Yo everyone! This chapter will be switching POVs a lot. Try to keep track. Okay?

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~littledragoneyes

Chapter 6:

Bane's POV:

Swooping low, Bane could see nothing but a large mass of the orc's army from Mordor. They all seemed restless for something, and then a bit of startled confusion as he could see. And smell.

Towards the rising sun, all he could detect with his poor eyesight was a mass of men, riding on horses, determined for battle. He flicked out his forked tongue, and with keen senses of smell and taste he could smell fear and bravery. He snorted. Bravery? What bravery? All he had smelled with the smell of rotting corpses, blood, death and fear.

He smirked. This would be easy.

But on the other hand, a nagging thought kept pushing into his mind. When he couldn't take it any longer, he let it in and kept thinking about his younger brother, Torn. Only a young, yet lively and energetic fell beast, had already failed his first mission. He really couldn't care, but after all, it was his brother and family was important.

Torn couldn't exactly be the smartest fell beast as well, to his opinion. Awkward, young and slightly annoying. He was clumsy as well, knocking over various things when they played hide-and-seek so that even dummies could find him. Though teasing him only provoked him and made his clumsier than usual, they loved him as a younger brother as usual.

Bane heard Morgomir curse loudly. He winced. The Witch-King of Angmar was always so... competitive and tough. Always so rough and harsh. He couldn't even take a minute and think about the consequences. It was always about duty, and to serve that Lord Sauron.

He snorted. Fay was a much better person. At least she was human, and had feelings. Being alive for a thousand years under the Dark Lord's control certainly rubs away anything humane in yourself.

The smell of the men on horses told him instinctively that they were the Rohirrim. Riders of Rohan and the army. He had to admit, they were a rather good group to fight against. It would be interesting for this battle.

Bane heard the whistle of arrows as that orc general, Gorbag, ordered his orc army to fire at will. But from the sounds of it, they were failing terribly. The Rohirrim must've had a strong amount of men. He admired their strength and determination.

But this was his battle. He was a fell beast, on Lord Sauron's side. He served the Dark Lord, and now wasn't the time to be nice to the enemies.

On Morgomir's control, he banked left sharply, screeching as loudly and terribly as he could to frighten the enemies.

His name was Bane.

He would kill.

Like a vulture, he circled overhead, darting down occasionally to toss soldiers and horses alike over his shoulder and let them crash down onto the ground.

But most certainly Bane had no idea what fate had in store for him.

Pippin's POV:

"W-What –how – y-you – " Pippin stuttered over words, staring with utter shock at Syrene, who was sitting in front of the Witch-King of Angmar on the horrible fell beast. He was stunned beyond belief.

What was she doing up there? That was the first thought that ran through his mind. How did she get there? WHY is she even sitting besides him?

Gandalf stood up, his face full of fury and annoyance. He seemed to know what was going on very clearly.

"Servant of the Dark Lord." He growled at her, and she winced visibly at his harsh choice of words. "We have had a spy sent from him, Peregrin Took. And we befriended her."

A spy? His mind was completely blank, shut down from the alarm. Serious?

"I don't serve that incomprehensibly insanely idiotic dumbass retard Sauron anymore!" Syrene - or now, Fay, snapped. It would've been funny, only if the situation wasn't like this, being that she was caught red-handed.

Pippin stared at the golden-haired fourteen-year old in disbelief. He didn't know what was going on, or what she was doing, but all he knew was that he couldn't believe her.

Not after what she did.

"I don't!" She protested, panic evident in her face when she realized that neither Gandalf or Pippin was going to believe her. "I really don't! I swear! Sauron lied to me! He – "

But horns were sounded in the distance, and the fell beast, Witch-King and betrayer swept away hurriedly to see what had happened this time.

Shakily, Pippin turned to the wizard, who was glaring at them from the distance.

"I don't understand." He said quietly. "What is going on?"

"Nothing you should be concerned about, Pippin." Gandalf said gruffly.

"But I want to know!"

Sighing, the wizard told him, "Syrene is not the Syrene we know. The lady who betrayed us is Fay Evargent. I take it that you have not heard of her?" He asked.

Pippin shook his head.

"She breeds all types of creatures for the Dark Lord. She is a servant of him. Also, she helps that wizard Saruman create different inventions and machines, so that's why you have seen many new inventions this past year." He answered wearily. "And it seems that she had been sent to Minas Tirith to spy upon us. And we were fools to not see it."

Pippin gazed off into the distance, hearing the drums of war pounding loudly. He couldn't believe it. Fay didn't seem like that kind of person. He had talked to her, known her, and seen her do enough things to make him thing that she was a good person inside, not bad.

But he would have to wait to find out.

Torn's POV:

He hoped his mistress was alright.

He didn't realize it at first, but he had let Fay fall to the ground, when that blinding, bright light hit his eyes, burning him. It hurt his eyes a lot, but it didn't hurt as much as he finally realized that his mistress was probably dead.

Torn tried looking for her. But his siblings urged him, beckoned him to come home and finally gave in, needing to go home.

He let out a quiet whine. He was now back in Minas Morgul, in his stall. Of course, the other Witch-Kings needed to report to Lord Sauron about Fay falling and all, and now he was in big trouble. Very big trouble, because he was the steed, and he needed to make sure that the rambunctious fourteen year old was safe.

It was dark.

And cold.

Very cold.

Fay's POV:

I closed my eyes for most of it. Morgomir yelled at me, telling me he was trying to teach me how to fight properly, but I didn't want to see it. Because how could you learn when you see death, caused by yourself? How could you even try to watch it?

"Stop it!" I yelled out. "Stop it! Just...just stop killing everyone!"

Obviously he ignored me.

I could hear the Oliphaunt's trumpets and loud stomping on all of the horses and riders. I trained those ones too. How could I? Why didn't I realize it earlier?

But I didn't know how to stop them from doing that. They were brutal, loud and vicious. Even I had a hard time controlling those massive elephants. How was I supposed to stop them...?

But wait.

Maybe I could.

I trained those to do whatever my command was to do.

Maybe it was possible to stop them.

But that was just a theory.

I quickly recognized a single Oliphaunt, near me, below me. "OI!" I shouted, leaning over Bane's hefty shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Morgomir hissed. "You'll fall!"

"I fell once, I can do it again!" I yelled back.

"Hey, you!" I shouted again. Obviously the Oliphaunt didn't hear me but instead, the Haradrim captain did. He looked up, interested to see me. He waved.

"No, not you!" I snapped, exasperated. "It's...forget it."

I leaned back up, weary. I couldn't be on Bane, first off.

"Fay!" I heard Morgomir yell at me. "Pay attention! I'm trying to teach you - "

"I DON'T WANT TO FREAKIN' LEARN ANYTHING!" I hollered at him, feeling anger sizzle in me. "WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ABOUT THE WORD, NO?"

His voice instantly became cold and icy, startling me. "You will not speak to me in such ways." He hissed. I gulped, shrinking beneath him. "You will respect me. I am responsible for your safety, and if you do not listen to me I cannot help you if you are in danger."

"Fine." I said, trying to sound brave and loud but I sounded like a mouse, cornered by a giant cat. "I'll listen, then. What's the next lesson about?"

Morgomir was pleased. "You will watch and learn how to kill properly."

Somehow I had a bad feeling about that.

He pointed with a gloved hand at a single man, yelling orders. He was obviously the leader or king or something, and he shouted, "Rally to me! To me!" on the plains, gathering his army.

"That brave man, over there?" He said. "You see him?"

I nodded, feeling sick.

"That is King Theoden of Rohan." He explained. "I will show you how to kill a king in the correct way."

I was appalled. "What?" I asked, incredulously. "You're going to use the King of Rohan for practice?"

"Yes." He said smugly.

"You can't!" I snorted. "That's stupid! Don't use him, use someone else?"

"You would like me to kill a soldier?"

I quickly amended my sentence. "NO!" I said hastily. "Not anyone! I know how to do it!"

"You do?" His voice was sly. "Then you would not mind me killing the King? Good."

"WAIT!" I cried. "I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!"

Why the bloody hell does everything I do turn BAD? Why the hell can't I keep my stupid mouth shut? I thought to myself.

It was too late to turn back. Bane was already diving towards King Theoden, hissing and spitting, as other soldiers dove out of the way, frightened by the beast.

"MOVE!" I screamed at him.

But Bane, as idiotic as he was, snatched up Theoden's horse by his fangs, and threw the king on the ground hard. Instantly the horse was killed, but as far as I could see the man was still alive. I watched on in horror.

Bane landed, snarling. He approached Theoden, who was wounded and pinned under his slain horse. Now I wanted to puke.

"Feast off his flesh." Morgomir commanded Bane.

"Don't!" I said, my voice considerably growing shriller with every second. "I promise, Bane, I'll give you as many pigs and cows and deer as you want when we get home, but don't eat him!"

But something extremely interesting happened.

A young soldier, just a random soldier from the Rohirrim, moved between the small gap between Bane and Theoden.

"I will kill you if you touch him." He threatened.

"Do not come between the Nazgûl and his prey." Morgomir hissed angrily.

"I'm fine with it." I said quietly.

"Shut up." Morgomir told me.

Bane made a lunge at the soldier, trying to bite her. But somehow he dodged the attack and and with a swift, clean motion, he raised his sword and decapitated Bane.

He decapitated Bane.

He killed Bane.

Bane is dead.

BANE IS DEAD.

"No!" I howled. "What did you do to Bane?"

The fell beast, with his head chopped off, stumbled around, weakened, before falling to the ground, his muscles quivering beneath the leather skin.

Shrieking like a little girl, I leapt off of Bane, and tripped over a dead body. Smooth move, I told myself grimly. Then, crawling on knees and hands, I made my way over to Bane, who was now in two pieces and twitching.

I could feel hot tears running down my face. "Bane!" I sobbed.

All of my hard work of raising that adorable fell beast had been washed away. He was the oldest of the ten. He was the first to be born of the litter. I still remember his little nose peeking out of the shell, sniffing away. He was the cutest fell beast in the world and I couldn't ask for any creature better.

Except for Torn, that is.

But Bane was gone.

Forever.

I watched Morgomir attack the soldier over and over again, not really caring about Bane or I. I even thought he forgot. With his black mace with spikes protruding all over it, he shattered the shield of the Rohan soldier into a hundred pieces. But with that force he even broke his arm, and he cried out, stumbling and falling back.

I couldn't look. He was going to kill that poor innocent soldier and it would've been my fault.

Or somewhat.

Morgomir grabbed the soldier by the throat threateningly, without mercy.

"You fool! No man can slay the Lord of the Nazgûl! Die now!"

I whipped out my sword, fury etched into me. I was just about to stab him when something else appeared out of the corner of my eye.

It was a small man, with curly hair and hairy feet. Dressed up as a Rohan soldier.

"Pippin?" I whispered.

He cast a glance at me. "You know Pippin?" He whispered back. I nodded. He breathed a sigh of relief, but panic swept over him as he saw that the Witch-King was going to kill the soldier. Maybe they were friends. I don't know.

"Wait!" I yelled. "Don't..."

Crawling from behind, he stabbed Morgomir on the back of his knee. Maybe I should've told him earlier that it would kill your arm if you stab or hurt a Witch-King. Damn.

Morgomir stumbled forward, injured, in front of the soldier.

The soldier removed his helmet, and with wide eyes I watched as golden hair tumbled over the man - er, woman's - shoulders, and she panted, obviously tired.

"I am no man!" She snapped.

Then she stabbed the Morgomir through his helmet. My eyes were growing wider with every second. My heart nearly stopped. Somehow I forgot how much bad that Morgomir had created for others. How many he killed, the innocent and brave. What he did.

How he lied to me.

The Witch-King crumbled into a heap, losing his shape and becoming just a helmet and dark cloak. The lady fell back, clutching her arm as well, her face filled with pain and sorrow. Her arm was probably broken as well.

Stunned, I came forward towards Morgomir - or what was left of him.

Kneeling down, I touched his cloak lightly. He was gone. Literally gone.

I raised my eyebrows. He lived for more than a thousand years. That's a long enough time to live.

"Good bye, Morgomir." I said quietly. "You were a good...person...to me. You were like a brother, even though you weren't the best one."

I stood up straight, my facing looking at Minas Tirith. Smoke billowed out of the city, half of its buildings destroyed by catapults. I could see nothing but lots of dead bodies and the smell of death lingering in the air.

"Faramir was the better one, though." I decided.

Yay! Chapter 6 is finished! This is great. :D

Okay, anyways...my stories are always...fairly short. Huh. Oh well, they're easier to write. Story will be OVER in what, a few chapters? Two? Three? I have no idea. So sad. D:

But then again, I always can finish Pigs Do Fly...fun story to write. I like that one too.

Enough of my musings, I can't spoil anything. Review, please!

Cheers,

littledragoneyes