47 Because I am Arthas Menethil
Arthas's sword collided with Sauron's weapon; Arthas's momentum was too great, he and Sauron both shot off toward Mordor and out of the battlefield.
They landed in the middle of the land, the ashes of mount doom above their sight. The land was cracked and dead, black with lava in some places. A grim land was the land of Mordor...
The dead army in the front broke the formation of the orcs as they prepared to defend but nothing hit them. The orcs became confused as the army passed through them and in the confusion, the real army arrived.
Their formation broke easily due to this plan laid out by Aragorn. The elves fired arrows on the black sea of orcs soldiers. The warriors reached each other and the slaughter began.
The kings slaughtered any orc on their way as they approached the Nazgul. The Nazgul descended upon them and their battle began.
The paladins were like the tip of the spear, they tore through the enemy army and began their fight with the Balrogs; Valentin and Bard leading them.
Arthas and Sauron exchanged one blow after another, the land beneath them crumbled as the sky raged. The dark lord seemed to be equal to Arthas in power... Sauron constantly shapeshifted as the two fought.
Above the battlefield, Blood rained down as one of the dragons was crushed by Ancalagon. He ruled the skies as the dragons ganged upon him and yet he cared not for they were simply too small.
And yet still, one dragon tore his wing...
The Dragons danced in the sky as one fell after another. Fire and blood, and maybe terror of mortals was their legacy...
The heavens turned a deep red and orange due to dragon fire and blood. The shadow of their forms turning night into day and day into night on the field.
Blood flowed like a river as whether it be man, elf, dwarf, Trolls, orcs or even dragons died on the land...
Ancalagon fell on a mountain as one of his wings was torn, the mountain crumbled down as the dragons attacked him and in one move, he swallowed three...
The lands of Mordor shook as if an earthquake had arrived, the clouds converged as Arthas and Sauron battled.
The battle of the two destroyed the earth beneath and tore apart the clouds above. Mount doom trembled as if ready to erupt.
Arthas retreated as he raised his hands and a small sun appeared in his palm, The sun grew bigger and bigger and eventually grow to become as big as a mountain peak.
He let out a battle cry as he controlled the sun. It descended upon Sauron like a falling star. The light of the sun lit up the world as it reached Sauron. The attack illuminated the entire field of the war...
Darkness surrounded Sauron as a black hole appeared around him and began consuming the light. However, the light was too much, the small sun exploded and its light blinded the world.
Many mountains surroundings Mordor cracked and crumbled due to the shockwave, a crater of ginormous size had replaced the orc camps in the middle of the land.
This last attack was the straw as mount doom erupted in fury, lava rained from the sky, ash and smoke filled the world; Its heat distorting the air.
Saron was near the crater, his armor had broken down in many places, the dark lord seemed to be in a bad shape.
Arthas suddenly appeared behind the dark lord, Frostmourne in his hand sliced for the latter's hand. Sauron jumped away and dodged the attack, his hand thrust forward as a great shockwave was created and hit Arthas, blowing him away.
"It's useless, With this ring, I am invincible!" roared the dark lord in the black tongue as he ran toward Arthas, weapon in tow.
Arthas contrary to the situation, smirked, "Then I just have to sever that ring from your arm." he said in the black tongue. Their weapon's collided and the shockwave created a small crater below them.
Their faces were inches apart, their arms in a contest of strength as their weapons holding each other at bay in their hands. Sauron's eyes held evil as he gazed at Arthas's glowing ones. "I underestimated your race before, it won't happen again."
Arthas's armor had a crack in various places, his face was slightly dirty and yet it did not obstruct him. A trail of blood ran on the side of his face originating from the top of his head. Sauron's body emitted intense heat and thus it burnt him slightly and yet the burns healed as fast as they appeared.
Arthas simply ignored him and wings of holy fire appeared behind him and flapped toward Sauron. The dark lord had no choice but to jump and retreat as the ground he was standing on caught on fire and melted.
As Sauron wanted to land far away, a ray of light descended upon him. He summoned darkness and shielded himself. Another explosion rocked the land and another crater was created, however, Sauron seemed unharmed from the attack...
Arthas stopped his onslaught of attacks and stood still, his eyes searching for weaknesses as he created a strategy to beat the dark lord.
Sauron used the time to recover his power and to buy more time, he began talking, "Why do you oppose me? You carry more evil in your hands than I could ever hope to be. We should be allies as it is our destiny to rule the world.".
Their conversation was in the black tongue, Arthas had learned it due to curiosity a few decades back.
Arthas decided to answer as he built up power, "What you say might be true, however, in my eyes you don't deserve to be the king of the world. A king must have sympathy and I see none in you; A king with no sympathy is an evil tyrant or emotionless doll, A king with too much empathy is a servant to his subjects; A true King is one of balance. I see no balance in you, only evil and a lust for power and domination. look at what you have done to Mordor as the king. You don't deserve it.".
Sauron sneered, "And who are you to judge me? I used to be a Maia of Aule and I became the lieutenant of Morgoth; I caused the end of Numenor and forged the rings, I am the Lord of the rings and I shall bring order to this world according to my will. You end shall be my first step...".
Arthas smiled in confidence as a tornado of light surrounded him, he was preparing to use the most powerful attack he had created after decades of research, "I can judge you because I am Arthas Menethil; I will end you because I am Arthas Menethil. What shall come upon you is... The Judgement of the light.".
A storm of fire and darkness surrounded Sauron as the dark lord prepared to attack with all his power. The land around him melted and the air burned.
Arthas gradually grew too bright to be seen as the sun in the sky; His surroundings were incinerated due to the terrifying heat he summoned with the light.
Arthas muttered the words unconsciously, "Light of the end, Light of the beginning, there is light in the darkness, there is light in everything. There was light at the birth of the universe...".
He felt connected to a greater force, the force seemed to have heard him and his power grew exponentially even if for a mere moment. "Primum Lucem, Percutite Eum." (Primordial/First Light, Stike/Smite him.)
A Light Ray with indescribable colors gently illuminated the entire Mordor and beyond. The rays only appeared for a moment and disappeared instantly after. Arthas gasped in exhaustion and turned around calmly, not looking behind him as if assured of the outcome. All the light faded from the surroundings and Mordor returned to normal. The one Ring and Sauron were gone just like that.
Behind him, The clouds had parted, the land had parted, the air had parted, even the ocean beyond had parted; It was as if a sword had sliced a part of the world off. As far as the eye could see, it continued on all the while getting bigger and bigger. Several mountains and a lot of lands were missing on the way... A deep abyss had replaced them. The light had vaporized everything in its path...
Arthas seemed like an insignificant ant compared to the new scar on the face of the world. It seemed cartographers of middle-earth had to remake the map of the world...
[https://pasteboard.co/Jt9FYNp.jpg (Look at the destruction of the last attack here)]
Water flowed from the ocean and slowly filled the newly formed abyss. Arthas began to slowly walk but he staggered and fell. He was too tired...
On the other side, Ancalagon had slaughtered all the dragons. The army of Mordor had completely been destroyed. The Nazgul were vanquished as Sauron fell and The Balrogs were slain by the paladins, however, all the paladins had died except Valentin and Bard who had grave injuries. The warriors let out battle cries of joy and victory.
The forces of light had emerged victorious. Just as everything seemed to go fine...
The Eyes on Frostmourne Shone sinisterly...
Arthas's eyes opened but they were cold, they shone with sinister blue light, his sclera was pitch black. A bizarre and evil smile appeared on his face as he slowly levitated to stand.
Varda in her Areth form appeared near him and looked at Arthas with anger. "It was you all along, Melkor..."
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