After my tumble roll forward I pull out my pistol that I grabbed ammunition for from Aragorn's backpack, and run forward, holding it out in one hand and pulling the trigger four times to bring down a heavily armored orc charging this way.
The king ducks behind a broken wall to dodge a few arrows. I do the same.
"How's your armor working for you?" I ask while cocking my gun again.
"Much better than my old one," he smirks. As we run back out an arrow smacks against his chest but bounces right off.
His eyes look past me and I whirl around, catching Niniliath slashing the flesh of four orcs at once.
I pick up my weapon and fire at three of them, letting them fly to their backs dead immediately.
She looks at me, startled.
"Saved your life," I grin.
"Well there you are I was beginning to think you'd died," she remarks.
"Who else could bring Smaug back from the dead?"
She laughs. "What are you wearing?"
"My uniform. Step aside elf, let a mundane handle this."
I load my pistol again and pull it up as two more armored orcs charge at us. With a careful aim a bust one in the unarmored part of the face and then fire at another exposed spot of the neck on the other demon.
"Have you seen Sauron yet?" I ask her quickly.
"No..." she frowns in thought. "Behind you."
I whirl around to dodge a mace and stick my barrel on the orc's neck, firing the black blood out of the other side and turning again.
"Nin..." I warn as she looks up at a troll headed this way. I'm not sure if my bullets would pierce its skin enough to kill it but I can hear my own heart beat as he lifts his enormous mace hand into the air with a roar.
But a loud gunshot startles us both that hits him in the head and he slowly falls over backwards. I was right to leave Legolas the sniper.
A monstrous thunder from the sound of Smaug's lungs as he bellows catches my attention. I watch him land on the old city buildings as the orcs try to fire arrows at him.
He looks at them and doesn't even have to do anything for defense. But he does. Slowly I notice his belly glow behind his scales. Orange travels up his neck and sets ablaze his throat. With a loud roar he buries the orcs and goblins at the base of the tower in fire.
I turn around to see Faramir running up but he sees the dragon in the distance and freezes, staring at the monster with fear.
But Nin slashes a goblin that runs at her snarling. And Faramir and I face the orcs headed towards us that Thranduil left over.
I pull up my gun and fire at the head of one a couple times after a bullet bounces off its helmet. The other is taken down by Faramir and his sword of Gondor.
I do a combat roll forward to another wall, avoiding a few arrows in the process. I stick my back against the concrete and peek around the corner. It's clear.
I charge from my place and run through the street, letting a few orcs ahead taste bullets.
I can see Gandalf fighting from here, slashing away at orcs and goblins with strength that the old wizard surprisingly has.
But ahead approaches three gate trolls, the largest of the species in the crowd I can also see Arwen and Elrond together fighting.
A scream catches my attention above and I see the flying nazgul soaring over the crowd of enemies. When the creature catches my eye it dips down and pierces its claws into the back of the troll headed for Gandalf. The monster roars in pain as the winged dragon tears at its flesh, the rider letting a high pitched scream escape while pulling back on his fell beast.
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Between Two Worlds
Fanfiction"Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west, behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?" _____________...
