I See in Moonlight

Battle of Pelennor, Denethor, and Preparing for the Final Battle

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Theodred sat upon his horse, Eowyn and Eomer at his sides. Behind them the red haired twins stood on the ground, brooms in their hands as the witch, Hermione sat on a horse with Merry dressed in Rohan livery and armor sat before her. Behind them was the mixed army of Men and Elves. They stood on the lip of a hill over looking the insanely massive army that Mordor had amassed to finally put an end to Minas Tirith, and should the White City fall, all of Gondor will fall. Should Gondor fall, there is little to nothing else to stop Sauron's army from sweeping like a plague across the Western lands and thus all of Arda would fall to Sauron's will.

Theoden had his horse trot along the front line, his sword tapping along the tips of the spears of those at the front. As he did so he demanded his people to look at army, to accept that this was very likely their last battle in this life. To not fear it, but accept it and to ride this last time with courage in their hearts.

"Spears shall be shaken! Shields shall be splintered!! This is a sword day, a red day!! Ride now!!" He bellows and Eomer pulls up the Horn of Rohan and blows, several others pulling up theirs and blowing as well. They blow once more, the horses beginning to stalk forward with each blow until they slowly speed up into a full on gallop as the horns sound one final time and Theoden's mighty roar of 'Charge' rings out and the Mordor filth at the very last second notice them and many are crushed under hoof, gorged through by spears or slashed and cut down by flashing swords.

Up on the walls of the White City, the remains of Gondor's army begin to cheer, their fighting spirit revitalized by the sound of help and the sight of army of men and elves racing through the ranks and taking out as many as possible before they break up into smaller groups. Gandalf breathes a bit easier, calling for everyone, man, woman and child alike to defend their city, rallying them to drive back the stain that is Mordor. He orders that the debris be broken down and launched back at the enemy army, the doors barricaded once more and for the men to regroup. He is a whirlwind of white and flashing steel as he takes out the few beasts that managed to get into the city. He is distracted by Pippin calling out to him that Denethor has gone mad and is attempting to burn himself and his sons alive!

Gandalf curses and races up to the Hobbit's location, grabbing him as he mounts Shadowfax and races like the wind up the winding paths of the city to the castle at the very top and center of the citadel He hurries to the tomb of Kings and the pyre alter within and after kicking a few guards out of his way, he manages to clock the Steward of Gondor good on the head, knocking him harmlessly to the floor well away from the pyre he ordered built as Pippin jumps from his horse and lands on Boromir's stomach, making the man gasp and awaken.

"Pippin?" He wheezes around a coughing fit.

"Sorry! But you need to get up! Your brother needs a healer!! Your father's gone mad, he tried to burn all three of you alive!!" Pippin cries, moving quick to knock the guards with torches away. "Stop it!! He's alive!!"

"Stand down!!" Boromir bellows as he gets up and they gasp, he rubs the back of his head and hisses at the sharp sting and after he checks his hand and sees that there is blood on it, he spits a few low curses as the guards do as order. "Did I not teach you fools to check that the person you are about to bury or burn is truly dead first!? And you father, what the bloody hell is wrong with you!?"

"Boromir, my dear Boromir!" The man gasps. "But you died!!"

"I almost died!! I was saved form death by a little Wizard!" He yells at his father even as he pulls his brother's body off the altar and orders two guards to get him to the medical wing, his brother waking up just slightly, his eyes opening and a weak smile forming.