The Alliance of Middle-Earth and Westeros

The End of Winter

Those who escaped the crypts saw that Gimli was not wrong. Everyone was trying to get to the Night King and kill him, but the Army of the Dead and the Ice Dragons kept stopping them from achieving it.

Samwise gasped. "Look! A balrog!"

Everyone look at where he looked and saw he was right. This balrog was exactly like the one they encountered in Moria with the exception of it being blue instead of orange. The hobbits thought that meant this one was a recruit of the Night King's Army of the Dead. They saw Gandalf was busy fighting it to keep it distracted and away from the armies from Middle-Earth and Westeros fighting the Army of the Dead.

"Gimli, you said, 'The sooner the Night King dies, the quicker this nightmare will be over', right?" Arya said.

"Aye, that's exactly what I said, lassie," the Middle-Earth dwarf said.

"So how do we do that?" Pippin asked.

"Our jobs are to protect these vulnerable people at all costs, Pip," Merry said.

"Well, good luck," Arya said, before she ran off to join the battle.

"Where are you going, Arya?" Sansa called. "Get back here!" She went off to grab her, but Tyrion and the hobbits stopped her again.

"These people need you here, Sansa," Frodo said.

"I just lost my brother!" Sansa wailed. "I lost most of my family! I only have Arya and Jon left! I can't lose them!"

"If you go out there unharmed," Tyrion said, "you will not only be responsible for the death of yourself or the remains of your family, but everyone out here. We must get these people who can't fight as far away from the enemies as we can."

"And any help you can give me, I'd be grateful!"

Everyone turned to see Gimli hitting every White Walker he could with his axe.

"Sansa, take two hobbits, Shireen and Missandei to help you get the people to safety," Tyrion ordered. "The other two will come with me to help Gimli."

"Frodo, Samwise, come with us," Sansa said.

As she, Missandei, Shireen, Frodo and Samwise led the unarmed people to safety, Tyrion, Merry and Pippin ran to help Gimli fight the Army of the Dead.

After the hobbits and the dwarves bought Sansa, her hobbits and the vulnerable people enough time to run away, two more wights confronted them. Tyrion recognised them. So did Gimli.

"Are these your siblings, Tyrion?" Gimli asked.

Tyrion looked at them and saw they really were his siblings Jaime and Cersei. They drew out their weapons.

"My siblings are dead," Tyrion said. "They were killed by the Army of the Dead and recruited them." He saw his siblings charged for him and he along with Gimli and the hobbits engaged. Despite the cruelty his family had shown him all his life, he always knew deep down he still loved them. And he felt that he was sadly missing them even as he fought their wight bodies.

The Hound was facing his brother the Mountain.

"You may be dead, brother, you are still fucking annoying!" the Hound roared. "Why can't you just fucking die?"

But the Mountain, still stubborn even when dead, kept on attacking. He knocked his younger brother down and was about to strike him down with his sword. Then a sword went through his neck and his head fell off.