I don't even know anymore. I think I need to warn for character death?
It started as a normal day for Minas Tirith. The nobles bickered pointlessly, the threat of Mordor grew, and Denethor was acting crazy, but everyone was in denial. And then they came.
One by one, the brave warriors of Gondor fell, stricken, not by the Black Breath, but by cuteness overload. None were spared by the rabbits.
A single horse returned to the gates at midday, dragging his rider, Faramir, Captain of Gondor, behind him.
Denethor being a madman, decided to cremate Faramir and himself alive but the servants who were sent for wood and oil were overtaken by the rabbits.
For a city of stone, Minas Tirith burned awfully fast.
Up in space, on a starship crewed by thousands of rats, the man in the black spacesuit looked down at the carnage he had caused, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "Burn…"
This was inspired by a rather pointless discussion with some friends. The line 'Burn...' is something my friends brother's misinterpreted from a book I was talking about. As for who the man in the black spacesuit is, it could be Earendil or Morgoth, I don't know.