The battle barged on; many were slew and wounded. Sauron's army looked like it was winning; far, many men had fallen. Gandalf had a grim look on his face. He watched as the men of Rohirrim slew down many orcs and Easterlings and vise versa. Then he got an idea or more of a memory. He reached for something around his neck, a purple stone formed as an eye. "What's that?" Pippin asked as he peeked over at the object his friend held in his hand. "This, young Peregrin Took is an eyestone, given to me by whom will be our savior in this battle," Gandalf said as he turned his heel and marched into the halls of Minas Tirith. 

Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli had just arrived with the army of the dead and were fighting the army of Mordor when a wave of power blew everyone over heels. The sky lightened up, and a loud rumbling shook the ground,  making Sauron's tower shake. The army of Mordor looked up at the sky in fear and confusion. Then, a searing light shot down on the military as the sky opened. The bright sunlight blinded the army temporarily; then, a roar tore the clouds as they made way for something enormous. The sound of wings and growls seeped over the field. Gandalf and Pippin sprang out on the balcony at Minas Tirith's height and watched the sky. 

"what's going on?" Gimli said, but none answered, for they were all either shook by fear or by amusement as a giant winged beast landed on the field, right in front of the army of Mordor. The beast attracted the Nazgûls flying steeds, but as soon s the beast sent them a bloody chilling glare, the fell beast shrieked of fear and threw off their masters and fled. But they did not come long before a spear of flames pierced them. 

Now all the armies who were on the field were sacred. Sauron screeched in anger, and so did the Ringwraiths. The beast turned its giant head against the ghouls and sent them an icy glare. Then it talked, a deep, rumbling but yet soft tone. "The nine kings of greed, the kings who should be dead but fell under the curse of the ring. The lapdogs to the dark lord. They will burn together with their master and all other evil creatures on this field." as the beast finished its words, a new spear of flame slung against the ghouls, but they dodged it and scre3hed once more. 

The vast answered with its angered roar as it flew at them, angrily wing beat knocking anyone who stood for near. "who is that?" Aragorn asked Gandalf as they finally had come upon the balcony. Gandalf was smiling as he pointed out the beast who was on top of the Nazgúls, prying at their armors, crushing them.

A sudden scream of agony shot thru the field as the Wich king scrambled together. The other wraiths lay already strewn around the beast's feet. Now the beast turned its icy blue eyes towards the army of Mordor. "Burn!" It hisses as it spat out the flame on the military. It immediately engulfed them, and they burned to ash.

"Where is Gandalf the white?" The beats hissed at the army of the dead. "He's up there," the king of the dead said as he pointed to Minas Tirith. The winged beast turned around and flew to where the remaining fellowship stood. Søk it landed in front of Gandalf, a smile on its scaly lips. "Good to see you, old friend," it said while it lowered its head.

Gandalf mirrors its action. "It's good to see you took, but we still have an eye to break," he said, referring to Saurons eye, who looked fraction around at the lasts of his army who were either burned or had filed. The winged beats smirked as it sat off towards the tower.

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