Chapter 5: Siege
MorgothII: Hello again! This will be a much longer chapter than the first four as I am more suited for this type of thing currently.
Diluvium: Alright, this should be very good.
M: Anyways, I just want to make a disclaimer that I do not own Lord of the Rings, only my OC. Also, if you are someone who maybe a bit faint of heart, viewer discretion may be advised. Again, after reading please R&R! Enjoy!
The siege of Minas Tirith has begun. The sky had become clouded just as it had before during the first siege. Catapults and trebuchets launch boulders at and over the walls of the city, smashing buildings, damaging walls, and simply crushing anyone inside at will. Ballistae's fling huge arrows at the ramparts and wounding or killing the defenders standing at their posts.
Massive elephant-like Mumakil circle around the besieged city, while the Southern archers on the large towers that each one has on its back shower the walls with their arrows. Many siege towers by armored trolls are pushed towards the walls, each one containing many a fell orc, uruk, or men.
At the gate, the battering ram is slowly being pushed into place to destroy the pathetic barricade that has been setup there. Behind it a group of full plate armored olog-hai to serve as the assult force when the gate falls, and legions of Easterlings, uruks, and orcs riding wargs behind them in loose formation.
Many of the Great Eagles from the mountains had fallen, most of their bodies riddled with the black feathered arrows of the archers of Harad. The remaining birds had left the battle shortly after the death of their king. The sky now belonged to the Nazgul, whose mounts had large rocks clutched in their clawed feet. They now circled around the surrounded city like huge vultures circling a dying animal.
The lord of this fearsome onslaught, however, had not moved since he ordered the attack to begin. Diluvium sat on his mount, his balrog servant at his side. The ground between him and the walls are littered with the still bodies of the dead. The air is filled with the cries of the wounded and dying, and the battle cries of both armies. Suddenly, Diluvium unsheathed his katana and raised it above his helm. A minute later, he brought the curved sword down in a down slash to the sides.
At this sign the Nazgul made their mounts dive down and drop their rocks, aiming for the places that had the defender's trebuchet's. Four out of the six were direct hits, splintering wood and squashing anyone near them. The other two managed to land on great clumps of soldiers killing dozens and wounding many more. The fell mounts then repeatedly swoop down to knock out more of the defenders countermeasures and grabbing the defenders and releasing them at fatal heights above the ground.
The men of Gondor and Rohan each fought bravely, but the untold legions of darkness slowly starts to overwhelm them. The new king of Rohan, Eomer, fell after slaying two score of orcs to the downward slice of an uruk's sword. The hobbits Pippin and Merry, along with many others, are crushed by the falling rocks of the catapults. The general of Rohan known as Gamling the Old, along with many other captains and their men, fall to the arrows of orcs and southern men.
Impatient for this battle to end, Diluvium looks at the balrog at his side. "Follow me," he tells it. The balrog nods and at that Diluvium makes his mount take to the sky, his servant right behind him. The two fly above the walls, dodging any missiles that somehow manages to come near the odd duo. Finally, they start to descend upon their destination: the citadel of Minas Tirith.
His mount had not even touched the stone ground when Diluvium jumped off his mount with his katana drawn, ready for a fight. The Citadel Guards that were on duty all rushed at him wielding their rather spears at Diluvium. He lets out a small chuckle and then takes up a ready stance. A loud roar announces the arrival of the balrog, brandishing only its sword of fire. The first two guards are almost there and about to strike at Diluvium when his servant attacks them, swinging its sword once. The two foolish, brave but foolish nevertheless, soldiers are sent tumbling over the edge of the of the wall to the next level. The next one is about to thrust at the fiery demon when he is stopped by the sword which cloves his helmed head in two. Diluvium turns from his lifeless opponent and turns to move into the citadel. He has to stop briefly to stop the six veiled Fountain Guards who are protecting the White Tree. Five minutes later the clear water of the fountain are tinted red by the fallen fools. Now the Dark Lord moves on, knowing that no one, not even Gandalf, can kill his servant. He knows its fate, and it is not even close for its time.
Stopping by the tree, Diluvium turns around to face his fierce servant. At the balrog's feet and nearby lie the slashed and charred bodies of the Citadel Guards. Diluvium points to the White Tree and tells it, "Burn it to the ground." As this is done, a loud crash is heard by all, and then all is still and quiet. Then another crash, and a third, as the battering ram crashes into the makeshift barricade at the front. There are two more crashes, then the gates are destroyed. Diluvium's forces of evil charge through the breach, and crash into the assembled men of Gondor and Rohan. Both sides have fairly great losses, but once again the attrition rate of the enemy proves again to be their undoing, as well as the greater number of men and orcs and trolls combined. Diluvium then focuses on the task that he came to do, and goes to his balrog. "Come," he says "We have a wizard and king to find."
MorgothII: Boom! My longest chapter yet has been finished!
Diluvium: Whatever, it's just of chapter.
MorgothII: You SOB! How dare you! You know, I could just have someone kill you, its not to late yet. Not by a long shot.
D: Uh, never mind.
M: Anyways, please R&R! Shalom!
Chapter 6: Where is the Aragorn and Gandalf? What will happen? Will the evil forces somehow be defeated? Or will everyone be put to the sword? Find out next time! Neutralize