Chapter 14
Aragorn led their charge against the hosts of Mordor. Crashing into the front ranks he was immediately engaged by several orcs at once. Ducking under the sword of the first, Aragorn slashed at the second and stabbed the third. The orc fell, revealing the first one looming up behind it. But before it could strike an arrow slammed into its neck, killing it.
That left only one orc for Aragorn to deal with, which he did quickly before moving on to the next skirmish.
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Backed up against the hill, Aragorn surveyed the battlefield around him. The tide had turned in favour of the Enemy, and wave after wave of orcs had been sent against them. But the Men of the West held their ground — battling overwhelming odds.
A motion caught his attention, and Aragorn turned to see Pippin being attacked by a monstrous troll. The Dúnadan ran toward the Halfling and pushed him out of the way as the heavy club the troll carried crashed onto the ground.
The troll roared in anger and, after some effort, managed to trap Aragorn under its foot.
Pain flared in his chest as its full force bore down on him. But he drew his knife and tried to stab through the soft flesh. The knife cut through easily and the troll roared in anger and pain. As it raised its club to finish him, Aragorn's ears caught the sound of a high-pitched screech. It was a cry he remembered hearing once before.
"The Eagles! The Eagles are coming!" Voices cried out.
And even as the Eagles came flying in, something about the battlefield changed. All the Enemies troops seemed to freeze in place for a moment, then many of them turned and fled. The Nazgûl, which had been circling above the battlefield, suddenly wheeled away and sped into the gloom from the Black Land.
"Stand Men of the West!" Gandalf shouted when they would have moved forward. "This is the hour of doom!"
As Aragorn watched, he saw a tall dark shadow forming from the dark clouds that had gathered. The mere sight of it chilled his heart. But the shadow — as it stretched out its black hand toward the West — a strong wind came and blew it away.
And so Manwë's judgment comes to the Dark Lord, Aragorn mused as the Sun broke through the clouds.
But the battle was not quite over. Many of the Southrons and Easterlings gathered themselves to fight, though their defeat was inevitable. Aragorn gathered his own troops to face them for the last time.
I apologize for not having written in such a long time. School stops for no one.