Chapter 6: Siege, part two
MorgothII: Welcome back! Sorry for the long wait, just had to publish another story and try to figure out how several chapters.
Diluvium: Wait, you did not plan on how to end this!?
M: Well, I sometimes have a habit of not always planning ahead. But don't worry, I now have a plan. And in this chapter, we'll start to learn about Diluvium and a bit of his past.
D: Finally!
M: Anyways, as always, all feedback is welcomed and most importantly, enjoy!
The once glorious city of Minas Tirth is engulfed in devastation and flame. Faramir and several dozen members of the Royal and the Citadel guards were leading the women and children out through secret passages to go to the lands of Rivendell and Lothlorien. Legolas had fallen along with nearly two-thirds of the dwindling defenders. The White Citadel was all but destroyed, its devastation the work of Diluvium's balrog. The remaining soldiers of the city are stuck at the fifth level. What they did not know, however, was that Diluvium was nearby. Aragorn is talking with Gandalf and Gimli about the new warlord.
"Gandalf, is there anything we can do to stop the balrog?" Gimli asks the wizard. "I have no Idea. They were all supposed to be dead except for the one that used to live in Moria." The wizard is unnerved at these shocking turn of events. "Well, guess what? They are not!" The shout comes from Diluvium as he makes Gimli shorter with a single stroke of his sword. A loud crush echoes in the packed place as the balrog smashes the door and legions of men, orcs, olog-hai, and uruks charge through the breach. "ATTACK! SLAY ALL IN YOUR PATH! LEAVE NO ONE ALIVE! ATTACK!" Diluvium shouts. Aragorn draws his sword and engages the warlord in combat.
"Who are you?!" The king demands as he swings his blade at the rather exposed neck. "Your worst nightmare," Diluvium counters as he blocks it with a simple flick of the wrist. "Why are you doing this?" Aragorn almost demands an answer as he asks the question. "Because I can," Diluvium says with a unnerving smile. Diluvium does a series of slashes that are somewhat blocked by Aragorn until a blow manages to badly cut the king's shoulder. The two continue fighting as the rest of the level is engaged in bloody combat.
The most dangerous fighters other than the two leaders currently engaged in their deadly duel are Gandalf and the balrog. The balrog had sensed before that one of its kin had been slain. It had also seemed like that the slayer had died too, but then he was sent back. This simply enraged and hurt the balrog more than any kind of torture or wounds could do. He recognized that he is fighting the offender. But this balrog of Morgoth is way more powerful. More powerful then Gothmog, king of the balrogs and Morgoth's second-in-command.
Many orcs have been slain. But now the men of Rhun were sending in their very best units: the Dragon Units. As the golden armored men and the uruks of Mordor come upon the dwindling men of Gondor and Rohan, the defenders start to give ground. Meanwhile, Aragorn is starting to tire. He is having more and more trouble blocking each blow. Diluvium, if possible, seems to only get stronger. He starts to swing his sword done harder and harder. He is confident that his specially made sword would easily destroy his opponent's sword.
Eventually it does. Aragorn tries to draw his knife. He is stopped by the blow that cleaves his hand off. The battle was now one handed (literally for Aragorn) as the warlord thrust his sword deep into the heart of the now dead king of Gondor. He removes his sword and uses Aragorn's cloak to wipe off the blood on the blade. Diluvium then steps over the corpse and walks over towards Gandalf. The white wizard is surrounded by his Nazgul and balrog servants. The conquer orders his men to move on and slay all soldiers they see or capture all that they find.
"So, Gandalf the Grey, Gandalf the White, we meet at last," he says. Gandalf looks like he wants to spit on his face. "What do you want?" Diluvium chuckles at that, a sick sound that made even the Nazgul shudder slightly. "What do I want? That is simple. I want your ring. Give it to me, and you may leave with your life. Refuse and you will find yourself in a world of suffering. Be silent and I will have you executed and find it myself. That is what I want right now." Gandalf considers these words. "If I give it to you, do you swear to stop this madness?" He asks the warlord.
"Oh, I swear. I swear that this slaughter will end. So, do we have a deal?" At this Gandalf, with great reluctance, gives to the warrior his ring of fire. "At last! I have collected the three rings needed for you, my teacher!" Diluvium shouts. He is then silent as if he is listening to someone. After that he turns to the balrog. "You may have you vengeance now," he tells his most loyal servant. The demon gives an almost grateful growl then he swings his flaming sword, ending the pact that Diluvium made. An hour or two later, the city has fallen. Diluvium walks up to the scorched tree stump.
"Teacher, I claim this city for you! I have three great rings, one of which you wrought for me! With the power that is in these great rings, I break your bonds containing you. I summon you back from the void!" At this defiant shout, the sky turns black. Lightning flashes and thunder booms. A huge bolt of lightning hits the tree stump, destroying it, and a human shadow appears. "Arise my teacher! Return to the world that should belong to you! Arise…. MORGOTH!" Diluvium shouts. The cloud starts to become solid, becoming a man at least twenty feet tall. A wicked laughter emanates from him.
"At long last, I have returned!" Diluvium's teacher shouts. Morgoth, the first dark lord, bane of light, enemy of the First Age, killer of the trees of light, has returned!
MorgothII: And done! I wonder if I have surprised you, haven't I?
Diluvium: So this whole time, I was a student of Morgoth?
M: Correct! Anyways, please R&R and enjoy!