Once Nira arrived at the main hall with Éowyn, she yelled at a guard to take Éowyn while she found someplace to treat the injured. Éowyn was placed on a cot, still unconscious. Nira looked her over as Éomer sat next to his sister. Nira muttered a spell, and the chainmail broke apart.

She picked up Éowyn's left arm and felt the breaks in it, muttering, "These will be easy to fix." She turned her attention to the woman's right arm. There were dark lines stretching over most of the forearm. Nira shook her head in defeat.

"That's dark magic," she told Éomer. "It will have to heal on its own. I can do nothing."

"Can you do nothing for her left arm?" Éomer asked, worried.

"I would prefer not to while you are here. It doesn't sound helpful."

"I will stay with my sister."

"Very well. Episky."

Éowyn's arm cracked loudly many times, making Éomer flinch. Éowyn screamed in pain, becoming conscious. She swore under her breath, getting an odd look from her brother.

"What?" Éowyn hissed at him. "I learned it from you."

"At least you are awake, now," Nira said.

She felt Éowyn's arm, making sure all the breaks were healed. She stood, leaving the sister and brother to heal others in need of her help. She would check in on Éowyn often to see if she needed anything. Éowyn was moved to her chambers with bandages around her right arm.

Éomer, Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn, Nira, and Gandalf were in the main hall in Minas Tirith. Aragorn sat on the throne, Gimli beside it. Nira stood between Legolas and Éomer.

"Frodo has passed beyond my sight," Gandalf told them. "The darkness is deepening."

"If Sauron had the ring," Nira hissed. "We'd know it."

"It's hardly a matter of time. He suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping."

"Let him stay there," Gimli snapped, smoking his pipe. "Let him root. Why should we care?"

"Because ten thousand orcs now stand between Frodo and Mt. Doom. I've sent him to his death."

"No," Aragorn told them. "There's still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the plains. We can give him that."

"How?" Gimli growled, smoke puffing out with his breath.

"Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the black gate."

"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms," Éomer snapped.

"Not for ourselves, but we can give Frodo his chance, if we keep Sauron's eye fixed on us, keep him blind to all else that moves."

"A diversion," Legolas and Nira said together.

"Sauron will expect a trap he will not take the bait," Gandalf whispered to him.

"Where is your faith, Gandalf?" Nira snapped, stepping toward him, furious. "Where is the Albus Dumbledore I knew? The only one Voldemort ever feared? Where is he? Because you are not him. He never gave into fear. He believed those he sent on missions would succeed. Or did you not have faith in Harry, Ron, and me? Did you send us thinking we might die, knowing we probably would? Not that you'd care what happened to us. You went and faked your death."

"Do not question me. I don't need to answer to you."

"You are not Albus Dumbledore. The real Albus Dumbledore died when you faked your death."

"Then do what you see fit."

"Certainty of death," Gimli said. "Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?"

They gathered the army and went out to battle. The army marched on the Black Gate. Nira, Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, Gandalf, Éomer, Merry, and Pippin rode up to the gate, leaving the army in formation behind them.

"May the lord of the black land come forth and justice be done upon him," Aragorn yelled.

The gates opened slowly revealing a single rider. The rider, a messenger from Sauron, stopped in front of their small party.

"My master, Sauron the Great, bids thee welcome," the messenger said. "Is there any in this rod with authority to treat with me."

"We do not come to treat with Sauron faithless and accursed," Gandalf snapped. "Tell your master this. The armies of Mordor are to disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return."

"Old Greybeard?" the messenger sneered. "I have a token I was bidden to show thee."

He pulled out a white shirt made of mithril. He threw it at Gandalf, who caught it. The group looked at each other in disbelief.

"The halfling was dear to thee I see, know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who would have thought one so small could endure so much pain?"

"It does not surprise me," Nira said riding forward toward the messenger, circling him. "He is very strong. Though, if you had Frodo, and he was dead, you would have a different token."

"Who are you, woman?"

"Are you directly connected to Sauron? Or is he waiting on your report?"

"He hears you even now and speaks through me."

"Then, I speak to Sauron. You do not fear Isildor's heir. But you will fear me. I am the heir of Rowena Ravenclaw," Nira told him, drawing her sword.

"Impossible," he growled, before she cut off the messenger's head.

She turned her horse to face the Eye. She raised her sword, as the horse reared, and turned away, riding toward the army. The rest of the group joined her.

"He's not dead," Nira told them as they rode up next to her. "If there's anything I learned from the last war I was in, Sauron wouldn't wave a mithril shirt at us if he had Frodo. He would have brought out Frodo's body, had he killed him. He would not give up the chance to flaunt a victory like that in our faces. They either don't have Frodo, or they had him, and he escaped."

The gates opened, and an army of orcs marched out. Aragorn rode in from of the army of Men.

"Hold your ground, sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers," Aragorn yelled. "I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight by all that you hold dear on this good earth. I bid you stand, Men of the West."

He drew his sword, followed by every soldier. Nira dismounted her horse to stand with the men. She stood between Legolas and Gimli.

"Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with one elf, let alone two," Gimli muttered.

"What about side by side with two friends?" Nira asked.

"Aye, I could do that."

Legolas pulled Nira in to kiss her quickly and whispered, "See you in our next life."

"I look forward to it."

"For Frodo," Aragorn said.

They charged at the orcs, led by Aragorn and Nira.

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