Disclaimer: Regretfully, I do not own any characters or places in Lord of the Rings. Plus, the Finding Nemo line I had taken the liberty to tweak it to fit into this chapter is also not by me. That line was made by the Finding Nemo writers and all lines from the real LOTR movies belong to the official LOTR writers.

Hours must have gone by since the Rohirrim joined into the ugly battle in the Fields of Pelennor. The Mûmakil and Haradrim have since joined, causing great destruction, smashing men and horse left and right without a care.

"Rally to me! To me!" King Théoden shouted as he raised his sword and men gathered behind him.

Suddenly, a screech of the Nazgûl was heard. Théoden turned his head slowly towards the source of the noise, frozen in disbelief and dread at the image of the Witch-king of Angmar riding towards him.

At the last second, Théoden sprang into action to try to avoid the big mouthed beast the head Nazgûl was riding. "AHHHHHH!" screamed the King of Rohan as he was shaken left and right by the monstrous flying creature, still attached to his horse. The Fell beast then unceremoniously tossed the shaken king to the ground where he got pinned down by his horse's carcass.

Dazed and dizzy, Théoden dully glazed at the sky to get reoriented.

"Feast on his flesh." commanded the Witch-king to his transportation. The Fell beast slowly stalked up to where the King was lying.

"Stop!" the Ring Wraith suddenly commanded staring at the ground a little bit right of where Théoden was pinned. Meanwhile, Lady Èowyn, still disguised as Dernhelm, jumped in between the black cloaked figure and her uncle.

"I will kill you if you touch him!" said Èowyn definently, raising her sword in anticipation of a violent attack from the Leader of the Ring Wraiths.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever." mumbled the Witch-king distractly as he got off and proceeded to the spot where he was staring at.

Èowyn gazed at the Enemy in amazement as he started to pick around the surrounding battlefield.

"Look!" shouted the Nazgûl, straightening up. "I found something shiny!"

"Um…" speechless by this abrupt 180 degrees of character change, Èowyn couldn't think of what to do or say."Errr…"

"LOOK! A squirrel!" yelled the Ring Wraith as he started chasing after it. "MINE!" His flying ride started to give chase to the squirrel and they both started to race after it.

Èowyn took one last look at the departing Nazgûl and then ran to where her uncle lay.

"My Lord! Are you all right?" questioned Èowyn as she checked to see if he had sustained any life threatening injuries.

"Èowyn?" whispered Théoden as his eyes focused on his niece. "What are you doing here? Where has that minion of Sauron gone?" questioned the King as he glanced behind her to see where the foul Nazgûl had gone.

"Shhh… You are greatly injured, my Lord." said Èowyn. "We must get you into Gondor for treatment. Do not worry yourself over me. I am fine."

Out of nowhere, the Witch-king of Angmar popped up beside them. "WEEEEEEE! Look at my squirrel." From his cupped hands, tumbled a trembling, fluffy, brown squirrel. "I shall call him Precious and he shall be mine and he shall be my Precious."

The squirrel named Precious looked up at his towering new owner. "Squeak?"

"This has been a good day. I will present this Precious to my master, Sauron, and he will be pleased because I got him his Precious." mumbled the Leader of the Nazgûl as he got back to his panting flying beast.

"Plus, I also got something SHINY today." stated the robed figure as he carried off Precious and headed for Mordor.

There was silence between Èowyn and Théoden as they stared in amazement of what had just transpired.

"Let's get you somewhere safe, my liege." Èowyn softly said as she helped her injured uncle lift up his dead horse.

"Thank you." whispered Théoden as he leaned on his niece for support. They trudged towards Gondor as the battle finished up all around them.

Three days later, as Èowyn glanced out the window facing Mordor, she thought she could see the Eye of Sauron brighten for a few seconds before a blast of energy shot out and hit something. Perhaps it was her imagination… or was it?

AN: Thanks for the wonderful idea about the Witch-king, randomrohanfreak. Hope this chapter was to your satisfaction. So… WOW! That was a lot of reviews for last chapter. THANK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Nice to see some new people, frodochick and JediKnightMaraJade. Hola, Legolas's Girl 9. And as always, thank you for your constant support, Riverfox237.