Chapter 6:

Harry stared proudly at his new subjects. The vampires had made the city become live. The city was now brimming with vampires, all with weapons on them.

Harry turned to the chief vampire; his name was Salazar. He had smiled ironically when he had found out.

"When will the hunters be going out?" asked Harry.

Turning to him, Salazar replied, "The hunters have just gone up. I expect them to return in a few days."

The hunters were a special group of vampires who went out every month to gather humans for feeding.

Every time, they returned with approximately ten thousand humans. For the last month, four thousand humans had died, and the breeding season wasn't for another two months.

Harry accepted the fact that some people would classify keeping humans for food and breeding them was barbaric and cruel, but Harry had long shed any kind of morals and only thought of survival and self-preservation. He had in his best interests to keep the two million vampires living in his city happy.

Turning around, he walked to his throne. He was in his tower, which he had built with the help of the vampires. Now, the tower was the main point of the city, starting from the middle of the palace, going up as high as the solid Ice roof.

He was in the highest room; the throne room. Harry had thought, just for entertainment, to make the throne room the highest part of the tower, thus making anyone coming up uncomfortable, and it also provided a safety measure against assassins. Vampires could easily reach the room, with their incredible strength and endurance.

Taking a seat, he sighed comfortably; life was good.

In a few years, he would have complete control over the Ice and the surrounding land. In the future, Harry looked to have his kingdom a major player in Middle Earth's dominion.

The battle at the Gates of Mordor:

Harry raised his sword, slaying the orc who had worked up the courage to approach him. He was standing on a rocky hill, overlooking the battle, surrounded by dead orcs and his vampires.

Turning to Salazar, who had remained by his side since that day in his city, which the people of Middle Earth called the Blood City, he said, "Tell the generals to move back to the rocks over there," pointing to a valley surrounding by low rocky hills. "Send in the reserve army to lay in ambush, they should fall upon them like vultures upon dead meat!"

With a glare to the fighting armies below, he blocked an arrow from one of the goblin archers. Raising his hand, he brought it down in a dramatic gesture. The goblin clutched at it throat and exploded, taking a number of orcs and humans with it.

Smirking, he settled down to command his armies from his advantageous position. Occasionally, he raised his hand or his sword to destroy the orc who had managed to climb to the top of the mountain.

He was waiting for Sauron to emerge from his fortress. Then he would act.

He saw the armies of the elves fall upon the back of the orcs pursuing the retreating vampires.

A second later his eyes were subject to a massacre of the largest orc army of the battle. The reserve army had fallen upon the orcs at the best moment, and the elves had taken the opportunity to destroy as many of the orcs as possible.

His eyes turned back to the main battle, where the Witch-King of Angmar was directing his armies. Gil-Galad was directing his armies through Elrond. Elendil was fighting side by side with his sons.

Suddenly, he saw the Witch-King back up on his horse, turning to the Black Tower.

Understanding the gesture, he started giving out orders.

"Salazar, tell the generals to enforce the humans. Separate two armies and move them to the gate. Another army is to attack the back of the orcs. I want all armies to listen for the signal."

Then, he stepped of the hill and with a screech, from a voice obviously not human; he grew black wings out of his back.

Gliding over the top of the armies, he shot spells at any Ring Wraith that even came close to him.

As he saw Sauron step out of the gates of the Black Tower, he raised his head and screeched in an inhuman voice. All the humans and orcs clutched their ears, trying to drown out the noise. Some elves fell to the ground bleeding from their ears; others just clutched their ears and fell to the ground shaking their heads pitifully.

The vampires shivered and then went on to do as Salazar had commanded them.

Harry stopped screeching and glided down to the ground. He faced the Black Tower and Sauron had already fallen upon the commanders of the Elvin and human armies.

Harry saw him kill Gil-Galad, throw aside Elrond, shove away Elendil. He saw him kill Elendil and saw the son of Elendil kill Sauron.

Snarling as he saw that the son of Elendil had taken the Ring of Power, he turned to Salazar, "Go to Elrond and tell him to destroy the Ring. The son of Elendil must not have the Ring with him. It will corrupt him. Sauron lives in that Ring!"

Salazar bowed his head and spun around on the spot, rapidly disappearing from view.

Shaking his head at the idiocy of humans, he turned to his other messengers and started giving out orders.

In Rivendell:

Harry said, "Master Elrond, I apologize if I am rude, but I have to comment on your complete failure to destroy the Ring of Power! I gave you a command, as the King of the North, and you completely managed to destroy any chance of its fulfillment! Now the son of Elendil is safe in his city at Gondor and the Ring of Power is in his hand! Now, thanks to your incompetence, the Dark Lord Sauron will be back! Now, find a way to fix this mess or you will always be plagued with the thought that you were the one who allowed Sauron to come back and have another chance at dominating this world!"

Elrond was sitting quietly in his chair, listening to Harry yell at him. Harry snarled and slammed a sword into the desk in Elrond's study. "Look at that sword and learn from it!" said Harry quietly.

Turning around, he stormed from Elrond's study. Giving out his commands to his assistants as he walked out of the house, he looked around at the elves around him. They were all either crying for a dead family member or remembering the glories of their earlier years.

Shaking his head, Harry mounted his horse. This horse was a special breed, made to withstand extremely harsh climates and could outrun a Ring Wraith. Harry had made this horse himself, making a few tweaks. He had given the horse an ability to communicate with him, and this was the first horse of its kind, making it the top dog of its species.

With a few mental words with the horse, he was off, with his horse covering 10 meters per second. Leaving behind his assistants, he slowed down and roamed the forests. About a mile away from the entrance to the Ice, he saw a small hill, off the distance. Curiously, he turned his horse that way. He had never seen that hill before. Arriving at the hill, he urged his horse up the slope. At the peak, he looked down and gasped.