Boom~
As Gandalf swung his magic wand, the entire ground in front of him was upheaved, and an entire squad of strong Orcs was slain by him.
Wielding a wand in one hand and a sword in the other, Gandalf fought like a Berserker possessed by a Celestial God, cutting down foes without equal.
Feeling a slight change within himself, Gandalf also became somewhat contemplative.
"Is this what it means to be the Chosen One... Not too shabby."
He looked around; by then, the Rohan cavalry had already spread out to finish off the fallen. The battle at Arrodes had been a complete success...
...
Moments later, atop the Tower of Orthanc, Gandalf stood before a pile of flesh and remnants.
A sadness also appeared in his eyes.
From the fragments of clothing nearby, he recognized that the tragically dead man was none other than Lord Celeborn, who was also an old friend.
