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"Yes I am," she hissed as she leaned over Shadowfax's neck.

She heard Aragorn and Legolas chuckle then they were gone. She growled and urged the white horse forward. The sun was coming up and shining, but as she passed under the cloud of ash from Mt. Doom, shadow was cast upon her. Osgiliath was covered in darkness.

"Hang on," she whispered to the men in the city. "I'm coming."

Shadowfax jumped a log on his way and almost threw Mayleea, but she managed to stay on and pull her bow around. She strung it with a considerable amount of difficulty then set an arrow. By then, they had galloped into the city and Mayleea shot her bow for the first time from horseback. The arrow hit a little high on the left shoulder of an Orc who was about to smash the head of a soldier. The Orc roared and spun to face her. The last thing he saw was the arrow coming right at his eye. That one hit its mark. The Orc fell drawing the attention of a few others. Mayleea emptied her quiver, almost every arrow hitting something. She was by far not as good with a bow as Legolas was. She made a mental note to get him to teach her.

She leapt from Shadowfax's back and pulled her long knives. She killed two Orc and turned back to Shadowfax. She pushed his chest.

"Go back to Gandalf! We need his help!"

She didn't know why she thought the horse would understand her, but he seemed to. He instantly turned tail and ran from Minas Tirith. With him gone, and Mayleea not able to turn into a dragon, she felt strangely alone and helpless. She didn't have much time to think about it. Another Orc had jumped off of the wall right in front of her. She promptly kicked him backward and ran up the stairs behind her to gain the higher ground. She twirled her long knives and stabbed out at the Orc. She caught him in the shoulder. Not the most vital of places. He roared and came at her, knocking her back down the other side of the stairs. They tumbled backward, over and over each other until they came to a stop at the bottom. Mayleea got her feet under the Orc's chest and pushed as hard as she could. Unfortunately it didn't do much. The beast was too heavy, so she tried a different tactic. She threw her head up and connected with his forehead. She almost gave herself a concussion, but he fell backward off her, holding his face.

Mayleea stood up, staggering a little. Her head was pounding and she felt blood running down her face. She had no idea how bad she was bleeding, but she was dizzy. However dizzy she was, the Orc was worse. He tried to stand twice before she lunged at him and stabbed him through the chest. He roared and fell backward. She was not very good at this fighting as an elf. She thought for a moment about how all these Orcs could be running for their lives if she was a dragon. She was pulled from her thoughts by Legolas.

"Mayleea! Move!"

On instinct she dove to the left. She was just in time to miss getting run through by an Orc blade. The Orc looked surprised she had jumped away in time, but only for a second. He jumped after her and landed behind her. He pushed her forward. Still being dizzy, she fell instantly onto her hands and knees.

"Get up!"

She followed Legolas' advice right away. Despite the pain in her head, she jumped up and spun around.

"Knives up."

She raised them.

"Lower your center of gravity."

She crouched, keeping her eyes on the Orc.

"Match his steps."

The Orc stepped right, so she followed. He raised his sword, so did she. He came down with the sword, aiming for the top of her head. She followed, blocking his blow with both of her blades.

"Push him back."

She figured she knew to do that. She shoved forward, surprising herself with her strength. The Orc hit the wall behind him.

"Run him through."

Mayleea threw herself forward before he could bring his heavy sword up to block her. He roared and fell to the ground.

"Very good."

Mayleea shook her head and smiled. Again her joy was short lived. There were far too many Orcs. After twenty or so, she lost count on how many she had killed. She was bloody, sore and her weapons felt like they were a hundred pounds each. Legolas continued to talk her through fighting when suddenly she heard the name she needed.

"Faramir!"

Mayleea spun, trying to see the Steward's son. The minute she turned to look for him, she realized she didn't know what he looked like. She turned and climbed the wall behind her. When she reached the top, she looked down upon the battlefield. She thought she spotted him, when she heard the blood freezing scream of the Nazgúl. The warning cry came a second later from several soldiers on the ground. Mayleea turned and looked at the sky just in time to see a huge beast flying toward her, claws open and out. She knew she didn't have time to get out of its way, and Gandalf had said not to reveal that she was a dragon, so she froze and braced for the claws to grab her, but they never did. Instead someone else wrapped their arms around her and knocked her off the wall.

Together, she and her savior toppled off the wall just in time. The Nazgúl roared in anger as Mayleea and the soldier fell down onto the roof of a building and down onto the staircase. They rolled down, one over the other until they hit a wall and came to a stop. At first neither of them moved. Mayleea could feel a broken rip poking against her skin and her head was pounding worse than ever. The other person pushed themselves up onto their elbows and looked down at her. Large, gray eyes found hers.

"Faramir?" she asked breathlessly.

He blinked, then realization crossed his face.

"Mayleea?"

She nodded. As another Nazgúl cry echoed above them, Faramir rolled off her and nursed what looked like a sprained ankle. Mayleea sat up slowly and felt her rib. It wasn't broken, but it soon would be if she moved much. She closed her eyes against the pain. Faramir noticed.

"Your rib?" he asked.

She nodded and grimaced. Faramir glanced around. There was so much going on, they had been lucky. They had not been seen by Orc or Nazgúl, but that wouldn't last for long.

"Come. We can heal you when we are safe," he said standing and pulling her up by one arm.

She didn't complain even though her side erupted in searing heat. She fought against the wave of dizziness that overwhelmed her when she stood. Faramir seemed to sense her unsteadiness and kept a hand on her waist.

"Fall back!" he called as they ran. "Fall back to Minas Tirith!"

The men all began to turn tail and find their horses.

"Where is your horse?" Faramir asked her.

"It went back," she said through painful gasps.

She wasn't sure if Faramir understood, but she really couldn't have cared less at that point. Faramir brought her to a chestnut mare and without her consent, lifted her into the saddle. He threw a leg over behind her and took the reins. He kicked his horse into motion and he led the way out of the city, the Nazgúl close on their tail. Mayleea pressed her hand against her side and felt the warm liquid she was beginning to know so well sliding between her fingers. Suddenly she felt faint.

Meanwhile the Nazgúl screamed above them. One of the three dove making Faramir duck low over Mayleea's back. The beast missed their horse by an inch. Instead it grabbed the horse to their left and tossed it up into the air. The rider flew off in another direction and was grabbed by another beast. Men and horses were falling all around them and one of the Nazgúl soared down and through the middle of the company. Luckily Faramir managed to turn their horse to the left at the last second. The other riders were not that lucky however. Mayleea was just thinking that if she was a dragon, she would smear the battle field with their blood when a light appeared around them and drove the beastsaway. Mayleea looked ahead of her and saw the small shape of a white horse, a white rider and a Hobbit. She let out an audible sigh and leaned back into Faramir. He seemed to know she was exhausted and let her relax for a moment.

Gandalf circled around in front of the company and led them into the city. The gate was opened just in time as the first horse trotted in. The people of Minas Tirith came down the stairs and looked over the walls to see if the men they loved were there.

"Mithrandir," Faramir called to Gandalf.

The Wizard looked over his shoulder as Faramir trotted up. Gandalf was surprised to see Mayleea all bloody, but he looked happy she was alive.

"They broke through our defenses. They've taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river."

Gandalf turned the horse and revealed Pippin, who was sitting in front of him. Mayleea felt Faramir give a start to seeing the Hobbit. Mayleea glanced at Pippin, who looked uncomfortable under Faramir's gaze. Gandalf realized what was in Faramir's mind before even Mayleea.

"This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path?"

"No," Faramir panted and a smile broke over Pippin's face.

"You've seen Frodo and Sam?!"

He nodded.

"Where? When?" Mayleea asked turning around and meeting his eyes.

"In Ithilien. Not two days ago."

Gandalf and Pippin exchanged excited glances.

"Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale," Faramir said, and Gandalf looked back up at him; eyes wide.

"And then the pass of Cirith Ungol," he said.

Faramir nodded his confirmation.

"What does that mean?" Pippin asked. "What's wrong?"

For the first time, Mayleea had no idea what either of them was talking about. She had never heard of the pass of Cirith Ungol. She knew the Morgul Vale was dangerous, but not impassable.

"Faramir, you must tell me everything, but first we must heal our Elemental," Gandalf said.

Mayleea didn't realize he was talking about her until he looked at her.

"I am fine," she said.

"No, you're not," Faramir said. "I must go see my father. The healing chamber is on the way. I will take you."

Gandalf nodded, and without any further talk about it, Faramir pushed his horse forward. He kept the horse at a walk as they weaved through the streets.

"How did you know the Orcs were coming up the river?" Faramir asked as they went up to the third level.

"I felt them. Anything that evil all in one place doesn't go unnoticed."

"It went unnoticed by all of us," he said pulling the horse to a stop to let a cart go past.

"You are just human," she said with a tired smile.

She laughed. She wasn't sure what was so funny. Perhaps the blood loss was making her loopy, but she didn't care.

"And what are you?" Faramir asked.

"Dragon. Elf. Elemental," she answered, swaying precariously with the horse's gate.

Faramir tightened his arms around her waist.

"I have heard of Elementals, but I believed them to be dead."

"Most of us are," she said sadly. "For a long time, I thought I was the only one left."

"How did you find you weren't?"

"A large lizard told me."

Faramir frowned.

"I believe you have lost too much blood."

Mayleea laughed again.

"At Helms Deep, the enemy had an ally that looked like a big lizard. She was a dragon and she told me that I was not the only one."

Faramir nodded.

"We are here," he said dismounting.

Mayleea almost fell off sideways and Faramir was forced to catch her.

"And you said you were alright," he said grimly.

"Maybe not as alright as I had originally thought."

He scoffed as he took her though the halls and into the healing chamber. The woman who met them seemed to be able to tell what was wrong with Mayleea without any explanation from Faramir.

"Thank you," he said to the woman as she took Mayleea gently and helped her over to a bed. "I must go speak to my father. I will be back."

Mayleea nodded. She was slowly drifting into unconsciousness. Faramir took his leave as Mayleea fell into sleep.

Two hours later she awoke and stretched. The healer frowned at her when she tried to get up, but she seemed to know Mayleea was alright. Mayleea stood tentatively and felt her ribs. They were very sore, but no longer broken.

"You heal quickly," the woman commented wiping her hands on her skirt and walking over.

"I am not human," Mayleea said. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Two hours."

Mayleea nodded.

"Thank you. I must be going."

"Be safe out there," the woman said.

Mayleea grinned.

"I'm sure you will be seeing me again."

"I hope not to soon."

Mayleea smiled and left the chamber. She had been there many times before, but it was long ago. Still, she remembered where she was going well enough to make it to the throne room. In the corridor outside, she heard Pippin's voice. He was whispering, it seemed to himself.

"What were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service can a Hobbit offer such a great lord of Men."

Mayleea hurried down to the end of the hall. She was ready to tell Pippin what a terrible leader Denethor was, but as she turned the corner, Faramir came through the opposite door.

"It was well done," he said. "A generous deed should not be checked with cold counsel. You are to join the tower guard."

"I didn't think they would find any armor that would fit me," Pippin said glumly.

"Did it once belong to a boy in the city?" Mayleea asked, walking forward, surprising both Pippin and Faramir.

Faramir smiled.

"A very foolish one."

"Who wasted many hours slaying dragons instead of attending to his studies?" Mayleea asked, a grin spreading across her face.

"This was yours?" Pippin asked Faramir.

"Yes, it was mine. My father had it made for me."

He pulled on the sleeve to flatten it out.

"Well, I'm taller than you were then, though I'm not likely to grow anymore. Except sideways," Pippin said with a silly smile.

Faramir laughed.

"It never fitted me either. Boromir was always the soldier."

The smiled slowly faded from his face as Mayleea watched him re-live a memory.

"They were so alike, he and my father. Proud. Stubborn even. But strong."

"I think you have strength. Of a different kind. And one day, your father will see it," Pippin said.

Faramir smiled sadly then said, "Come. My father is waiting."

Pippin walked ahead of them and Mayleea followed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better," Mayleea answered nodding. "What happened while I was asleep?"

His face fell.

"My father was angry with me for sending Frodo away with the ring. He told me Boromir was a better man than I."

"If what you say is true about your brother and father being alike, you are indeed a better man."

Faramir frowned at her.

"Your father is not a good man, and I never met your brother, but if they are alike, you are a far greater man than he."

Faramir didn't answer.

"Your father is going to run this city to ruin."

"Don't you think I know that?" Faramir snapped.

"Do you care?" she asked.

Faramir stopped and grabbed her arm and spun her to face him.

"This is my city. I grew up here. How dare you ask me that."

Mayleea held up her hands.

"I'm glad someone here cares about this city, because your father clearly does not."

Faramir let go of her arm and walked into the throne room. As the doors closed behind them, Denethor looked up.

"Fealty with love. Valor with honor. Disloyalty with vengeance."

He glared pointedly at his son as he sat down to eat. Pippin stood up and walked back to stand next to Mayleea while Faramir stepped up.

"I do not think we should so lightly abandon the outer defenses. Defenses that your brother long held intact," Denethor said.

"What would you have me do?"

"I will not yield the river in Pelennor unfought."

Mayleea almost roared and jumped at Denethor.

"Unfought," she thought. "I would like to see him in a battle."

"Then Minas Tirith would have not ruler," Legolas said.

Mayleea felt herself smile.

"They do not have a ruler now," she hissed.

She finally couldn't take the madness.

"My lord, Osgiliath is overrun," she said. "I fought there alongside Faramir and his men. Less than half made it back alive."

"Much must be risked in war," Denethor said.

He glared at her then his son.

"Is there a captain here who still has the courage to do his lord's will?"

He looked at Faramir.

"You wish now that our places had been exchanged. That I had died and Boromir had lived."

Mayleea raised her eyebrows and looked at Denethor. Surly the steward wouldn't say that was true.

"Yes. I wish that."

Mayleea's jaw dropped and she looked back at Faramir. There were tears in his eyes and his voice broke as he began to speak.

"Since you were robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead."

He bowed and turned. Mayleea watched him go open mouthed then looked at Pippin, who's expression mirrored hers. At the door he paused and turned.

"If I should return, think better of me, Father."

Faramir went toward the door as Denethor spoke.

"That will depend on the manner of your return," Denethor said.

Mayleea gave Pippin one more look then followed Faramir.

"Faramir, what are you going to do?" she asked as she realized he was heading to the armory.

"I'm going to take back Osgiliath."

"Are you mad?" she asked. "Osgiliath cannot be retaken by your men alone."

"Then help me," Faramir said turning to face her.

"Even with my help, Osgiliath can not be retaken."

"Not as an elf," Faramir said harshly. "Do not forget, I know what you are and what you can do."

She shook her head.

"Gandalf would not approve. He wants to keep my other half hidden for as long as possible."

"You fought in the battle for Helms Deep. Your dragon form could not have gone unnoticed. The enemy surely knows you are on our side," Faramir argued.

"I have a love for battle and I would go with you, but this is suicide. I will not get myself killed before the real battle even starts," Mayleea said stubbornly.

"Fine," Faramir said.

Mayleea watched him go and frowned. Finally she turned and ran through the streets to find Gandalf.

"Gandalf! Gandalf!"

"Mayleea? What is it?" Gandalf asked coming out of a shop.

"Denethor has ordered Faramir back to Osgiliath. He wants the city retaken!"

Gandalf took off back the way Mayleea had come and she followed. They charged through the quite streets and somber people and finally pushed through the throngs of citizens to the parade of soldiers on horseback. Gandalf's voice broke the pliable silence.

"Faramir! Faramir!"

He was riding the first horse, leading the company to their doom.

"Faramir, your father's will has turned to madness. Do not throw away your life so rashly!"

"Where does my allegiance lie if not here?" Faramir asked, defeated. "This is the city of the Men of Númenor. I will gladly give my life to defend her beauty, her memory, her wisdom."

Gandalf frowned at Mayleea then back up at Faramir.

"Your father loves you, Faramir."

He said nothing. Only continued to ride.

"He will remember it before the end," Gandalf sighed.

Mayleea set her jaw and grabbed the reigns of a horse tied to a pole.

"I'm going too," she said pulling herself up and throwing a leg over the horse's back.

"You mustn't. We need you alive," Gandalf said taking the reins, but Mayleea pulled them back.

"No, Gandalf. I respect you, but I will not let them go to their fate alone. I WILL be with them."

With that she kicked her horse into motion. He charged after the other animals who had made a long line across the battle field. She rode around behind until she found Faramir and inserted her horse next to his. He looked over at her and blinked.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm helping you."

"No. You must go back," Faramir said as they continued to ride.

"What?"

"You were right. The battle will need you more. This is nothing more than a massacre. Go back."

"Faramir I-"

"Go back."

Mayleea met his eyes and gulped, but did as he said. She pulled her horse back and stopped. She merely watched as the rest of the company road forward. In the back of her mind she could hear Pippin singing. Faramir drew his sword and the company began to run all out as the enemy in Osgiliath strung their bows. Mayleea could feel the excitement in the minds of the Orc and it almost made her ill. Her horse trotted in place, wanting to go after the other horses. Mayleea watched in horror as a million arrows were let loose at the same time. At the last second, Mayleea shot her mind out across the battle field and surrounded Faramir's consciousness with her own. She felt an arrow pierce his belly and shoulder. She groaned and pushed away the urge to retract her consciousness. Instead she stayed with him. He fell from the saddle but was attached by his foot to the stirrup. Mayleea opened her eyes and out of all the men that road out, none were left in their saddles. All but three of the horses had fallen and two were injured and would never make it back. The third, had a rider attached to his saddle and was slowly moving back toward Minas Tirith. Mayleea kicked her horse forward and stood up in the stirrups and leaned out over the horse's neck. Suddenly an arrow landed next to her. She pulled her horse to a stop and looked toward the city. She was on the edge of their range. The archers in the city could not hit her, but any closer and they would be able to. She could tell Faramir was still alive, but only just. Finally she made a choice and got off her horse. She pushed the horse in the other direction knowing he would go back to the city gate, and she began walking.

Nothing happened for a minute when an arrow flew past her head. She had seen it coming and could have dodged it, but there was no need. She continued to walk toward Faramir and his horse. Another arrow and another and another landed in the dirt around her, but she didn't flinch. Finally a couple hundred filled the sky and she stopped. Everything around her slowed down and she took a breath. She closed her eyes.

"Sorry Gandalf," Mayleea said then roared.

She sent a jet of fire into the air above her, burning all the arrows. She soared up into the sky, growing large. She climbed higher then dove down to where Faramir's horse had finally died. She scooped the injured man up and managed to get away with just one arrow sticking out of the top of her tail. She charged back toward the upper level of Minas Tirith. She landed and let some solders take Faramir and put him on a stretcher. Before they had gotten ten feet toward the healing room however. Denethor came running up to them. Mayleea changed back into an Elf.

"Faramir!" Denethor wailed. "Say not that my son has fallen."

"They were outnumbered," one of the soldiers said. "None survived."

Mayleea heard terrified screams and cries from the lower levels and extended her mind out to see what was happening. It seemed that severed heads were flying over the wall. She ran to the wall and couldn't breathe for a moment because she was so surprised. The entire Orc army, which numbered in the millions, was marching toward the city. They had over one hundred huge towers meant to get the enemy over the wall and into the city. There were four trolls pushing each of them, plus thirty more per battalion of Orc. There were just as many catapults as towers and all the ranking Orc were riding Wargs. The Orc were loading the catapults with more heads from the battle in Osgiliath when Mayleea turned back to Denethor. He was kneeling by his son's head.

"My sons are spent," he said standing and stumbling away. "My line has ended."

Mayleea frowned as Pippin ran over to Faramir.

"No, no, My Lord Denethor, Faramir is alive," Mayleea said trying to stop Denethor.

"The House of Stewards has failed," he wailed.

"He needs medicine, my lord!" Pippin yelled.

"My line has ended!" Denethor yelled as he stumbled to the wall and for the first time, saw what his armies were up against.

Mayleea ran after him and stood a few feet away, so she could just see over the wall too.

"Rohan has deserted us," Denethor whispered.

Mayleea jumped as the ground shook under her feet. The Trolls were loading the catapults with huge boulders now. Mayleea watched one of the catapult towers on the third level crumble.

"Théoden's betrayed me," Denethor growled.

The ground shook again as all of the enemy catapults all launched at the same time. People screamed as their houses crumbled around them, or fell on others.

"Abandon your posts!" Denethor suddenly shouted making Mayleea jump.

"What?" she said turning to him.

"Flee! Flee for your lives!"

"Are you mad?" she asked as the soldiers on the lower levels looked up.

Denethor shoved her out of the way and turned right into Gandalf, who promptly smacked him in the face with his staff, easily knocking him unconscious. Mayleea raised her eyebrows at the wizard. He met her eyes then looked over the wall.

"Prepare for battle!"

He looked back at Mayleea.

"My dear, I believe it is time for you to show your true colors."

Mayleea smiled and nodded. Gandalf pulled himself up onto Shadowfax and took off down into the city. Mayleea turned.

"Pippin!"

The Hobbit looked up and ran over to her.

"Take care of Faramir. I must go help defend the city."

"Be careful," Pippin said.

Mayleea smiled.

"You be careful."

She turned from him and jumped up on the wall and looked down. This was the spot she had taken off from so many years ago when Isildur was standing behind her. She closed her eyes and leaned forward and let herself fall from the wall. As her feet left the stone and the wind whipped her face, she went over everything that had happened in the last few days and landed on a memory of Legolas. When she opened her eyes, they were golden. She let out a roar that filled Pelennor field and stopped the enemy in their tracks. She felt their gaze on her and that made her all the more driven. She could see Gandalf on Shadowfax running down through the city to the main wall.

"Hurry men! To the wall! Defend the wall!" he was shouting as he ran.

She turned on the wind. And flew with him, sending his message along to anyone who didn't hear it.

"Return to your posts!" Gandalf yelled.

Mayleea looked down and saw many solders following him back to the wall.

"Send these foul beasts into the abyss!" Gandalf yelled.

With the encouragement from the wizard, the men of Gondor managed to pull themselves together enough to start launching pieces of the collapsed city back into the enemy. Mayleea watched as the large pieces of the city wall landed on six or seven orc at a time, crushing them.

"That won't do any good in the long run," Mayleea thought.

She had to get in the fight. She flew out above the field and roared, trying to draw the enemy's fire away from the city. She dodged a bolder and a few arrows then dove for one of the towers. The orc inside didn't even see her coming until the whole structure was engulfed in flame. She soared up out of range of the archers just in time to see a well placed chunk of the city wall blow through one of the towers, knocking it sideways onto one of the trolls pushing it. Mayleea tossed her head and flew to one edge of the line of enemy and flew right over the front catapults. She set each of them on fire, burning a few enemy along with the wood. She then concentrated her fire on the towers. She quickly learned however that they were reinforced with steel sidings, so shooting jets of fire onto them only burned up the enemy inside, leaving the towers still usable. She landed on the top of one and after a bit of maneuvering, found the easiest way to destroy the towers, was with her teeth and claws. After she ripped the steel siding off with her claws, she could get a grip on the poles inside and pull the whole things over.

After five times of doing this, the orc seemed to be getting the picture. They began defending their towers more effectively. Their archers concentrated fire on her whenever she came near, and their trolls tried to grab her and pull her down so they could beat her to death. Twice she almost got taken down by a troll who managed to grab the end of her tail. As she began yanking the steel siding off the 11th tower she heard it. She was beginning to loath the sound of the Nazgúl. She no longer feared it, but it was becoming annoying. She set the enemy inside the tower on fire and looked up to meet the Nazgúl, but there wasn't just one. They were all there. All nine Ring Wraiths and their fell beasts.

"Mayleea be careful."

Three distinct voices were in her mind at once. Legolas, Aragorn and someone she did not expect. It was Sam. She did not have long to heed their warnings however. Two of the nine saw her and aimed their beasts at her. She didn't hesitate to fly up and meet them. This was the kind of battle she enjoyed. Fighting other flying things. She had been doing it her while life. Fighting other dragons had been something she learned from a very young age, and furthermore, she was good at it.

She flew straight up into the monsters. She shot between them, making them growl and their riders shriek. The noise was enough to burst her eardrums, but she didn't stop her attack. She rolled in the air and fell back down to them. She pulled her wings against her side and did a nosedive back down between them. At the last second she put out both her front legs and caught them each in the shoulder. This spun them, effectively knocking the riders off. One hung on by the saddle, the other had fallen somewhere in the city. Both beasts were still airborne, but they were bloody and notoriously stupid without their riders. Still a force to be reckoned with unfortunately. While the two were busy, Mayleea took a moment to look at the others. They were no doubt causing havoc. She looked down and watched men run for cover as one picked up a fistful of soldiers and scattered them across the city. Another took out a catapult and still another flew along the top of the wall, knocking men off with its chest.

She could hear Gandalf shouting orders and encouragement to the men. Even with the added distraction of the Fell Beasts, Mayleea saw another tower explode from a well placed catapult shot. Another Fell Beast took down another catapult as easily as if it were made of a sapling. She charged after that one and rammed into it with her shoulder. She heard a satisfying crack as one of its ribs broke. It roared and the Nazgúl let out a surprised scream. Mayleea roared to try and cover up the ear piercing scream of the Nazgúl, but it did no good. She shook her head to clear it, then soared down under the Fell Beast. She caught his skinny leg between her jaws just as it went to grab a handful of soldiers on the wall. He screamed and tried to kick her off, but she had an iron grip. The Fell Beast turned its long neck back to try grab her. She hadn't expected the Beast to have that kind of reach. He snapped at her hip, catching her with one long tooth. She growled and bit down harder then shook her head. She heard the bones in the leg crack as the Fell Beast roared again.

She let go of his leg and turned over and sank her back claws into his hip. She ripped into the base of his neck with the hook on her upper jaw. The roar of panic and pain was unmistakably different than the roar of anger. Mayleea felt her jaws around the beast's windpipe so she pulled. It took a few tries, but she finally severed it. The beast's cry was cut short and he immediately began to fall from the sky. Mayleea swooped out from under him and watched him fall into the enemy ranks. She grinned at her handiwork then frowned. The towers were distressingly close to the wall. She turned and dropped down out of the way of another Fell Beast. She heard Gandalf yelling to aim for the trolls pushing the towers rather than the towers themselves.

Mayleea dove down to the battlefield and set four of the trolls on fire, effectively stopping that tower moving forward, but it was only one tower out of a hundred. She flew over the towers closest to the wall and set them all on fire, not destroying the towers, but taking out the enemy.

"Gandalf, I can not take down all the towers before they reach the wall."

"Take care of the Fell Beasts!" Gandalf shouted into her mind.

She looked back up to the sky. Six left, and she saw them all. None seemed to be paying attention to her. That made her angry. She jumped off the tower and climbed into the air. She roared trying to get their attention, but they seemed more intent on destroying the city. She growled and turned her attention to destroying the army. It's true, the army was massive, but they were all grouped together, making them easy targets. She began to soar back and forth over the battle field just setting them all on fire. Their screams echoed around the field and the ones behind began to fall back. Mayleea grinned as a troll who was on fire ran back through the ranks setting hundreds more enemy aflame before he fell, dead. All the screaming of the burning enemy seemed to catch the attention of the Nazgúl and they turned their beasts on her.

She had just enough time to dodge out of the way of two big claws coming at her neck. She soared up and around two of them just to almost run into three more. She dodged them and finally got into the open air above them. She did a mental count and realized one was missing. She shot fire down at the ones below her while she searched for the 6th. She didn't have to wait long to find him. The missing Fell Beast dropped out of the clouds above her and sunk its claws into her back, just below her wing joints. She screamed and fought against its death grip. She was smaller than him so she grew as large as she could. It was the most painful thing she had ever experienced, but she continued to grow until she was large enough to turn her head around and bite at the chest of the beast. He retracted his claws from her back and pushed off of her, sending her down into the other five. They circled her, biting and scratching and trying to take chunks out of her side. She shot fire at random, catching one of the beasts in the face. It roared and retreated back toward the enemy line, scratching at its face. Despite her being distracted, Mayleea heard the crashes of all the intact towers hitting the wall, then the terrified screams of the people as Orc poured from the towers and into the city. Seconds later, the dull thud of something hitting the city gate. The enemy had a battering ram, small as it was, Mayleea had seen battering rams such as that break down bigger gates. She hoped it would hold until she could get there to help. She shot another jet of fire at the two closest Fell Beasts. While they were distracted, she shot her mind out to take stock of who was still alive. Gandalf and Pippin were just fine and Faramir was hanging on. Many others were not so lucky. She could feel people dying. Hundreds all at once. She closed her mind off to their pain and felt another consciousness.

He didn't say anything, only wrapped himself around her, giving her strength and letting his energy become hers. She breathed deeply in his energy and opened her eyes. She was met with the Witch King's steed.

"Give up dragon," he hissed. "You are outnumbered."

She didn't dignify him with a response, only flew up and out of the circle. Four followed, as she expected, but the Witch King did not. He flew off down toward the city. She couldn't worry about him at the moment. As she flew over the gate, the others close behind, she noticed that the small battering ram was doing no good against the large, sturdy gate, and bodies of the orc shot down by the archers were beginning to pile up. She roared spewing fire down on the entrance. The log being used to try and break down the door caught fire instantly and burned up, along with most of the enemy.

The men above the gate cheered as she soared away, drawing the Fell Beasts with her. One snapped at her tail, and she realized they were gaining on her. She shrunk to the size of a horse so she could go faster. The Fell beasts didn't seem to know what was going on. One even lost interest and turned around. Now three were on her tail. She led them away from the city, to the far edge of the enemy line, where she finally stopped and flapped backward. Their momentum carried them far past her and she was now chasing them. She sunk her claws deep into the flesh of the last one, and ripped the Nazgúl from his seat. Before the beast realized what was happening, Mayleea had dug its windpipe out of its throat and dropped it on some unsuspecting Orc below her. The beast twitched once, then fell out of the sky like a rock. One of the others circled around to attack her again, but the other one retreated. She easily dispatched the one in front of her and watched the other one disappear past Osgiliath and up over the mountain into Mordor. She snorted and looked for the other two. The Witch King was nowhere to be seen, and the other one had flown off in a different direction back toward Minas Morgul.

She looked out across the field at their enemy and was about to start setting them on fire again when all the enemy began chanting the same thing at once. She couldn't quite make out the word. Grunt? Ground? she frowned and looked around. Finally she saw the source of the chanting. The biggest battering ram she had ever seen was slowly being wheeled from the back of the enemy line. The actual ram was made of steel and fashioned to look like a wolf's head. The nose of the beast seemed to be reinforced with something for breaking down gates. The mouth was open a few feet, and fire was spewing from between its teeth. It was on wheels and three giant animals with horns on their noses were pulling it and seven trolls were pushing. The thing was massive and all of it was made of steel, and it was headed right for the gate.

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