Worlds Collide 2 : A LOTR/GOT Crossover. The Two Towers.

Chapter 4: The Burning of the Westfold.

Isengard had suffered a significant change. Once Sauron had corrupted the White Wizard: Saruman, the whole world was turned upside down. Saruman and the Orcs assigned to him had transformed Isengard from a wonderful and sprawling forest to an industrial war zone. Complete with machines, pits for breeding his Uruk Hai with fires breeding from the pits, a hellish landscape that resembled that of Mordor itself. The only thing left was the Tower of Orthanc in the Center. 

"The World is changing." Saruman said. "Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard? And Mordor? You stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman. And the Union of the Two Towers. Together, My Lord, Sauron. We shall rule this Middle Earth." 

Saruman has already ripped apart his trees and using the wood for fire and metal making in the Pits. "The Old World will burn in the Fires of Industry. The Forests will fall. A New Order will arise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword, and the spear, and the iron fist of the Orc." He continued. 

One day he was speaking with one of his Orcs. "I want them armed and ready to march within two weeks!" Saruman ordered.

"But, My Lord. There are too many. They cannot all be armed in time. We don't have the means." The Orc pointed out. 

"Build a Damn, block the streams, burn the furnaces, by day!" Saruman ordered not bothered by this fact. 

"We don't have enough fuel to feed the fires." The Orc protested.

Saruman then looked upward. With an idea for that. "The Forest of Fangorn lies on our doorstep." He informed looking at all the lush green forest in the distance. "Burn it!" 

"Yes." The Orc replied. 

Later on... the Wildfolk of Rohan known as the Dunland met in an audience with Saruman in Orthanc.  

"We will fight for you." The Chief informed.

"Swear it." Saruman demanded. 

The Chief took out a knife. And he cut his hand to swear a blood oath. To the pleasure of Saruman. "We will die, for Saruman!" 

And that night, all the Dunland had met with Saruman. Torches and Pitchforks and other arms. "The Horsemen took your lands! They drove your people into the Hills! To scratch for living off Rocks!" Saruman yelled.

"Murderers!" One yelled and all the Dunlanders chanted. 

"Take back the lands they stole from you! Burn every Village!" Saruman yelled. And all the Dunlanders started running out. 

"We have only to remove those who would oppose us. It will begin in Rohan. Too long have these peasants stood against you. But no more." He declared to Sauron.

The following days saw a combined force of Uruk Hai and Dunlanders running towards a Rohan Village in a mob style. The Villagers who had no weapons were now trying to leave for their lives. Grabbing horses, whatever their supplies they could carry. And everywhere, animals were running lose in the chaos. Including a Mother and her two children. The Mother was getting a horse ready. "Eothain! Eothain!" She called over. 

A Young Boy named Eothain and his Sister who was named: Freda ran over. "You take your sister, you'll go faster with just two!" The Mother told the children and loaded them both on the Horse. 

"Papa says Eothain must not ride Garulf. He's too big for us!" Freda protested as the Mother hoisted them both on the Horse.

But the Mother was not listening and didn't care either way. "Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm. Do you understand me?"