Seeking aid

"I require your aid." Aragorn said with all seriousness.

"I see, what is it you need?" Gandalf questioned.

"You recognize this sword, correct?" Elessar asked as he unsheathed Anduril and presented it to Gandalf.

Gandalf's eyes widened, seeing the once broken sword of Elendil reforged into this man's weapon.

"How did you receive that weapon?" Gandalf replaced his gentleness with seriousness, as he knows who Aragorn is and he is yet to reach his coming of age.

Gandalf had been keeping an eye on Aragorn through Elrond, though he had not yet met him in particular.

"I am Elessar, birthname Estel. Heir of Isildur and son of Arathorn II, leader of the Dunedain." Aragorn said, expecting Gandalf to not believe him right away.

"I see..." Gandalf said as he stroked his wizard beard.

"But that is not the priority for now, Sauron has returned to Mordor and he's attacking Minas Ithil at this moment. The Nazgul are not just former kings of men, but henchmen of Sauron as well." Estel informed, knowing they may be able to convince the steward of Gondor due to Gandalf being a member of the White Council.

"Very well then, let us go and inform steward Turgon of this matter and he may be able to send aid to Minas Ithil." Gandalf said as he motioned towards the upper city to the tower with his staff.

They were walking towards the right stairs up to the upper city while having a conversation during this time.

"I know of a child with a similar backstory of yours. He is barely not of age, and is in the care of the lord of Rivendell." Gandalf said, essentially questioning him of why he claimed to be Aragorn.

"Would you believe me if I said I had come from the future? A time of when Sauron was vanquished, and the age of Men begin?" Elessar said, not truly sure of gaining Gandalf's trust.

"There would be no other explanation, the shards are still withheld within Rivendell and I very much doubt my friend would give them to one who doesn't have the birthright to it." He smiled while looking towards Aragorn.

Elessar was somewhat surprised for Gandalf to believe him this quickly, but a wise man of thousands of years old would know when one is truthfully answering or lying.

"Middle-Earth may once again be brought to the brink of war, once we inform lord Turgon of Sauron then I will arrange a meeting with the White Council." Gandalf said to Aragorn.

They had finally arrived towards the stairs of the citadel.

"Let us go now, lord Turgon should be in the throne room right now." Gandalf said, as he stepped onto the stairs and ascended to them.

Aragorn did the same, as they reached the top and saw several Citadel guards on the edges of the city.

They walked towards the entrance as the Citadel guards on opposite ends of the gate pushed it open for them to enter.

The two walked inside as they saw many statues on both sides of the throne room, an old man sat on a throne near the end.

"Hail Turgon, son of Turin, lord and Steward of Gondor. I bring tiddings... and an important Man of Gondor." Gandalf said, in the formalities required.

"What is it that requires my attention?" Turgon asked simply.

"The fortress of Minas Ithil is under siege by the Dark Lord's orcs, it is soon to fall if nothing is done." Gandalf continued with seriousness showing in his face.

"Sauron has returned?! And during Gondor's weakened times! This is terrible, we may not be able to hold long until Rohan answers our call." Turgon shouted with eyes widening.

"Fret not, for Sauron has only just returned and has yet to manage to build his former force of the Second age. This man here may be able to turn the tides however." Gandalf calmed Turgon as he motioned his hand towards Aragorn.

"I may not be able to turn the tides, but I can at the very least motivate our men to fight at their fullest." Elessar said, declining Gandalf's surety of him stopping Sauron.

"And who might you be, Man of Gondor?" Turgon turned towards him as he finally calmed down, though somewhat desperate.

"I am Aragorn, birth name Estel. Leader of the Dunedain and son of Arathorn, the heir of Isildur." He said as he did a knight pose, which he pulled out his sword and pointed it to the ground with both hands.

"The son of the King? Might this be true, Wizard?" Turgon questioned unsurely, pretenders were common in attempt to gain the throne but with no evidence to back it up.

"Indeed, he holds the former shards of Narsil. Now reforged and named into Anduril, the flame of the west." Gandalf nodded and confirmed.

"The king has returned." Aragorn said, as he sheathed Anduril once again on his waist.

Turgon then just stood up from his seat as he motioned his arms towards the throne.

"This throne rightfully belongs to the king, not the Steward and so as the heir, then you are the true lord of Gondor." He said.

"The time to sit on the throne is not now, Minas Ithil requires aid and we must deliver. As your king, relay the message of the return of the king and prepare a battalion of Knights. I will join them in rescuing the Men of Minas Ithil." Aragorn said as he went to where he would receive his crown and then left with Gandalf to prepare.

"As you command, my king." He nodded as he ordered for a messenger to send the news across Gondor, not just Minas Tirith.

"The time to vanquish Sauron once again is at hand." Elessar muttered while wearing his crown and his armor.

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In the forests of Lothlorien...

Elven archers were currently raining down arrows on an orc party consisting of nine orcs, some had already fallen after being hit in their heads.

"Where are those alba globs (Elf filth) !? Come out you cowards!" An orc shouted out to the forest before he got shot in the head.

The rest followed soon after as elves appeared from the vegetation holding bows.

"Have they been eliminated?" An elf said, which appeared to be the leader of the scouting party.

"Yes, sir. They have all been shot in their heads." An elf archer reported until they hear a groan in the distance.

The elves heard it as they prepared to check on the groan.

They saw an orc walking around weirdly with some parts of his body rotting and bloody.

An archer just shot it in the head as they checked it.

"What happened to this-" He was cut off as the orc suddenly woke up again and bit his leg.

"GAH!" The archer said as he held his bleeding leg, with his eyes watering and his leg bleeding profusely.

"Damn it, let's return back to camp." The leader said until they heard innumerable amount of groans all around them, it showed numerous amounts of orcs with parts of their body rotting.

"One of you, return to camp while we stall them. Report to Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel of these strange enemies." He said as an elf prepared.

"We'll clear a path for you to go through, make sure to avoid these orcs as we do not know of what they do." The leader said as the elf nodded.

They shot orcs blocking the way to Lothlorien in quick motion, "Now!" The leader shouted as the elf ran for life.

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Meanwhile in East Emnet of Rohan....

A town was in bustling right now in business as some soldiers were guarding it.

A strange man suddenly turned up while groaning on the outskirts of the town.

A rohan soldier suddenly put a hand on him and asked, "Are you alright?"

The strange man then looked at him

"Huh-" He was cut off.

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In Anorien, to the north of Minas Tirith....

A soldier party had encountered a large amount of orc corpses in the roads, they checked it on what caused it.

"Hey, brún carc (Old Fang) take a look at this." A gondorian soldier said while pointing at a corpse.

"What?" He asked as he looked at him.

The orcs suddenly groaned and rose up which surrounded them.

"What the hell!? They were playing dead?!" A gondorian soldier loudly questioned as they unsheathed their swords and shields while they pointed them at the enemies.

"Come here then orcs! We'll make that act true!" A soldier taunted.

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In East Osgiliath....

An orc was being bombarded by arrows and would keep rising up again and again.

"What is up with this one?" An archer said while shooting at the orc.

"We should report this to the captain, this is worrying..." Another Anorien archer said as he told a rookie soldier to deliver the news to the captain.

After a few more seconds, the orc was legit filled with arrows, top to bottom and fell down.

"That took a while, those guys are gonna be a pain." He said.

"Hopefully we can find a faster way to kill them." An archer said.

"Yeah." He agreed and continued to shoot arrows at some approaching orcs.