Those who escaped the crypts saw that Gimli was not wrong. Everyone was trying to get to the Night King and kill him, but the Army of the Dead and the Ice Dragons kept stopping them from achieving it.

Samwise gasped. "Look! A balrog!"

Everyone look at where he looked and saw he was right. This balrog was exactly like the one they encountered in Moria with the exception of it being blue instead of orange. The hobbits thought that meant this one was a recruit of the Night King's Army of the Dead. They saw Gandalf was busy fighting it to keep it distracted and away from the armies from Middle-Earth and Westeros fighting the Army of the Dead.

"Gimli, you said, 'The sooner the Night King dies, the quicker this nightmare will be over', right?" Arya said.

"Aye, that's exactly what I said, lassie," the Middle-Earth dwarf said.

"So how do we do that?" Pippin asked.

"Our jobs are to protect these vulnerable people at all costs, Pip," Merry said.

"Well, good luck," Arya said, before she ran off to join the battle.

"Where are you going, Arya?" Sansa called. "Get back here!" She went off to grab her, but Tyrion and the hobbits stopped her again.

"These people need you here, Sansa," Frodo said.

"I just lost my brother!" Sansa wailed. "I lost most of my family! I only have Arya and Jon left! I can't lose them!"

"If you go out there unharmed," Tyrion said, "you will not only be responsible for the death of yourself or the remains of your family, but everyone out here. We must get these people who can't fight as far away from the enemies as we can."

"And any help you can give me, I'd be grateful!"

Everyone turned to see Gimli hitting every White Walker he could with his axe.

"Sansa, take two hobbits, Shireen and Missandei to help you get the people to safety," Tyrion ordered. "The other two will come with me to help Gimli."

"Frodo, Samwise, come with us," Sansa said.

As she, Missandei, Shireen, Frodo and Samwise led the unarmed people to safety, Tyrion, Merry and Pippin ran to help Gimli fight the Army of the Dead.

After the hobbits and the dwarves bought Sansa, her hobbits and the vulnerable people enough time to run away, two more wights confronted them. Tyrion recognised them. So did Gimli.

"Are these your siblings, Tyrion?" Gimli asked.

Tyrion looked at them and saw they really were his siblings Jaime and Cersei. They drew out their weapons.

"My siblings are dead," Tyrion said. "They were killed by the Army of the Dead and recruited them." He saw his siblings charged for him and he along with Gimli and the hobbits engaged. Despite the cruelty his family had shown him all his life, he always knew deep down he still loved them. And he felt that he was sadly missing them even as he fought their wight bodies.

The Hound was facing his brother the Mountain.

"You may be dead, brother, you are still fucking annoying!" the Hound roared. "Why can't you just fucking die?"

But the Mountain, still stubborn even when dead, kept on attacking. He knocked his younger brother down and was about to strike him down with his sword. Then a sword went through his neck and his head fell off.

The Hound looked ahead to see it was Aragorn that stood behind the headless Mountain. "Thanks."

"On your feet, Clegane. We need you." Aragorn helped him up and they charged for more White Walkers.

Bronn and Jorah were busy enough without Theon and Yara Greyjoy bringing more White Walkers to them.

"As if we don't have enough fucking monsters to deal with," Bronn moaned.

"It's not our fault, Bronn!" Theon snapped back.

Then a wight approached them. It was their Uncle Euron. Even though he was dead, he was still a nasty and ruthless fighter. Yara tried to fight all she could, but her ever-strong uncle stabbed her in the neck.

"NO!" Theon yelled, as he watched his sister fall to the ground. As he tearfully mourned her, he charged angrily for his evil uncle. Bronn and Jorah did all they could to stop him, but he still charged. He tried to strike Euron down, but he got sliced into two himself.

Then Euron and more wights and White Walkers came for Bronn and Jorah, but the Unsullied and the Rohirrim rescued them. The strong former king still stood and started attacking them again, but a few arrows went through his throat and he fell down.

Everyone looked to see who fired the arrows at Euron.

"Thanks, Pointy Ears," Bronn said.

Legolas smiled. "No problem, Big Teeth."

They laughed quickly before they continued to fight more White Walkers.

Arya fought as many White Walkers and wights as she could. She saw that the closet to the Night King was her cousin Jon Snow. After fighting a few more dead soldiers, he approached the king and started to engage in a fight with the king himself.

Knowing that he would struggle immediately, Arya ran off to help him. She had to fight a few White Walkers as she made her way to help Jon. She fought them off as best as she could, but they were too much. Luckily, she had help from Lyanna Mormont and her army. She was soon able to reach Jon.

But by the time Ayra reached Jon and was ready to help him, she was too late. Her cousin was struck through the chest by the Night King himself.

"NO!" she cried.

She ran to Jon as he collapsed. She saw the sword cut in his chest was very deep.

"Arya, get away from here!" Jon struggled to breathe as he said those words.

Arya started to cry. "I can't leave you!"

Then she was pushed away by her cousin. She saw the Night King stabbed his sword into Jon's chest again. Feeling guilty that Jon took the stabbing for something that was meant for her, she grabbed her dagger and charged for the Night King.

Arya was getting ready for striking him down, but he quickly turned around and whacked her dagger out of the hand with his sword. She saw where it was. She tried to get up to go and get it, but the Night King knocked her down again. He stamped on her chest so she couldn't get up and was about to strike her down like he did with Jon, but his sword met up with another.

Both Arya and the night King saw that other sword belonged to Eowyn of Rohan.

"Go!" Ewoyn told Arya.

While the Lady of Rohan dealt with the Night King, Arya got up to retrieve her dagger.

Eowyn continued to fight the Night King as best as she could, but she was struggling. She managed to hold the king's sword down, but he used his free hand to get out a second sword. Eowyn knew she didn't stand a chance against two swords. The Night King was about to strike her down with his second sword, but another sword blocked that sword. The sword belonged to Brienne of Tarth.

Eowyn and Brienne did their best to fight the Night King, but he was too powerful. He knocked Brienne's sword down and knocked her down. He tried to strike Eowyn down with both his swords, but she managed to block both of them with her sword. She did all she could to hold the Night King's swords away from her, but she was struggling. She had to close her eyes as she prepared herself for death. Then her sword felt loose. She opened her eyes and saw both of the Night King's two swords were on the snowy ground. She looked at the Night King and saw a dagger made out of Valyrian steel through his chest. Then he shattered into nothing, revealing Arya.

"Thanks for the assistance," she said to Eowyn and Brienne, as she panted.