The Alliance of Middle-Earth and Westeros

White Walkers, Dragons and Wildfire

It had been more than five hours since the Rohirrim and the Dothraki were sent out to check on the Army of the Dead. No one standing outside Winterfell had seen them or heard anything from them. Not a sign. As if that wasn't making them worried and nervous enough, the dark night and the rough cold roaring wind was making them even more uncomfortable. The deep thick snow underneath the soldiers' boots or the horse's shoes wasn't helping them either. Despite all of the uncomfortable and uncertainty feelings, everyone was doing their very best to control their fear and keep their focus.

Then they saw some Dothraki and Rohirrim on their horses galloping out of the trees.

"They are here!" Eomer yelled. "White Walkers approaching!"

Everyone got even more nervous now. Some started to run back to Winterfell, but they were stopped by the spears of the Unsullied at the back.

"You are soldiers of Middle-Earth and Westeros!" Gandalf yelled. "No matter what comes through those trees, you will stand your ground!"

"Archers, catapults, ready!" Jon Snow ordered.

Every archer with Legolas and Bronn among them lit their arrowheads with the small fires close to them.

Out of the trees the White Walkers finally emerged. The Dothraki kept on riding away, while the Rohirrim looked behind and fired their arrows at the White Walkers as their horses rode on. It was successfully slowing them down.

"Release catapults!" Jon ordered.

The catapults each released a giant rock covered in wildfire heading towards the White Walkers.

"Archers, fire!" Jon ordered. The archers released their flaming arrows at the giant wildfire-covered rocks. The rocks got covered up in green roaring flames. After they landed on top of the Army of the Dead, they exploded. The Rohirrim and the Dothraki were well clear from the lines of explosions as the green flaming rocks covered up the whole Army of the Dead. Everyone watched with hope as the wildfire did its job of burning the monsters alive.

While the White Walkers and the wights were burning up, Gandalf kept an eye out for the Night King and his dragons. Neither he nor anyone else could find them. By the time all of the White Walkers were down on the ground, they were still nowhere in sight. He knew that the battle was not over until the Night King was killed.

Then one of the catapults got destroyed. Everyone looked to see it was one of the Night King's dragons. It was Drogon. He went to destroy the other two catapults with his blue fire.

"Fire at will!" Aragorn yelled.

Soldiers fired at will at Drogon, but he dodged the arrows and breathed blue fire on them.

Eomer galloped after Drogon, carrying his spear made out of Valyrian steel. He halted as he saw the dragon swoop down to burn more soldiers. Drogon spotted him and flew towards him.

Eomer knew he had only one shot at this. He waited as Drogon flew closer to him and was getting ready to fire blue fire at him. The Rohan King aimed his spear and threw it at the neck of the dragon. Drogon yelled in pain and crashed to ground as he died. This reminded Eomer when he killed that oliphaunt at the Battle of Pelennor Fields.

Legolas saw Viserion approaching him. When he saw the destroyed catapults, they gave him an idea. He climbed to the top of the rubble and waited for the moment to jump onto the dragon's back. He successfully managed to land on the back and tried to hold onto the horns as it flew up. Once it was flying upright again, he stood up and ran on the back to the back of the head. The elf armed his bow and his Valyrian steel arrow. He aimed at the head and released the arrow. Viserion roared in pain and headed to the ground. Legolas jumped off before the dragon crash-landed and landed next to Gimli, who had watched the whole thing.

"That still only counts as one!" his dwarf friend grumbled.

There was only Rhaegal left, but he was nothing a few Valyrian steel arrows couldn't finish off.

The ice dragons were killed and the White Walkers and the wights were still down on the ground, being burnt by green wildlife.

"Victory!" Theon Greyjoy cried. "We have victory!"

Though the warriors in Westeros cheered, the warriors from Middle-Earth knew it was not victory. The battle has barely begun and no one had found the Night King.

Then Gandalf heard footsteps approaching. Sounds he has wished he would never had to hear ever again. Then everyone saw the White Walkers and the Ice Dragons alive and rising up again, even with the wildfire still burning them. That could mean only one thing: the Night King was finally arriving.

Some trees were knocked down to the ground. Everyone saw emerging from the gap where the trees were was the Night King himself. But he wasn't alone; he was riding on something.

"What the fuck is that thing?" Jaime Lannister asked.

Gandalf couldn't believe what he was seeing. "A balrog!" It was worse than he feared. Not only was the rumor of the lost balrog true, but the Night King was riding on the top of the head. This balrog was not orange like the others; instead it was glowing blue with blue flames.

"What do we do, Gandalf?" Jon asked.

Gandalf studied the Night King and the Balrog as he tried to think. He knew the Night King needed to be killed whether he was still on top of the balrog or down on the ground. He finally had an idea. He turned to the armies. "Focus on the Night King!" he ordered. "I will deal with this balrog on my own!"

While Jon Snow ordered his armies to prepare for the Night King, Gandalf went to confront the balrog. "You shall not pass!"

The balrog created a blue flaming sword and it tried to strike Gandalf, but the wizard used his staff to create a white glowing shield around him. The shield was so hard that the balrog had to lean back. The Night King tried to hold onto his monster, but he couldn't and he fell off.

The warriors saw the Night King fall.

"He's down!" Jaime cried. "Let's get him!"

"No, Jaime, wait!" Aragorn yelled.

But Jaime was standing over the Night King. He tried to plunge his sword into the king's chest, but it didn't go in. It went right into a wildfire burning White Walker. As Jaime tried to pull the sword out, he got stabbed himself by more burning White Walkers.

Everyone was shocked as they saw Jaime Lannister fall to the ground and burnt alive in green flames. Some started to flee and cry out 'Retreat' and 'Fall back' among them.

"Hold your ground!" Aragorn yelled. "Hold your ground!"

He managed to get most of the soldiers to stop and look at him.

"We cannot stop!" he told them. "We must persist or it will be the end of all things!"

"Aragorn is right!" Jon Snow yelled to them. "Come on!"

Everyone cheered as they followed both kings.