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*slips passed sleeping dogs* *looks around* *sees readers* Hey guys! *sees dogs move* *eyes bug* Crap. *runs* *twenty minutes later* *pants* Okay, I think I lost them. * stands straight* Hey guys, Lacy here. Um, sorry about the lack of posting. I know I'd been posting pretty much every day since I started but I needed a small break from Zera. However, I'm back now! And we're probably at the second to last, nope, third to last chapter of the story. In this chapter, we'll have the Army of the Dead, the battle of Minas Tirith and I think that's it. Not sure. So, have fun!

Disclaimer: I own Zera.

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Zera's uneasy feeling grew as she listened to Legolas tell the tale of the Army of the Dead.

"Zera," Aragorn called Zera's attention. Zera looked at him. "we will walk the horses from here."

Zera nodded and dismounted Riniel. Stroking the restless horse's mane, Zera waited for the other before continuing.

"The very warmth of my blood seems stole away." Gimli whispered as they approached a stone entrance.

"The way is shut." Legolas read above the entrance. "It was made by those who were dead, and the dead keep it. The way is shut."

A strong howling gust of wind came inside, scaring the horses away. Zera struggled to hold onto Riniel but the horse easily took off after Brego.

"I do not fear death." Aragorn said, sword drawn.

Without hesitation, he walked right into cave and disappeared into the darkness. Zera pulled her own sword and quickly followed her brother. Legolas hesitated for only a moment before following the two, leaving Gimli alone.

"Well this is something unheard of!" he said. "An elf will go underground while a dwarf dare not?" he seemed to give in. "Ahh, I'd never hear the end of it."

With that, he quickly followed the others.

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"Who enters my domain?"

Zera turned with her brother and the others and saw the King of the Dead appear behind them.

"One who will have your allegiance." Aragorn addressed the king.

"The dead do not suffer the living to pass."

"You will suffer me." Aragorn said.

The king let out a chilling laugh that sent a cold shiver down Zera's spine as the four were quickly surrounded by the Army of the Dead. Oh this was not good.

"The way is shut." The king said. "It was made by those who are dead and the dead keep it." the dead closed in tightly. "The way is shut. Now you must die."

The king moved towards Aragorn and Legolas fired an arrow, only for it to go right through the king.

"I summon you to fulfill your oath." Aragorn said.

"None, but the King of Gondor may command me!"

Aragorn held Anduril up straight and as the king swung, so did Aragorn, blocking the dead king's blow.

"That blade was broken." The king said, almost in shock.

Aragorn grabbed the king's throat and held Anduril close. "It has been remade." he shoved the king back and looked at the army. "Fight for us and regain your honor." he moved around the circle. "What say you?" he held out Anduril. "What say you?"

"You waste your time, Aragorn." Gimli said. "They had no honor in life, they have none now in death."

"I am Isildur's heir." Aragorn said. "Fight for me! And I will hold your oaths fulfilled!" he pointed his sword directly at the king. "What say you?"

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Aragorn stood beside Zera as they sailed on the Black ships towards Minas Tirith.

"Are you ready?" Aragorn asked.

Zera smiled. "To fight for our people? Our city? Always."

"And for Middle Earth?" Aragorn asked.

Zera looked at him. "Without a second thought."

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Zera stood tall beside her brother in front of the Army of Dead. The king stood in front.

"Release us." he said.

"Bad idea." Gimli piped up from behind. "Very handy in a tight spot, these lads. Despite the fact they're dead."

"You gave us your word." the king said.

"I hold your oath fulfilled." Aragorn said. "Go, be at peace."

The king smiled as a strong gust blew and the army blew away with the wind. Zera and Aragorn looked at Gandalf, who bowed his head in respect to them. His face said it all. The heirs of Gondor had returned.

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Okay, so that was shorter then planned. But that's okay. And I may have been wrong about how many chapters were left. Dunno, I've got to plan it out completely in my head. For now, let me know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading.

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