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☕︎ 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 ☕︎

*Voiceover = Bold & Italics

*Elvish (if I can't translate it) = Italics

*Flashbacks = Underline

*Mindlink = Bold

*Dwarvish = Bold & Underline

| 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩.𝐨.𝐯 |

The fighting in Osgiliath is fierce. But many men are being slaughtered. Faramir runs through an archway and Madril shouts his name. He moves out of the way and archers kill the many Orcs that are running after him. "We can't hold them. The city is lost."Madril said.

"Tell the men to break cover. We ride for Minas Tirith."Faramir told him. Men continue to be slaughtered. Suddenly a dreadful screech was heard. "Nazgul."Damrod says under his breath. The Nazgul fly over them. "Fall back! Fall back to Minas Tirith!"Faramir shouts to his men.

As they fall back, Madril is badly injured and falls to the floor. "Fall back!"Faramir shouts as the Nazgul harasses the soldiers from above. "Retreat! Retreat!"He continues to shout. "Run for your lives!"A soldier shouts. As Madril lies injured, Gothmog and an Orc stand looking down at him.

Gothmog takes a lance from the Orc and kills Madril with it. "The age of Men is over. The time of the Orc has come."Gothmog announced as the soldiers try to retreat over the plain to Minas Tirith. The Nazgul harass them from the air. "Take cover!"A soldier shouts.

"Take cover, my lord!"Another soldier shouts as he gets swooped up by a fellbeast. The Nazgul swoops down and their beasts take soldiers in their claws, fly up with them and drop them to their deaths. "It's coming!"A third soldier shouts.

A lone white figure gallops out from the city towards the men. "It's Mithrandir."A soldier in Minas Tirith said. "It's The White Rider!"Another soldier exclaims. Gandalf gallops towards the stricken men as the Nazgul continue to harass and carry them.

Gandalf sends forth a bright light from his staff, which drives off the Nazgul. He joins the soldiers and they all gallop back to Minas Tirith together. The massive gates crank open. "Pull!"A soldier shouts. The doors open to admit the galloping soldiers with Gandalf.

"Mithrandir."Faramir calls for Gandalf. Gandalf turns to face him with Pippin sitting in front of him on Shadowfax. "They broke through our defenses. They've taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river."Faramir told him.

"It is as the Lord Denethor predicted. Long has he foreseen this doom."Irolas said. "Foreseen and done nothing."Gandalf told him in agitation. Faramir sees Pippin and stares at him curiously. "Faramir? This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path."Gandalf said in a knowing tone.

"No."Faramir said as he shakes his head. "You've seen Frodo and Sam?"Pippin asked as he looks at him with a smile. Faramir nods. "Where? When?"Gandalf asked urgently. "In Ithilien. Not two days ago. Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale."Faramir told him.

Gandalf looks horrified. "And then the pass of Cirith Ungol."Gandalf says in realization. Faramir nods. "What does that mean? What's wrong?"Pippin asked and looks at Gandalf. "Faramir, tell me everything. Tell me all you know."Gandalf said.

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Denethor is angry. "This is how you would serve your city? You would risk its utter ruin?"Denethor questioned his only son now. "I did what I judged to be right."Faramir told him.

"What you judged to be right. You sent the Ring of Power into Mordor in the hands of a witless halfling! It should have been brought back to the Citadel to be kept safe. Hidden. Dark and deep in the vaults...not to be used."Denethor rants as his eyelids flicker unnaturally.