but Frodo was captured by orcs.

WHAT? Do they have the Ring?

No, Sam took it beforehand, so as to complete the Quest. Now he is rushing to Frodo's rescue as we speak.

Will I get there in time?

No, but you must catch up to them in Mordor. Follow the path to Mount Doom. You will meet them, and you must save them from great perils.

Not more!

Yes more. That is what you must do.

How do you know all this?

I have seen it through my Mirror. Now wake! There isn't a moment to lose!

As she said this, Hermione found herself waking up. She wasn't in Lothlorien. She was alone by the exit to Shelob's lair. Gripping her wand and shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she broke loose from the web cords wrapped around her legs, and managed to cut her way out of the hated tunnel. Then she raced up the path to Mordor. Galadriel was right. They had no time to lose.


Fred wheeled his horse around in time to see that something was coming towards them. Something huge. In the cloud of dust, he could see what looked like an army of elephants headed toward them.

"Easternlings," whispered Eowyn. She had gone pale.

"What are Easternlings?" asked George.

"Are those oliphaunts?" asked Merry in amazement.

"Don't you mean elephants?" asked Fred.

"No, oliphaunts."

"What are Easternlings?" asked George.

"They're wicked men from the East," said Eowyn, "And they're riding oliphaunts! I've never seen anything like this before!"

Now that he looked closer, Fred could see the difference between the two species. Oliphaunts were bigger than elephants and they had longer tusks with spikes attached. And their eyes were small and looked evil.

"We're in for it now, George," he said, "We're fighting an army riding giant mutant elephants!"

Théoden was now shouting out orders. They quickly reformed and charged.

"Follow me!" yelled Eowyn, and the three horses went charging underneath the legs of the oliphaunts, dodging arrows and the swinging tusks. Then they all took out their swords and slashed at the creature's unprotected legs and underside. It roared in pain, and they all got out in time before it sank to the ground.

At first things seemed to be going badly, but then Eomer took out his spear and managed to nail two oliphaunts with it! One got hit with the spear in the head, and went thrashing around into the second, causing a major collapse.

Then one oliphaunt was brought down right in Eowyn's path. She jumped off her horse and rolled to the side in time, but the twins couldn't see her. "Eowyn!" yelled Merry.

"Where is she?" asked Fred.

"Look out! Nazgul!" yelled George. They all rode away.


Let go! thought Ginny, Just let go! She was closer to the ground now; the Witch King had lowered his steed in search of prey. And it seemed he had found what he was looking for. He swept down, the beast's claws bared.

Ginny let go and went flying off to the side. When she got her breath back and managed to get up, she looked around and saw the Nazgul had knocked down what looked like the King of Rohan. She swore and staggered to her feet. Another soldier got there first, and stood in the way.

Is it just me? she thought, Or did that voice sound almost…feminine? It couldn't have been. Ginny was the only girl fighting. And that soldier had a lot of strength. In two strokes, he had cut off the steed's head!

The Nazgul was not happy. He jumped off his dead steed and pulled out a mace. "Uh-oh," said Ginny. She staggered to her feet and began to sneak behind the Witch King once again, her sword ready.


Meanwhile Fred and George could see black ships coming into the harbor. "Oh no," groaned George, "We can't take anymore of this!"

Some of the orcs came walking up to meet the ship. "Late as usual," grumbled the chief, "There's knife-work here that needs doing! Come on ya sea-rats! Get off the ship!"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SEA-RAT?" thundered Ron as he jumped off the ship. The orcs stared in confusion. Was this a new recruit, or were they enemies?

"Come on Ron," said Legolas, jumping off as well, "You can't take anything these vermin say to heart!"

The orcs drew their swords. Ok, an elf was here. Definitely enemies.

Then Aragorn, Harry, and Gimli jumped out, weapons glinting in the sunlight. The orcs weren't afraid. How much damage could five warriors do?

Then Aragorn raised his sword and charged. Behind him, the dead army suddenly became visible.

"THEY'RE HERE!" yelled Fred, "George, Merry, look! THEY'RE HERE!"

Rohan's armies cheered.

"Blimey," gasped George, "Look who they brought with them!"

The dead were everywhere at once, killing anything that went near them. It was no contest. You couldn't kill what was already dead.

"Can you imagine if we sent these guys to get You-Know-Who?" asked Ron gleefully.

"I think there's only so much that they'll do," replied Harry.


Meanwhile, the Witch King had managed to break through the soldier's shield. He picked him up by the throat.

Ginny gripped her sword and got closer. "You fool," she heard the Witch King hiss, "No man can kill me! Die now."

"Oh I don't think so!" she yelled, and plunged her sword in his back. Then she screamed in pain as her whole arm felt like it was on fire!

The Witch King also sank to the ground. He looked up at the soldier, who took off his helmet. "I am no man!" said Eowyn, and she put in the fatal blow.

The Witch King shrieked. His helmet crumpled, and his spirit twisted out of his body, where it exploded. Eowyn fell to her knees, suddenly very weak. On the other side of the body, she saw a young girl with red hair staring at her.

"You're a girl!" exclaimed Ginny, clutching her sword weakly.

"So are you," said Eowyn. They both smiled. "I take it you're Ginny Weasley?" she asked.

"How much have Fred and George told you?" she asked in reply.


"20," gasped Ron, "21…22…23…"

"No!" yelled Legolas, "Gimli, he's still beating us!"

"May I make a suggestion?" asked Harry, "Stop using arrows, it wastes precious time and points when you have to reload…"

"HARRY DON'T HELP HIM!" yelled Ron.


Both Eowyn and Ginny were weak from the attack, although they didn't know why. They tried to crawl away to a safer spot, when Gothmog, the commander of the orcs, came after them.

Eowyn knew it was hopeless, and crawled as fast as she could, while Ginny tried to face him with her sword. She parried a few attacks, and then Gothmog got through and slashed at her chest.

Ginny screamed and sank to the ground. The wound wasn't deep, but it was all she could take at the moment. Gothmog laughed, thinking she would die, and walked away. He didn't get far. Harry, who was swinging at any orc in his way, lobbed off his head with one mighty stroke.

"Harry…?" called Ginny feebly. He didn't see or hear her, and went on.


Legolas rammed down another orc and then looked up. There was an oliphaunt headed right his way. Without a second's hesitation he ran to it. Ron saw him and knew what he was about to do. An evil grin spread over his face as a plan came to mind.

He ran to the opposite side of where Legolas was climbing. There were plenty of arrows for climbing, which Ron used to his advantage. He went up as quickly as possible and had to jump out of the way as Legolas cut away at the saddle-tent where the Easternlings rode. They all fell off screaming.

Legolas grinned. He couldn't wait to see the look on Ron's face when he pulled this one off! He looked up and saw Ron standing by the oliphaunt's head with his sword raised. How did he get there? he thought.

Ron smiled. "I really shouldn't," he said out loud, "I've got so many points already…"

"Don't you dare!"

"Nah, I'll do it!" Ron plunged his sword in.

"You…you…" Legolas couldn't get the words out. Ron had a lot of nerve to pull off something as low as this!

"Now, now," said Ron, trying to act consoling but was failing miserably because he was laughing so hard, "It's not that big of a deal that I've won….Hey, what are you doing? No, wait! AAAAAAAAAAA!"

Legolas smashed into him and they rolled down the trunk, Ron shouting all the time, "Gerroff! It was a joke! A joke! Stop before I do something I'll regret! Stop!"

They both landed on the ground at Harry's feet. "Smooth landing," he said with a smirk, "Suppose you save your energy for what's left of these guys?"

Within minutes there was nothing left of the enemy. The dead ran through the city, clearing out anything that was left and freeing the trapped soldiers at the top of Minas Tirith.

"Wow," said Fred. The three friends looked at each other and whooped in triumph.

"That was great!" yelled George.

"Did you see the way I fought that Easternling back there?" asked Merry, "He was twice my size?"

"And now we get to see Pippin!" yelled Fred. They all cheered.


Hermione climbed up the last set of stairs and stared into Mordor for the first time. She was in shock. The land seemed to be dark and on fire and breeding evil all at the same time. It was here that she would save the hobbits, wherever they were. It was here that they would finally destroy the Ring in Mount Doom.

I can't wait, she thought grimly.

A/N: Ooo, we're almost done! 5 more chapters!