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-The paths of the dead-

"None but the king of Gondor can command me!" Said the king of the dead. "Then obey, for I am Isildur's heir!" Said Aragorn. "The dead will aid the living, when they are nearest to death!" Said the king of the dead. The force arrives at the corsair fleet...

-Minas Tirith-

The Hammer of the Underworld, Grond, had smashed the gate. Defeat for the valiant soldiers of Gondor, was imminent. Then, in the darkest hour, horns echo through the city. The Rohhirim had come! "A sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises! DEATH!!!!!!" Shouted Theoden. "Death!!!" Cried the riders in response. The Rohhirim charged the enemy ranks, crashing through the host of Mordor, causing huge damage. Golmag was nearby when Theoden King fell from his horse. "Feast on his flesh!" Said The Witch-king to his fellbeast. A young warrior ran forth. "I will kill you if you touch him!" Said the soldier. "Kill me? Thou fool. No living man can slay me." Said The Witch-king. "I am no man." Said the soldier, pulling of 'his' helmet. It was Eowyn. The fellbeast took off and came upon her. A sword stroke later, it's head was detached from its body. The Witch-king rose from the wreck. A sword and great flail were in his hands. He beset upon her. "Die now." Said The Witch-king, preparing a final blow. Suddenly, a short blade thrust itself through his knee, causing him to stumble forward, and Merry fell back, clutching his arm. Eowyn drove her sword between the crown of iron and the robes. A terrible shriek rent the air.