Master of Death

The Final Battle of Arda; Welcome home.

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Theoden was riding back and forth before his men, giving a rousing speech, perhaps the last one he will ever give or the last these men would hear. Hidden among his men was Eowyn, dressed like a man with Merry sitting before her, his little sword at the ready. Theodred and Eomer sat side by side, both grim faced and determined to fight to the last breath. The Elves that were intermixed among the Men, shouted their own war cries when Theoden began to charge. 6000+ men and 1000+ Elves rode into the ranks of over 100,000 Orcs, Uruk-hai and other foul beasts of Mordor.

Today was a sword day, a red day indeed! Spears were shaken, shields splintered and the Free Men of Rohan rode toward Gondor. Their horns announcing their arrival for their allies.

Meanwhile inside, Gandalf looked up from his fight with an Orc to smile at the sound of Rohan's horns. Their allies had arrived! He shouted orders for the Men to stand their ground to shove back the filth from the White City. The injured and the civilians were hurried away from the fighting. Pippin was up in the Citadel treating Faramir's injuries. The young Man had been near fatally injured, barely conscious when he was brought back. But Denethor's mind had finally broken. Believing his eldest son long dead and seeing the barely living and shattered body of his youngest, whom he had been most cruel to, shoved him over the edge of sanity.

He had ordered the Men of Gondor to flee, to abandon the city. But Gandalf had swiftly beat him silly and took command and prepared the city for her last stand. That had been hours ago. Pippin had just barely pulled the Man from the edge of Death when a few grim faced guards came and took Faramir. He followed, worried about what they were doing and when he saw Denethor preparing to burn Faramir alive along with himself, he fled to get Gandalf since the man did not listen to him. None of them had. He was shouting at them that Faramir was alive! Why would they not listen to him!?

"Gandalf!!" Pippin's screams were loud as he dodged through the fighting, rushing to the White Wizard. "Gandalf!! Denethor's gone mad! He's going to burn Faramir alive!"

"What!?" Boromir's voice startled them and they turned to see the young man riding through the gate with what little men had survived Osgiliath.

"Boromir!" They smiled, but it was grim and tight. "Your father's mind has shattered, he's going to kill himself and your brother! Please help!"

"Go! I will follow as soon as I am able!" Gandalf sent them ahead, turning to shout more orders at their men.

"Look there!! A sea of Green!!" Shouted a scout and Gandalf looked and gasped seeing a sea of green rushing from the River and over the fields, where they passed only Mordor's people laid dead, but not for long as many of the corpses rose and began to attack their own people.

"T'is Hadrian...." Gandalf smiled. The Young Istari had made it! "Man your stations, take the broken debris and fire it back at the enemy! Everyone! Man woman and child! Defend your fair city!!"

Shouts rang up and soon even those who head fled were rushing into the fray. Women used whatever they could, pots, pans, rolling pins! Children dumped flower pots and broken rocks and bricks down on the Mordor ilk that invaded their home. The Elders used their canes or whatever they had in their hands to beat an Orc or two to death...

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Harry rode on a dead Troll's shoulders as he reanimated corpses and sent them to kill their own brethren. Haldir and Legolas were competing with Gimli on how many enemies they could slay. Aragorn was surrounded by an army of Ghouls as he cut a path through their enemies. Harry sensed Death and turned look at him.