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Yes another update I know. Slightly smaller than the last but still a respectable 4000 words. Anyway I hope you enjoy this part, which may be the last part of the story, it's up to you. Read the Authors note at the end of the text.
Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha
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Chapter 11: The Final Stand of the Night Elves
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Down the steep hill they flowed, faster and smoother than any substance known in any Universe.
As one they struck the enemy lines, hard and fast, an unstoppable storm with deadly effect.
At the forefront of the charge rode Bellatrix, face alight with passion and power, as she easily overcame any foe which came in her path. Her horse did a fair share of the work as well, trampling most which were low to the ground.
Her bow sang through the air once more, shots of accuracy which would make the Valar look down in pride at her skill.
Behind these riders came the Majority of the Wood elf forces, their numbers totalling one hundred and seventy thousand.
Along side these elves came the Night Elves, rushing on with no sense of self preservation, the lust for battle full within their hearts.
And lastly came masses of Dwarfs, slow in the charge they were, but no less deadly, for small throwing axes flew through the air and into the heart of the enemy ranks.
It was a sight worth remembering, and indeed it would be for ages to come.
Bella rushed forward, strong and powerful in the charge, her sword and staff swinging through the air in arcs of death, unavoidable y any in her immediate range.
By her side Eltima and Anthon fought also, not as deadly as her, but worthy of remembrance none the less.
Swinging round Bella lobbed the head off another Orc, she then butted another in the head while ducking under another blade, sweeping its feet and sticking a knife in its torso. Smiling in satisfaction she moved on, anger still palpable in her desire for redemption.
To her right she could make out the distinguishable form of Gil-Galad fighting furiously with innate elven grace, she smiled, perhaps there was hope yet.
Gil-Galad dodged a series of slashes and lunges as he fought for his life and lives of those around him. Moving swiftly to the side he put a dagger through the head of another Orc and thrust his sword deep into another's neck.
Around him he could see his comrades' fighting against the tide, stemming the flow of death on his side, for that he was immensely grateful.
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It hadn't been more than an hour after the arrival of the Night Elves when his hopes were once again thrown bitterly to the ground.
Just when they were starting to make progress against the overwhelming forces, this had to happen.
Looking up he saw them, nine in total, for that is where they got the name "the nine"
They hadn't been seen at all after the battle against the Night Elves many years ago, but here they were once more, this time on winged mounts, bred in the very heart of Mordor awaiting the time to come forth.
And come they did, swooping down with incredible speed hey crashed into his ranks with their talons, high pitched screams being emitted from the Nazgul, adding to the fear he felt.
And then the unthinkable happened, his predicament became so unbelievably unlucky that he could have cried tears of anguish.
One of the mounts landed in a clearing, rider sat powerful on his back staring at his form. He shuddered in fear as The Witch Nazgul dismounted.
He had heard stories of this enemy's incredible power and had seen him from afar in some battles, but never before had he had the beings full power directed to him, he was of course glad about that fact.
Holding up his sword in an act of silent defiance Gil-Galad cringed as the Nazgul hissed, in what might be considered a laugh, a mocking laugh to be sure.
"Come to death elf scum!" he hissed in a voice which made him cringe back in fear.
Quickly controlling his fear Gil-Galad straightened up and prepared for death to claim him.
He rushed forward a battle cry sounding from his lips as he did so. The Nazgul swung his mace, faster than even his eyes could comprehend, he was hit with the full force of the weapon, forcing him head first into the side of the Gate, and there he lied dead never to draw breath again.
There was silence in the area as people looked from The greatest of the Nine to their fallen leader, once proud and strong, now all which remained was an empty shell which was his body.
And then there was a sound, confusion became paramount in the vicinity of the disaster, and out of the ranks came Bella, a mask of hate etched into more than just her face, onto her very core, her heart.
She charged forward, throwing Orcs back as she did so, her magic spiralling in a vortex around her.
In front of the Black Gate she met the enemy, and there they fought.
From her staff there came a beam of pure magic, making others turn and gaze at its majesty and power, it hit the Witch King full in the head and propelled him back so that he landed roughly on the floor near the gate.
But he was still alive.
Sure enough he rose again from the ground, black robes billowing away from his deathly figure.
The Witch moved forward, mace swinging in deadly arcs which contained grace and power. Enemies and allies of his were smashed out the way in the advance and soon enough the two were locked in combat once more.
He swung forward at Bella's head with force; leaning back she dodged the assault and at the same moment shrugged off her cloak to reveal her shining armour.
The fell beast swung again, and this time she was ready. Lifting her sword, she parried the mace' end with a slight twist of her blade, she then launched her own assault.
Swinging forward she met the unforgiving gaze of her opponent in a harsh clash of metal; it was sword this time which he used. A long jagged sword made of a cruel deformation of steel, much like everything like the dark side used.
Thrusting forward she was knocked to the side by the powerful blade; she instantly went on the defensive as her opponent launched her sword into the air with a harsh flick of her wrist.
Her sword flew out of her hand and landed blade, in the Earth handle pointing towards the sky.
Her defence now consisted of two long daggers, intricate weapons for fast movements and quick slashes and slices.
She had mastered these weapons as she had others, and so was masterful when wielding them, this never put her on a disadvantage one bit. She only hoped she would win the fight for she didn't want to leave Harry here alone.
She fought on.
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Harry gazed on as his troops made there way through a bloody marshland.
Everywhere he looked he could see obvious signs of battle and death.
It was evidence enough that Bella had come into conflict around this area by all the dead bodies which littered the ground. He had to say that there were only a few of the ally's dead o the ground and that there had to be well over one hundred thousand dead Orcs killed.
He could only guess that they had won and then moved on, however he had little time to think on this issue anyway.
So far they had made astounding progress, covering distance which would have normally taken days in less than day, the reason for this was of course the fact that when the Wood Elves had arrived they had been equipped with horses, this made them able to travel at many times normal speed, and also conserved their strength for the battle ahead.
They were less than a day away now, he may even be able to make it to the gate before Nightfall, that was of course if they had no more delays, for it was getting to a point now that he was lusting for Battle, added to the fact that his mind ever dwelled on Bella and her health and you had a recipe for intense paranoia.
"Make for the Gate, double time!" He shouted out.
Instantly the Elves began to move at a much greater speed.
Yes, there was still hope while courage remained.
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Bella looked up wearily, blocking another potential death blow from her opponent as she did so.
Spinning gracefully despite her fatigue, she lunged forward and succeeded in slicing into the arm, through the armour, of the Nazgul.
They had been fighting furiously now for many hours and she needed rest, ever more the thoughts of lying peacefully in bed with Harry, while he lovingly stroked her hair, played through her focused mind.
She longed for his touch and to be away from this foul area, however she fought on, oblivious to the battle raging a short distance away from her.
And then the moment of opportunity came. The Witch King swung his mace once more, but this time nowhere near as smoothly or as powerfully as he once had. Taking her opportunity Bella caught the chain of the deadly mace with her dagger and wrapped the chain around the blade, ducking a strike from his sword, she thrust the dagger into the ground and then stood straight, deflecting a blow with her other dagger as she did so.
From her back she withdrew her staff which she had mostly refrained from using before now for fear of hitting her own troops.
Lifting it up in her right hand, while deflecting a series of blows with her left, she closed her eyes momentarily and let her magic guide her.
Slamming down there was a mighty explosion, and those around her died instantly in the shock of the impact. There below her staff was the broken mace of the Witch King, his most potent and feared weapon.
He let loose a shrill scream, and before she could react, his armoured fist had knocked her to the ground and his heavy boot was grinding her face into the foul earth.
Looking out from her position Bella's frantic eyes searched in vain for help...none came. She spat out as Earth made its way into her mouth, she was going to die, and she just knew it.
And then the pressure was suddenly relieved, looking up she saw a shocking sight.
Eltima and Anthon had come to her aid, desperately trying to deflect the blows which were being rained down upon them.
Fury grew within her heart as she watched Eltima cry out as a knife pierced her hand and protruded out the other side.
Picking up her fallen staff she lunged forward with her magic, letting it loose for the first time since her initial advance upon the deadly enemy.
The Witch King was hit; flying in pain through the air he was sent crashing against the side of the Gate, landing next to the fallen figure of Gil-Galad.
He never rose, but gave off slight twitches as if he was still alive.
Bella wasn't willing to take any chances.
Pulling out her bow she fitted two arrows to the string and launched them with all her might at the wounded body.
They hit true, and with a blood curdling scream the Witch King imploded, sending shock waves through the earth.
Flushed with her victory Bella continued with the fight. Eltima had received a wound, but she wasn't in a critical condition, it wasn't like they had much choice anyway.
Fully extending her power now, Bella made the earth give way in huge chunks all around the battle field, thousand's fell to their death as the earth swallowed them and then re-grew itself in front of their eyes.
Hope flared in the hearts of all those present, victory for the first time in the battle thus far was attainable.
Onwards they pushed, slaying many thousands as they went deeper into the rhythm.
Onwards they pushed, oblivious to the shadow which watched from a very close distance away.
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Harry spurred his horse on and soon enough came to another sight where battle had previously taken place, looking down from the small hill he stood atop he squinted, he could hear slight sounds coming from a distance less than a mile away.
Looking back at his force he pulled his steed into an all out gallop in the direction of the sounds, he would be damned if he wouldn't make it.
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Fear clenched at her heart as a presence which was unfamiliar swept over her, focusing she extended her senses, but instantly recoiled in shock.
He was here, that was all she could think of for over a minute.
This he wasn't a positive he either, no definitely not a positive he. She was sure of her judgement and she knew that said being was on a level miles above he own, she wouldn't even be able to put a dent in his armour, he was that powerful.
Turing she faced the Black gate which at that moment had began to emit rumbling sounds, signalling that it was opening.
Taking a breath she walked forward, to her death she knew, however she was willing to die for her new life and Kin, it was after all, all she had ever loved in her life.
From out the Gate came a single figure.
Dressed in black and carrying a mighty club he came, power hundreds of times that of her own. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, however refused to submit to her fear, here he was, Sauron, Lord of darkness, many times more powerful than Lord Voldemort could ever dream of being, and he stood before he, not as an ally, but as an enemy.
An enemy which wished for her death as quickly as it could be arranged.
Stepping forward she watched silently as he made his way forward. Those closest moved back from him, and even his own ranks made a path for him to walk through.
To the visible gap between the armies he came, silent, a predator with unknown capabilities, she stood still, resolute and determined before him.
There was a moment of silence as the Dark Lord stood before them, before he made his move.
Lashing out at the nearest unit of enemies with his club, he sent them flying across the battlefield with little to no effort; just like that he had killed fifty men.
Taking a step forward he came face to face with Bella for the first time, if you called being hidden behind a mask his face.
Lifting his club once more he let it loose on the unit she stood with. Thinking quickly she erected the most powerful shield she could around herself, for she was too drained to cover them all.
The club struck and she saw the bodies fly, however she wasn't affected. Dropping to the floor she sobbed in pain as her body tried to maintain itself with her now none existent reserves, the pain was excruciating, tem times that of the Cruciatus curse.
"Death my sweet" hissed the voice of the Dark Lord
Looking up she saw the helm of the Dark Lord above her, before her world passed in to nothingness.
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Harry rushed forward, hearing the sounds of battle had increased his desire for combat, he felt it in his heart that Bella was in trouble, yet he could do little to help her save for make with all haste to her position.
At last he made it to the summit of a large hill, and looked down upon all the death.
Hundreds of thousands of troops were separated by a line about tem people wide, and in the centre was a single figure, with a body at his feet.
It was then that a feeling of loss and despair washed over him, his eyes became damp as the reality of the situation he was observing sank into his reality.
Bella was dead; The Dark Lord had killed her.
Anger arose in Harry such he had never felt before, desire for revenge flooded him and all he could think of in that moment was the best way to kill the person who had done it.
Not bothering to wait for his forces to catch up he rushed over the peak of the slope with an inhuman cry of challenge, his magic exploded in frenzy as Orcs across the field blew up in their hundreds and thousands.
He rushed forward, still mounted on his great and faithful horse, intent on killing the Dark Lord once and for all.
He reached the monster that had stood still the entire time watching his advance with an almost calculating wariness.
At the last moment Harry flipped out of the saddle of his horse and, still in midair launched a beam of magic the size of a house at the Dark Lord.
Taking a step back Sauron dropped his club on the floor and raised his hands, the magic struck his hands and ricocheted off into the air.
Landing Harry pushed the attack as the battle once again started up around him, with the fight being moved to a great distance away from the two clashing titans.
Lifting up his hands again Harry threw two beams the same size as the previous but this time in a red colour, the Dark Lord visibly struggled to deflect them this time, but held his ground.
Rushing forward Harry released over ten arrows at the figure, all of which explode before they reached their destination.
Forsaking Magic for the time being Harry withdrew his legendary sword as he charged forth, as he did so it emitted a ringing sound.
Rushing forward he met blades with the mighty warrior for the first time ever.
He pushed off and swung around in an intricate arc, his attacks were short, quick and deadly while the Larger Dark Lord favoured slower, larger attacks.
Moving back he slashed repeatedly at the figure of evil in from of him.
Metal and metal met in a clash which would ever be remembered in middle earth.
The Dark Lord caught Harry unaware at that moment and kicked him harshly to the ground; he rolled straight back onto his feet and launched a fireball at his opponent, who absorbed it with a dark Orange shield.
Pressing the attack once more Harry struck with Power and accuracy multiple times at the Dark Lord's shield which eventually shattered.
Victory was short lived as the moment that the shield collapsed a beam of black light came from the Dark Lord, flying at him with speed even greater than the attacks of the former Witch King.
Diving gracefully to the side Harry looked around and found that those who had been near them when the duel started were now far away fighting against the enemy once more.
He paid for this moment of rest, as at that moment he was hit full in the side with deep purple light which literally reeked of evilness.
Falling to the floor Harry bit back the natural impulse to scream his lungs out at the pain.
It was in that moment that he looked at a body not a metre from his own, it was Bella, so cold but so beautiful.
And for the first time in his short time on middle Earth Harry let his full power show.
An aura of power suddenly broke free from the powerful restraints he himself had placed on it.
Putting his hands in front of his body outstretched, a ball grew in front of him. Starting about the size of a football it increased to the size of an average man in under five seconds. He was vaguely aware of the pain which raked his body in his concentration. Spells impacted upon his body causing him great damage, he fell to his knees as his right leg was severed from his body, and finally he was ready.
Crying out Harry pushed forward with his Arms, letting loose the now house sized, but immensely concentrated ball of raw power.
The ball erupted from his hands and the earth rumbled and spewed up as it passed in midair over it.
The ball travelled at a speed ungues-able and unavoidable. It hit the Dark Lord full in the chest and a blinding light filed the area for miles around. Fighting stopped as all around gazed in wonder at the phenomenon.
Harry slumped his head, as the light began to clear; he had nothing more to give after releasing enough magic to level Cahadras with ease.
Moving his eyes up he saw the unthinkable, there, in the clearing smoke the Dark Lord still lived, on his knees maybe but he was still alive, how was it possible?
It was obvious from the state of the posture of the evil being that he was in not a much better state than Harry, however he was in better shape and that was the most important part, the most unfortunate part.
It was in that moment a man charged forward from the ranks of the Men; he wore the symbol of the White tree upon his chest and was tall, although not amazingly so.
His goal was a frantic attack upon the incredibly weak Dark Lord. The man swung blindly and by some fate connected his hit with the most important part of his body, an area which Harry had forsaken in his rage.
A finger was cleaved clean off the Dark Lord.
Harry recoiled back, still on his knees, there was a moment of silence before an implosion of power ripped through his soul, his magic had suffered too much and needed escape.
Harry's conscious mind didn't last for much longer after that, his power spread out and with some divine will rushed over those solely fighting the dark.
They were all killed seconds later.
The last image that Harry Potter saw was a single Golden Band with red fiery writing etched into its surface, before his life force passed on from the world.
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Thank you to all who reviewed last chapter!
Yes another update I know. Slightly smaller than the last but still a respectable 4000 words. Anyway I hope you enjoy this part, which may be the last part of the story, it's up to you. Read the Authors note at the end of the text.
Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha
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Chapter 11: The Final Stand of the Night Elves
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Down the steep hill they flowed, faster and smoother than any substance known in any Universe.
As one they struck the enemy lines, hard and fast, an unstoppable storm with deadly effect.
At the forefront of the charge rode Bellatrix, face alight with passion and power, as she easily overcame any foe which came in her path. Her horse did a fair share of the work as well, trampling most which were low to the ground.
Her bow sang through the air once more, shots of accuracy which would make the Valar look down in pride at her skill.
Behind these riders came the Majority of the Wood elf forces, their numbers totalling one hundred and seventy thousand.
Along side these elves came the Night Elves, rushing on with no sense of self preservation, the lust for battle full within their hearts.
And lastly came masses of Dwarfs, slow in the charge they were, but no less deadly, for small throwing axes flew through the air and into the heart of the enemy ranks.
It was a sight worth remembering, and indeed it would be for ages to come.
Bella rushed forward, strong and powerful in the charge, her sword and staff swinging through the air in arcs of death, unavoidable y any in her immediate range.
By her side Eltima and Anthon fought also, not as deadly as her, but worthy of remembrance none the less.
Swinging round Bella lobbed the head off another Orc, she then butted another in the head while ducking under another blade, sweeping its feet and sticking a knife in its torso. Smiling in satisfaction she moved on, anger still palpable in her desire for redemption.
To her right she could make out the distinguishable form of Gil-Galad fighting furiously with innate elven grace, she smiled, perhaps there was hope yet.
Gil-Galad dodged a series of slashes and lunges as he fought for his life and lives of those around him. Moving swiftly to the side he put a dagger through the head of another Orc and thrust his sword deep into another's neck.
Around him he could see his comrades' fighting against the tide, stemming the flow of death on his side, for that he was immensely grateful.
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It hadn't been more than an hour after the arrival of the Night Elves when his hopes were once again thrown bitterly to the ground.
Just when they were starting to make progress against the overwhelming forces, this had to happen.
Looking up he saw them, nine in total, for that is where they got the name "the nine"
They hadn't been seen at all after the battle against the Night Elves many years ago, but here they were once more, this time on winged mounts, bred in the very heart of Mordor awaiting the time to come forth.
And come they did, swooping down with incredible speed hey crashed into his ranks with their talons, high pitched screams being emitted from the Nazgul, adding to the fear he felt.
And then the unthinkable happened, his predicament became so unbelievably unlucky that he could have cried tears of anguish.
One of the mounts landed in a clearing, rider sat powerful on his back staring at his form. He shuddered in fear as The Witch Nazgul dismounted.
He had heard stories of this enemy's incredible power and had seen him from afar in some battles, but never before had he had the beings full power directed to him, he was of course glad about that fact.
Holding up his sword in an act of silent defiance Gil-Galad cringed as the Nazgul hissed, in what might be considered a laugh, a mocking laugh to be sure.
"Come to death elf scum!" he hissed in a voice which made him cringe back in fear.
Quickly controlling his fear Gil-Galad straightened up and prepared for death to claim him.
He rushed forward a battle cry sounding from his lips as he did so. The Nazgul swung his mace, faster than even his eyes could comprehend, he was hit with the full force of the weapon, forcing him head first into the side of the Gate, and there he lied dead never to draw breath again.
There was silence in the area as people looked from The greatest of the Nine to their fallen leader, once proud and strong, now all which remained was an empty shell which was his body.
And then there was a sound, confusion became paramount in the vicinity of the disaster, and out of the ranks came Bella, a mask of hate etched into more than just her face, onto her very core, her heart.
She charged forward, throwing Orcs back as she did so, her magic spiralling in a vortex around her.
In front of the Black Gate she met the enemy, and there they fought.
From her staff there came a beam of pure magic, making others turn and gaze at its majesty and power, it hit the Witch King full in the head and propelled him back so that he landed roughly on the floor near the gate.
But he was still alive.
Sure enough he rose again from the ground, black robes billowing away from his deathly figure.
The Witch moved forward, mace swinging in deadly arcs which contained grace and power. Enemies and allies of his were smashed out the way in the advance and soon enough the two were locked in combat once more.
He swung forward at Bella's head with force; leaning back she dodged the assault and at the same moment shrugged off her cloak to reveal her shining armour.
The fell beast swung again, and this time she was ready. Lifting her sword, she parried the mace' end with a slight twist of her blade, she then launched her own assault.
Swinging forward she met the unforgiving gaze of her opponent in a harsh clash of metal; it was sword this time which he used. A long jagged sword made of a cruel deformation of steel, much like everything like the dark side used.
Thrusting forward she was knocked to the side by the powerful blade; she instantly went on the defensive as her opponent launched her sword into the air with a harsh flick of her wrist.
Her sword flew out of her hand and landed blade, in the Earth handle pointing towards the sky.
Her defence now consisted of two long daggers, intricate weapons for fast movements and quick slashes and slices.
She had mastered these weapons as she had others, and so was masterful when wielding them, this never put her on a disadvantage one bit. She only hoped she would win the fight for she didn't want to leave Harry here alone.
She fought on.
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Harry gazed on as his troops made there way through a bloody marshland.
Everywhere he looked he could see obvious signs of battle and death.
It was evidence enough that Bella had come into conflict around this area by all the dead bodies which littered the ground. He had to say that there were only a few of the ally's dead o the ground and that there had to be well over one hundred thousand dead Orcs killed.
He could only guess that they had won and then moved on, however he had little time to think on this issue anyway.
So far they had made astounding progress, covering distance which would have normally taken days in less than day, the reason for this was of course the fact that when the Wood Elves had arrived they had been equipped with horses, this made them able to travel at many times normal speed, and also conserved their strength for the battle ahead.
They were less than a day away now, he may even be able to make it to the gate before Nightfall, that was of course if they had no more delays, for it was getting to a point now that he was lusting for Battle, added to the fact that his mind ever dwelled on Bella and her health and you had a recipe for intense paranoia.
"Make for the Gate, double time!" He shouted out.
Instantly the Elves began to move at a much greater speed.
Yes, there was still hope while courage remained.
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Bella looked up wearily, blocking another potential death blow from her opponent as she did so.
Spinning gracefully despite her fatigue, she lunged forward and succeeded in slicing into the arm, through the armour, of the Nazgul.
They had been fighting furiously now for many hours and she needed rest, ever more the thoughts of lying peacefully in bed with Harry, while he lovingly stroked her hair, played through her focused mind.
She longed for his touch and to be away from this foul area, however she fought on, oblivious to the battle raging a short distance away from her.
And then the moment of opportunity came. The Witch King swung his mace once more, but this time nowhere near as smoothly or as powerfully as he once had. Taking her opportunity Bella caught the chain of the deadly mace with her dagger and wrapped the chain around the blade, ducking a strike from his sword, she thrust the dagger into the ground and then stood straight, deflecting a blow with her other dagger as she did so.
From her back she withdrew her staff which she had mostly refrained from using before now for fear of hitting her own troops.
Lifting it up in her right hand, while deflecting a series of blows with her left, she closed her eyes momentarily and let her magic guide her.
Slamming down there was a mighty explosion, and those around her died instantly in the shock of the impact. There below her staff was the broken mace of the Witch King, his most potent and feared weapon.
He let loose a shrill scream, and before she could react, his armoured fist had knocked her to the ground and his heavy boot was grinding her face into the foul earth.
Looking out from her position Bella's frantic eyes searched in vain for help...none came. She spat out as Earth made its way into her mouth, she was going to die, and she just knew it.
And then the pressure was suddenly relieved, looking up she saw a shocking sight.
Eltima and Anthon had come to her aid, desperately trying to deflect the blows which were being rained down upon them.
Fury grew within her heart as she watched Eltima cry out as a knife pierced her hand and protruded out the other side.
Picking up her fallen staff she lunged forward with her magic, letting it loose for the first time since her initial advance upon the deadly enemy.
The Witch King was hit; flying in pain through the air he was sent crashing against the side of the Gate, landing next to the fallen figure of Gil-Galad.
He never rose, but gave off slight twitches as if he was still alive.
Bella wasn't willing to take any chances.
Pulling out her bow she fitted two arrows to the string and launched them with all her might at the wounded body.
They hit true, and with a blood curdling scream the Witch King imploded, sending shock waves through the earth.
Flushed with her victory Bella continued with the fight. Eltima had received a wound, but she wasn't in a critical condition, it wasn't like they had much choice anyway.
Fully extending her power now, Bella made the earth give way in huge chunks all around the battle field, thousand's fell to their death as the earth swallowed them and then re-grew itself in front of their eyes.
Hope flared in the hearts of all those present, victory for the first time in the battle thus far was attainable.
Onwards they pushed, slaying many thousands as they went deeper into the rhythm.
Onwards they pushed, oblivious to the shadow which watched from a very close distance away.
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Harry spurred his horse on and soon enough came to another sight where battle had previously taken place, looking down from the small hill he stood atop he squinted, he could hear slight sounds coming from a distance less than a mile away.
Looking back at his force he pulled his steed into an all out gallop in the direction of the sounds, he would be damned if he wouldn't make it.
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Fear clenched at her heart as a presence which was unfamiliar swept over her, focusing she extended her senses, but instantly recoiled in shock.
He was here, that was all she could think of for over a minute.
This he wasn't a positive he either, no definitely not a positive he. She was sure of her judgement and she knew that said being was on a level miles above he own, she wouldn't even be able to put a dent in his armour, he was that powerful.
Turing she faced the Black gate which at that moment had began to emit rumbling sounds, signalling that it was opening.
Taking a breath she walked forward, to her death she knew, however she was willing to die for her new life and Kin, it was after all, all she had ever loved in her life.
From out the Gate came a single figure.
Dressed in black and carrying a mighty club he came, power hundreds of times that of her own. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, however refused to submit to her fear, here he was, Sauron, Lord of darkness, many times more powerful than Lord Voldemort could ever dream of being, and he stood before he, not as an ally, but as an enemy.
An enemy which wished for her death as quickly as it could be arranged.
Stepping forward she watched silently as he made his way forward. Those closest moved back from him, and even his own ranks made a path for him to walk through.
To the visible gap between the armies he came, silent, a predator with unknown capabilities, she stood still, resolute and determined before him.
There was a moment of silence as the Dark Lord stood before them, before he made his move.
Lashing out at the nearest unit of enemies with his club, he sent them flying across the battlefield with little to no effort; just like that he had killed fifty men.
Taking a step forward he came face to face with Bella for the first time, if you called being hidden behind a mask his face.
Lifting his club once more he let it loose on the unit she stood with. Thinking quickly she erected the most powerful shield she could around herself, for she was too drained to cover them all.
The club struck and she saw the bodies fly, however she wasn't affected. Dropping to the floor she sobbed in pain as her body tried to maintain itself with her now none existent reserves, the pain was excruciating, tem times that of the Cruciatus curse.
"Death my sweet" hissed the voice of the Dark Lord
Looking up she saw the helm of the Dark Lord above her, before her world passed in to nothingness.
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Harry rushed forward, hearing the sounds of battle had increased his desire for combat, he felt it in his heart that Bella was in trouble, yet he could do little to help her save for make with all haste to her position.
At last he made it to the summit of a large hill, and looked down upon all the death.
Hundreds of thousands of troops were separated by a line about tem people wide, and in the centre was a single figure, with a body at his feet.
It was then that a feeling of loss and despair washed over him, his eyes became damp as the reality of the situation he was observing sank into his reality.
Bella was dead; The Dark Lord had killed her.
Anger arose in Harry such he had never felt before, desire for revenge flooded him and all he could think of in that moment was the best way to kill the person who had done it.
Not bothering to wait for his forces to catch up he rushed over the peak of the slope with an inhuman cry of challenge, his magic exploded in frenzy as Orcs across the field blew up in their hundreds and thousands.
He rushed forward, still mounted on his great and faithful horse, intent on killing the Dark Lord once and for all.
He reached the monster that had stood still the entire time watching his advance with an almost calculating wariness.
At the last moment Harry flipped out of the saddle of his horse and, still in midair launched a beam of magic the size of a house at the Dark Lord.
Taking a step back Sauron dropped his club on the floor and raised his hands, the magic struck his hands and ricocheted off into the air.
Landing Harry pushed the attack as the battle once again started up around him, with the fight being moved to a great distance away from the two clashing titans.
Lifting up his hands again Harry threw two beams the same size as the previous but this time in a red colour, the Dark Lord visibly struggled to deflect them this time, but held his ground.
Rushing forward Harry released over ten arrows at the figure, all of which explode before they reached their destination.
Forsaking Magic for the time being Harry withdrew his legendary sword as he charged forth, as he did so it emitted a ringing sound.
Rushing forward he met blades with the mighty warrior for the first time ever.
He pushed off and swung around in an intricate arc, his attacks were short, quick and deadly while the Larger Dark Lord favoured slower, larger attacks.
Moving back he slashed repeatedly at the figure of evil in from of him.
Metal and metal met in a clash which would ever be remembered in middle earth.
The Dark Lord caught Harry unaware at that moment and kicked him harshly to the ground; he rolled straight back onto his feet and launched a fireball at his opponent, who absorbed it with a dark Orange shield.
Pressing the attack once more Harry struck with Power and accuracy multiple times at the Dark Lord's shield which eventually shattered.
Victory was short lived as the moment that the shield collapsed a beam of black light came from the Dark Lord, flying at him with speed even greater than the attacks of the former Witch King.
Diving gracefully to the side Harry looked around and found that those who had been near them when the duel started were now far away fighting against the enemy once more.
He paid for this moment of rest, as at that moment he was hit full in the side with deep purple light which literally reeked of evilness.
Falling to the floor Harry bit back the natural impulse to scream his lungs out at the pain.
It was in that moment that he looked at a body not a metre from his own, it was Bella, so cold but so beautiful.
And for the first time in his short time on middle Earth Harry let his full power show.
An aura of power suddenly broke free from the powerful restraints he himself had placed on it.
Putting his hands in front of his body outstretched, a ball grew in front of him. Starting about the size of a football it increased to the size of an average man in under five seconds. He was vaguely aware of the pain which raked his body in his concentration. Spells impacted upon his body causing him great damage, he fell to his knees as his right leg was severed from his body, and finally he was ready.
Crying out Harry pushed forward with his Arms, letting loose the now house sized, but immensely concentrated ball of raw power.
The ball erupted from his hands and the earth rumbled and spewed up as it passed in midair over it.
The ball travelled at a speed ungues-able and unavoidable. It hit the Dark Lord full in the chest and a blinding light filed the area for miles around. Fighting stopped as all around gazed in wonder at the phenomenon.
Harry slumped his head, as the light began to clear; he had nothing more to give after releasing enough magic to level Cahadras with ease.
Moving his eyes up he saw the unthinkable, there, in the clearing smoke the Dark Lord still lived, on his knees maybe but he was still alive, how was it possible?
It was obvious from the state of the posture of the evil being that he was in not a much better state than Harry, however he was in better shape and that was the most important part, the most unfortunate part.
It was in that moment a man charged forward from the ranks of the Men; he wore the symbol of the White tree upon his chest and was tall, although not amazingly so.
His goal was a frantic attack upon the incredibly weak Dark Lord. The man swung blindly and by some fate connected his hit with the most important part of his body, an area which Harry had forsaken in his rage.
A finger was cleaved clean off the Dark Lord.
Harry recoiled back, still on his knees, there was a moment of silence before an implosion of power ripped through his soul, his magic had suffered too much and needed escape.
Harry's conscious mind didn't last for much longer after that, his power spread out and with some divine will rushed over those solely fighting the dark.
They were all killed seconds later.
The last image that Harry Potter saw was a single Golden Band with red fiery writing etched into its surface, before his life force passed on from the world.
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