Opening her eyes, Luthien awoke to find herself laying down in dirt. Her face was bruised, sprouting bloody scars and cuts. Her clothes were torn, leaving her naked.

Behind her an explosion erupted, causing a dark shadow to become visible to her.

Finally snapping out of the trance preventing her from getting, she quickly got up, getting to her hooves.

Turning around on the spot, she saw many things she did not know what was, different beings clad in different armor charged towards each other. Blades clashed, shields banged, and loud howls, screams, grunts, growls, and snarls all filled the air.

There were those that wore golden armor and proper armor. While the opposing warriors were clad in iron/steel armor with swords, spears, and shields that almost looked cheaply forged, but they proved that they were more than capable of holding off the charging gold-clad Equines. Impaling quite a number of them on the sharp points of their pikes.

All around her, there was nothing but the death and carnage brought on by the intense battles both sides were waging. None of this contributed to helping her cope with being in the middle of a great battle, doing quite the opposite in fact.

It was very easy for her to choose the direction in which to run.

As the two factions fought between themselves, dust started getting kicked up off the ground, obstructing her more and more from the eyes of the rage that surrounded her on all sides.

She did not know where she was running, but surely anywhere must have been better than here. The ground she ran on was dead, scorched, unlike anything she had ever felt.

Suddenly, out from the surrounding walls of dust two Equines jumped out from behind it. They were struggling with each other, and one was missing its helmet. Stopping in place, she gazed down paralyzed towards the two of them. But suddenly, unprovoked, the one that still had its helmet, and was fighting much fiercely than the other, with great speed, thrust its jaw, and bit over the throat of its opponent. With blood dripping from its mussel, its head turned, looking out…at her.

Quickly getting to its hooves, it started to run towards her. With a chocked stutter, she started to back away, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until it was lost from her behind a thick veil of dust from the continuous fighting that was taking place all around her.

Directing her eyes down, all she could see were rapidly forming pools of blood. In its reflection, she was only reminded of the terrors that she was trying to elude. Clenching her eyes shut, she started galloping faster, exhausting herself much more than anyone should.

Finally feeling fully sapped of energy, she collapsed completely.

Letting out a wheezing panting, she tried to move from her spot to try and get to safety, but unlike Unicorns who had a little extra stamina in moments like this she was completely drained.

Before she could give up, however, rescue did seem to come.

She was suddenly lifted up off the ground, and put on top of someone’s back, she was still partially out cold, but the only thing she did manage to be made aware of was that she was now on the move again.

After that, everything went cold.

-

Back a small settlement, a hilltop village, at it’s very top stood a central structure, the Citadel, itself.

Inside the Citadel, a small gathering of three figures stood gathered around a table in front of a central throne.

With a turn of their heads, they looked back and forth, exchanging glances.

The eldest of them lowered his head, exhaling a deep sigh, as his face frowned.

‘’You have done a foolish thing, my lad.’’ His son turned, looking directly past his sibling towards his father.

Turning her head, his sister looked back towards him.

‘’You completely gave up our position in order to save…save her!’’

‘’Are you trying to tell me I should not act on what I feel is right?’’ The son asked both his sister and father.

Lowering his head again, though letting a deeper sigh, his face frowned in repressed frustration.

‘’That is not what either I nor your sister is trying to tell you…’’ He looked up, staring into his son’s face, ‘’there are bad things in the world, and some that we do indeed wish we could alter…’’ His eyes narrowed, looking back at the throne, ‘’but some decisions must be abandoned, and even though you thought it up…do not carry it out.’’ With a turn of his body, he faced away from the throne and his children, and instead trotted on away from them back down along the hall.

‘’That throne will never see the Queen’s return, should you continue to act with such folly.’’ Both siblings watched him as he walked away from them, disappearing off to another corner of their great house.

Turning her head, his sister looked right into his face with an angry frown upon it. She shook her head bitterly.

‘’If you keep this up, father will die for your stupidity.’’ She stood up, and trotted away to accompany their father.

Watching her as she disappeared into the light from the door, a sad frown all but occupied his face.

Turning his head, he continued to frown.

(Transition to him standing in a room, in front of a bed in which the mysterious Mare he rescued from the battlefield is laying)

Watching the Mare in front of him sleep, he could not help but smile a slight smile on his sad face.

‘’Maybe father is right, maybe I was wrong to save you.’’ He lowered his head, looking down. ‘’Gondor has fallen, Minas Tirith has been sacked, and soon the Dark Lord armies will be marching upon our lands now that he has been made aware of our existence.’’ He looks up, gaze returning upon her, watching her sleep in her bed. ‘’Once we were many, strong to repel the evil that now spreads from Mordor, it’s dark was not as strong back then, it was weak, and would only send minimal resistance to contend with us…’’ He raised his head, turning to the side, seeing a tapestry of a warrior on the ground, and a tall, bipedal creature swinging a terrible War mace towards it. ‘’But now, evil is returned, and it will only grow stronger.’’

‘’The fires will spread…’’ He whispered to himself. He turned back, looking back upon her.

‘’That is what will happen if we allow Mordor to take our city.’’ His voice containing a lot more warmth in it. ‘’Once the capital of Rohan falls…all of these lands will fall into darkness and doubt, never to know kindness, generosity, and laughter ever again…’’

‘’It is foretold that a Mare with the Ring of the Hallows would come, she would free us from the despair of Mordor’s evil.’’ His hoof started moving down towards his hilt, grabbing at his sword. ‘’Now whether you’re here or not,’’ He drew his sword, holding its tip out towards her, ‘’I swear that whither by life or death I will protect you till my last breath.’’ With his hooves he turned it around, touching the tip against the floor, and bowing his head to her.

‘’The fate of Middle-Earth will depend on it.’’
Outside the giant wooden structure, a village is tending to its daily occupations…

Far in the horizon, tall, dark mountains rise high into the air, dark clouds lingering in the sky above the dreaded peaks.

Atop a dark-steeled structure, an Orc raises a horn up and blows into it. A loud and terrible sound sounds from it. Loud, rusted creaking soon replaces it, as the tall shapes begins to move out, forming a wider and wider gap. A bright light shines on the ground.

Once open enough, first one, then two, then three…then nine, twenty, and fifty rowed lines of dark, heavily armored Orcs started marching out of the dark gate. However, standing on the plains that the Morannon overlooks, is a large army of golden clad warriors. Led at the front by Queen Celestia, herself.

The army of Orc is halted, it’s soldiers turning to exchange confused glances.

Short, bearded Ponies, shorter still, haired-hooved Ponies, blonde, long-maned Ponies, as well as normal Earth Ponies, all greeting the dark army that was just leaving through Mordor’s gates. Each of the races that stand there on this day, all have their own crowned, and armored Kings, all ready to confront this evil, once and for all.

Out from the army, a lone figure steps forward.

Suddenly, the sunlight breaks through the dark clouds, above, shining its light down upon the army of Middle-Earth’s last real army that hopes of standing a chance to contest Mordor’s armies.

With a stern glare, Celestia looks down upon the giant form of black awaiting them. She gently inhales, equally as calmly exhaling it.

She draws forth her sword, extending her hoof to hold it out.

With a drop of her jaw, and an inaudible war cry sounds. The army begins to charge down the hill, all of the races crying out in one voice ‘’For Middle-Earth!’’ The ground behind being riffled dust that is blown off the ground in their charge.

Spears are raised, shields drawn, and blades made ready to strike.

Seconds before the army impacts the Orc legion, a fiery light moves up. Falling upon Celestia.

With great speed, the world begins to fade, as it speeds fast though the air towards the foundations of a massive fortress. Once reached, it is pulled upwards. Not stopping until the top is reached, and all that once surrounded it was gone, being replaced by the flames of a fiery eye, whose pupil is slit!

‘’You cannot hide!’’ A voice begins speaking in her head. ‘’I see you!’’ The flames exploded outwards, shooting out to engulf her, surrounding everything in fire!

Luthien eyes shot open, and she quickly sat upright, panting heavily. Her eyes wide with shock and astonishment at what she had witnessed.

Quickly, Beren shot awake, as well. However, unlike Luthien he was not quite so…worked up over it.

He turned towards her, bringing a hoof up behind her back to comfort her.

‘’Luthien, what is it!? Is something wrong?’’ He asked with concern.

Still panting rather heavily, though having calmed down a little, she turned her head towards him, a scared, but also saddened frown remaining on her face as she looked into his.

Her eyes looked off to the side. Then back at him, her mouth closing as she looked back into his anticipating eyes.

She shook her head, and laid her head back down on the gentle mound of grass.

‘’Nothing,’’ she said, ‘’just a dream.’’

Looking down at the Mare, he just kept a blank expression. His head looked off to the side, deep in thought, before he gently exhaled, and put his head back down against his make-shift leaf pillow.

Behind his back, Luthien’s eyes were wide open as she just could not help but think about what she had seen and experienced.

Hidden from her sight, a fiery writing on the ring faded away, returning to its normal state.