Gothmog and the orcs all turn towards the sound of the horns.

While the Riders of Rohan appear across the fields. The army of Rohan stops to face the rear of the orc army. Éowyn speaks to her fellow rider, Merry. "Courage, Merry. Courage for our friends." The blonde female spoke.

"Form ranks, you maggots! Form ranks! Pikes in front, archers behind." Gothmog spoke aloud to the Orcs. Théoden rides along the front lines of the Rohirrim. "Éomer! Take your eored down the left side." The king said, "Yes, my lord."

"Gamling, follow the King's banner down the center. Grimbold, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise! Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword-day! A red day, ere the sun rises!" Théoden said, as the Orcs prepare for the ride of the Rohirrim.

Éowyn looks over to Merry. "Whatever happens, stay with me. I will look after you." He said to the hobbit.

Théoden rides up and down the lines, rattling his sword along the row of spears. "Ride now, ride now, ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!" "Forð Eorlingas!"

Rohirrim horns sound the charge and the Rohirrim begin to move out. Théoden leads the riders in a dash towards the orc battalions. "Death!" Rohirrim yelled, "Fire!" Gorbag yelled to the Orcs, and they archers shoot down some of the riders. "Death!" The king of Rohan yells,

"Fire at will." Gorbag yells, more of the orc archers fire, but the Rohirrim soon crash through the orc lines. Éomer's group plunges into the orc reserves.

Denethor pours oil over himself and a rousing Faramir. "Set a fire in our flesh!" Soldiers, with lit torches, approach Denethor. Gandalf bursts through the mausoleum door.

"Stay this madness!" The wizard barked from walking up to the pire Denethor had builded for Faramir, who he wanted to burn alive with himself, as he thought the time of men was ending.

The guards stop doing what they are told from Denethor, but he grabs a torch. "You may triumph in the field of battle for a day, but against the power that has risen in the east, there is no victory." Denethor tosses the torch on the pyre. As the fire lights, Gandalf takes up a spear and charges Denethor, knocking him off the pyre.

Pippin leaps from Shadowfax onto the pyre and rolls Faramir down off it. A burning Denethor rises and attacks Pippin. "No! You will not take my son from me!" Shadowfax knocks Denethor onto the burning pyre. Faramir then opens his eyes and looks at his father.

"Faramir… My son." Engulfed in flames, Denethor runs out of the mausoleum.

"So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion." Said the wizard. Denethor falls from the edge of Minas Tirith.

From the distance Rash and Valerie approach Gandalf who was glad to see them. They hurried and Gandalf told them what had happend to the son of Denethor who ran off the cliff and who was about to take his life and his sons.

The knight and assassin had seen the man who was on fire running off the cliff, taking his life. A father who only thought about himself and who would take his sons life with his. A coward he was and no leader for his people to follow.

Rash and Valerie met Gandalf and Pippin, who were taking care of Faramir with the man's injuries and health.

The battle on the Pelennor Fields was turning in the Rohirrim's favor. Vast numbers of orcs laid slain across the miles wide field, and the remaining gatherings of orcs were fleeing toward the direction of Mordor. "Drive them into the river!" Theoden screamed, raising his sword in victory. The rohirrim cheered for their king & charged off the remaining orcs that were fleeing. "Make safe the city!" The king shouted, as he was about to turn his horse back to Minas Tirith. But before his eyes could turn, he noticed a great shape that was moving towards them from Mordor. His victorious grin turned into an expression of horror as he realized that these shapes were the great Mumakil, moving in a great herd of twenty. They were armored, and atop their backs, easterlings were readying their bows & arrows. A rider sat atop each great beast, adorned with tribal tattoos & hideous piercings.

The stomping of the mumakil reached Minas Tirith even from several kilometres away. Citizens were now frozen in horror at what they would now become witness to, as there was no traditional way of fighting Mumakil's because of their giant size.

The rohirrim horses were panicking from the approaching monstrosities, but the riders of Rohan were steadfast & calmed their horses. Theoden encircled his soldiers as to try to ready them. "Reform the line! Reform the line!" Theoden shouted repeatedly, and his riders & their horses obliged. The rohirrim stood in a long line, ready to charge yet again. "Sound the charge!" Theoden told Gamling at his side. Gamling blew the horn of the Rohirrim as Theoden raised his sword again. "Charge!" He yelled as the Rohirrim darted forward with their weapons held high in the sky.

"We need you for the battle, Valerie. There is hope yet for Frodo." Gandalf told the silvery haired woman, whom had grown worried about Frodo's & Sam's wellbeing. "We would have known if Sauron had the ring. Frodo is still alive." Rash said as he, towering, looked down at Valerie to his side. "And it is as Gandalf says, your power may prove to be our trumping card in the end." He ended, and looked at the sword in her hilt. He could see how a faint flame was seething from her sheath, eager to be released upon the unwitting armies of Sauron.

The Oliphaunts crush many Rohirrim, although some hit the beasts with arrows and spears. Haradrim shoot arrows down at the Rohirrim. Oliphaunts trample some of the Rohirrim.

Gamling rides under a Mûmakil, shooting arrows into it's belly. Éomer twirls his spear and hurls it at one of the Haradrim captains. The Oliphaunt staggers and falls into another Mûmakil.

Éowyn and Merry ride between the legs of the beasts, ""Take the reins. Pull it left!" The blonde give the reins to the hobbit as he did what was told, while Éowyn slices open the legs of an Oliphaunt, felling it.

"Aim for the head!" Éomer shouted. "Make for the oliphaunts!" Gamling give the order to the soilders. One of the oliphaunts is riddled with spears. "Bring it down! Bring it down! Bring it down!" Théoden shouted to his men, who're all attacing the beast and the riders.

Éowyn throws a spear that lands in a oliphaunt's leg. The wounded beast falls and knocks Éowyn and Merry off their horse. The human girl scrambles out of the way to avoid being crushed. She looks around franticly. "Merry!"

Théoden fights off Orcs, and Éowyn fights off several of them. Théoden now sees her in battle, as he looks at her with possible recognition. Merry emerges and is attacked. He fights off several Orcs, including one who picks him up. Éowyn exchanges blows with Gothmog.

Back out on plains, Théoden gathers his remaining army. "Rally to me! To me!" Théoden turns and sees a Nazgûl flying towards him. The beast grabs Théoden's horse in its teeth and throws Théoden across the ground. Éowyn watches on in horror.

The Nazgûl's mount approaches a wounded Théoden, who is pinned under his slain horse. Witch-King speaks to the fellbeast.

Then Éowyn moves between the the beast and Théoden, who laid on the ground with the horse over his lower body, crushing him. "I will kill you if you touch him." The blonde female spoke threw her clenched teeth, while The Witch-King watched the young girl, who moved in from letting the beast kill her uncle. "Do not come between the Nazgûl and his prey." The fell beast bites at Éowyn. Éowyn dodges the attack and decapitates the monster. The Witch-King dismounts.

At his full height, the Witch-King looms over Éowyn and attacks. Eventually striking Éowyn's shield with his mace, shattering it. Éowyn cries out and falls. The Witch-King opens his arms, taunting his foe.

On the other side of the city, the fleet of black ships pulls up along the Anduin River. "Late, as usual! Pirate scum! There's work that needs doing." The ships appear empty. "Come on, ya sea rats! Get out off your ships!"

Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli leap out of the ships and onto land, making for the orcs. Skully and the Orcs are amused at the small assault. "There are plenty for both of us! May the best dwarf win!" Gimli shouted as they attack, the dead army appears behind them. The dead army overruns the Orcs.

Valerie knew she most use the drake in the final battle, which is not too far from them. She is the master now over Smaug and the sword, as none but her can wield it and use it's magic. By spending time with the fire-drake, it can possibly turn her to be more selfish. Just how the dragon himself are, it can change who she are.

Smaug was growing eager in the sword. and Valerie felt it. The fire drake wanted nothing more than to be released after all those years in the dimension of souls. Now she only need time to enter the steel prison, to start on her spell for her to control and set the beast to come in form in the real reality.

"I will need some time. Can you give me that?" Valerie looked up at Gandalf, who proudly smiled to her. He turned his gaze over to the knight. "Yes we can and we will." The wizard spoke, Rash understood he cannot go with her, as she needed to do this task by herself.

Gandalf pointed over to a tower where Valerie could enter the relam of souls, and to begin her spell. She took of into a sprint to the location.

It was dark like it's always had been in the steel prison, where Smaug had been prisoned in her sword. When she enters the fire-drake stood as he watched the master of the sword. Whom had just entered the sword to visit him. Smaug knew why she was here, as he had known for quite some time her plan and spell she is making.

"How will you create me into flesh and bones again?" The slithering voice asked, it gived a long echo snapping the girl out of her thoughts from her concentration. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance by the interupt, as she looked up at the fire-drake. "I am as much eager as you are to fly." Valerie smirked, she was right. The female had grown much more eager with the years to make this spell.

"You do know to create a soul large like me into the real relam, will cost you dearly?" The dragon still couldn't shut his mouth, or to keep his ego down. But it didn't suprise Valerie, she had wield his soul by her side for over 60 years now. "It will give a scar on my soul." She knew this task would make so a part of her soul will be damaged. But she will surive it and she were not afraid of it. "Our powers are needed for this war against Sauron." Valerie spoke wisly, but the dragon thoguht she wasted her changes.

"You could use our power to fly and rule." While he said rule, Valerie thought back of the lonley mountain. Was Smaug still thinking back at the gold and to re-claim Erebor? Valerie didn't see herself as a ruler, nor did she want to return back to the lands where only loss and sorrow was left for her.

"I will never set my foot there again." For a brief moment she stared at the fire drake. "Are you sure?" The booming voice asked, she didnt have a answer to give as she didn't know herself.

Then at the moment her blade finally begun to glow an aburn color. Which she held in the hilt with a steady grip, herself and the dragon both felt the power coming from the blade and the girl.

The armies of Sauron was near, and the war begun. A loud and dangerous roar come from the darkness, the people of the city watched the sky, but saw nothing. Some thought it was a roar from Sauron's army. But this was no power from Sauron.

Chilling winds was blowing in her hair, to her side she could see the city which grew small from the far distance.

Rash ran up to the ramparts that overlook Minas Tirith. He had watched as Valerie took her seat upon a shadowy, smoky apparition that came out of one of the towers of Minas Tirith. Valerie herself had never looked more different, as her eyes burned like volcanic embers & she was swept in a dress of flames that licked against her skin. The apparition that she had taken seat upon had ignited from it's shadowy, smoky form & now burned intensely with Valerie atop it's back.

"No man can kill me!" The witch king of Angmar shrieked out, taunting Éowyn in anger, as he felt the pain of getting stabbed in the leg by a small hobbit. "I am no man." Éowyn rallied, pulling her helmet off & revealing a face yet fair, but bruised by battle. The witch king seemed appalled at first, but then realized his doom as Éowyn screamed at the top of her lungs & lunged her sword right into the black void where his face should have been. A powerful shockwave shot out from the impact point, and Eowyn had to release the hilt of her sword because of the pain.

The witch king twitched violently until his armor was the only thing that was left of him. Eowyn looked as if she would spit at the remains but turned her attention to her king, who was still lying below his horse, dying as his lower body was crushed.

Hot winds swept at Eowyn's cheek as she looked up into the sky. A feeling of dread filled her at first, as she thought she saw the doom of all living things, about to rain death from above. Like a spirit of vengeance from up above, an enormous dragon of intense flame was rushing through the winds.

"Urulóki!" Valerie shouted as she pointed at the gigantic battle below. Smaug let loose a deep bellow inside his throat, then, as he flew over the orcs & men fighting, he opened his flaming maw & heaved forth flames that completely engulfed the surrounding area below. Orcs were burnt to crisps, some to ash, as the flames were especially effective against that of darkness. The men below first ducked their heads in fear and believed just as Eowyn, that doom had come for them all. After the flames had been spread, all of the men realized that they hadn't been burned, even as the fires had covered them. Gamling looked at his arms and legs & saw them whole, then he looked to the dragon that left a trail of flames behind it. There was a rider that burned with the same violent vengeance, and it seemed that she was in control of where the cleansing flames would burn.

Eowyn realized at that moment, as she knelt beside their king, that the flames were cleansing the taint of Sauron from the world. "Pity, here at the end, i finally get to see a dragon." Theoden sputtered as he coughed up blood, he then looked at his niece. "Eowyn." He said, smiling.

At the river banks, the armies of the dead were charging the remaining orcs. Yet, there were thousands left upon the battlefield, but they chose to try to flee from the combined might of unstoppable wights and the godly wings of a dragon. Aragorn, Legolas & Gimli made their way to Eowyn's side, slaughtering the fleeing orcs on their way there.

"It seems she has finally lived up to her destiny." The white wizard uttered as he slowly walked up to Rash, who was overlooking the battle from the top of Minas Tirith. Rash pulled at his cheek, making a concerned grimace. "She has released the fury inside her heart. But i believe in her, i believe she can control it." The armored knight said as he followed the flames trailing after the dragon in the distance, watching heavy flames rain upon the orcs below. "Do you?" Gandalf asked, as he turned slightly to look at his old friend. "I.." Rash began, but lost his train of thought. The hilt of his greatsword started to glow in a faint blue hue. The great white wolf, Akandir, appeared right next to the pair of companions. "Do not worry, my love. Valerie has helped win this battle, but she has yet to save Middle-Earth. This is something you still must remember." The white wolf uttered telepathically. Rash looked at her & nodded, as did Gandalf to him.

Fire had covered the battlefeild, and the orcs who was still alive screamed in the hellfire. The soilders took their change to slaughter the fleeing orcs as the fire took most of them. The men from Rohan had the time to react what was happening as when the fire didn't burn them but only the armies of Sauron. Turning the orcs into black and bones.

Some soilders from Rohan pointed up to the sky, where the fire-drake had left. "A girl is riding the beast!" One shouted out. "How is she controlling the fire drake?" Another asked with awe, but also by fear. Humans only go mad over power, a few knew this because of the rings, which was given to the kings of men. And the tales of the fire-drake himself, are still legends, so for Valerie's bloodline. The once who wield magic, or power ends their life in madness and sorrow.

What really worried the knight of the wolf, was for her to become corrupted by her strength, and the power she now wield.

Éowyn watched as her uncle who laid in her arms, slip away into the after life. The golden blonde cried as her eyes blackened, because of her wounds and how tierd she truly was from fighting.

At the top of the Tower of Cirith Ungol, Frodo awakes. His hands are bound with a rope and his clothes have been taken from him.

Gorbag and Shagrat two orcs looked through a pile of Frodo's belongings, from when they had found him in the spider web.

Gorbag discovers the Mithril shirt, and looks at it in awe. "Hands off that shiny shirt! That's mine!" Shagrat snorted at Gorbag, who held the shirt in a tight grip while he growls at his companion. "It's going to the Great Eye! Along with everything else."

Frodo in silnce reaches out for his chest, checking for the ring which is gone he felt a panic rose within him. "I don't take orders from stinking Morgul rats!" Shagrat spat, as Gorbag grabs a sword and points it at the Uruk.

"You touch it and I'll stick this blade in your gut!" The two orcs wrestle. Gorbag is pushed down a ladder and lands in the middle of a pack or orcs. Shagrat looks down.

One of the orcs is thrown down to the ground level, where Gorbag's troops sit. Fighting breaks out all over the tower, as the orc factions attack each other.

Later, Sam enters the tower, passing some slain orcs. The hobbit climbs the stairs and sees the shadows of approaching orcs. The hobbit grunts and growls, frightening the orcs who see a large shadow of the hobbit. As Sam appears, the orcs chuckle and set on the hobbit. Sam who wield Sting, fights the orcs off by himself.

"That's for Frodo! That one's for the Shire! And that's for my old Gaffer!" He yelled in a fury, and had hoped to bring that fury out since Gollum was gone. Sam ascends the stairs, an Orc appears carrying the mithril shirt. He glances around and escapes. He runs up the tower. In the top room, Frodo struggles with his bonds. Snaga appears over him.

"Stop your squirming, you dung hill rat! I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig!" Snaga yelled as he moves to stab Frodo, but stops short as a glowing Sting appears poking through his chest. Sam appears from behind the orc. "Not if I stick you first." Sting stops glowing. Snaga drops to the floor, dead.

Frodo looks at Sam with a suprised look and felt happy to see his friend back again. "Sam! I'm so sorry! Sorry for everything." "Let's get you out of here." Frodo shook his head, "It's too late. It's over. They've taken It! Sam! They took the Ring!" The hobbit had found the ring gone, Sam then small smiled. "Begging your pardon, but they haven't." As he said this, he takes out the ring from his pocket, still on Frodo's chain necklace. "I thought I'd lost you... So I took it. Only for safekeeping."

Frodo looks at Sam then the ring, a stange look in his eyes was shown and it sceard Sam to see. "Give it to me. Give me the ring, Sam." The ring begins to speaks to him. Sam hesitates, looking confused but kne the ring was chaning his friend. "Sam! Give me the Ring."

Sam holds out the ring to Frodo, who snatches it quickly. Frodo puts the necklace back on. "You must understand, the Ring is my burden. It will destroy you, Sam." Frodo sighed. "Come on, Mister Frodo. We best find you some clothes. You can't go walking to Mordor in naught but your skin."

Two small figures in orc armor walk awkwardly out of the tower. They reach a hill overlooking Mordor. "We did it, Mister Frodo. We made it to Mordor." Frodo looks at the many orc campfires standing between him and Mount Doom. "There are so many of them. We'll never get through unseen!" Frodo said and from the top of the tower of Barad-dûr, the Eye of Sauron scans the landscape. "It's Him! The Eye!" Frodo stands transfixed, not able to move his mussels but Sam pushes him away.

"We have to go in there, Mister Frodo. There's nothing for it. Well, let's make it down the hill for starters, shall we?" Sam looked at his friend who nods. The two hobbits walk down into Mordor.

And so it was that the battle for the Pelennor Fields was won, but not without great sacrifice. A landscape of corpses stretched outside of the great white city, and the splendor of the once capital of the human race was now all but ruined.

Gandalf, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Gimli & Legolas were already inside the throne room, discussing what to do next. "Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening." The white wizard spoke. His voice sounded grim & full of doubt. Aragorn leaned against a pillar with his hands resting on his swordhilt. "If Sauron had the ring, we would know it." Aragorn said with certainty. Gandalf turned to gaze slightly at him.

"It's only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping." Gandalf said, and it looked like he was about to pace back & fro. Gimli, however, eating a large chickenleg, sat upon the throne of the steward. "Let him stay there, let him rot. Why should we care?" Gimli said lazily as he leaned back into the throne, munching. Gandalf turned his eyes to look at Gimli with a stern face.

"Because ten thousand orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom." Gandalf said with a rough voice. Gimli looked down on his club in shame.

Valerie & Rash now gave Merry & Pippin each a hug, happy to see eachother again. Then they focused their attention to the meeting. "I have sent him to his death." Gandalf uttered as he looked down into the floor, his mind fleeting. "No." Aragorn said sharply, pushing himself from leaning on the pillar. Gandalf quickly looked up at the heir of Isildur. "There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that." Aragorn said with determination. Rash & Valerie looked at eachother and refocused their attention to Aragorn. "How?" Gandalf said silently, his voice raspy.

Aragorn took a deep breath, then spoke. "Draw out Sauron' s armies - empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate." Aragorn boldly ordered. Gimli choked on his pipe & started coughing, visibly surprised by Aragorn's suggestion. Eomer stepped forth, as he had silently attended the meeting. "We cannot achieve victory from strength of arms." Eomer said with doubt, but still waiting for a reply from Aragorn. "Not for ourselves." Aragorn started, the paused. "But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves." He ended, looking at Eomer with the suggestion. Legolas quickly understood, hope filled his heart. "A diversion!" The elf said with a certain excitement.

Gandalf however, was still doubtful. "Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait." He said in a low tone, however compliant to the plan. Gimli blew smoke out of his nostrils and looked at Gandalf & the others of the fellowship. "Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?" The dwarf said, almost yelling with excitement while he threw his arms into the air.

And with that final sentence, the fellowship started to make ready for the next battle ahead.

"Valerie!" Rash said loudly as he approached Valerie from the rear. She was helping Merry & Pippin getting into their repaired battle armor. "I'm sorry boys, i just need a minute with her." The wolf knight said in a calm tone. Pippin looked up and smiled, nodding. Valerie turned to look at the knight. "What is it, my love?" She asked with a gentle voice. Rash grabbed her hand and lead her out of the room. Rash scratched his beard as his eyes wandered across the floor. "You haven't caught flees, have you?" Valerie said jokingly, smiling mischievously as she looked up at his great green eyes. "Valerie." Rash said in a sighing manner, unable to smile - even if he found her remark to be quite funny to him. "I'm not staying in the city, if that's what you're asking." She said, crossing her arms while sternly looking at him, never letting go of her gaze into his eyes. Rash seemed confused however, as he narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm not asking that of you." He said, then continued. "I would ask you to not release Smaug again, however. No matter how dire the battle might become." He said, steadfast. "Why?" Valerie asked shortly with a steadfast grimace. Rash seemed shocked at her reply and looked at her with annoyance. "Why? Do you not realize what danger he poses?" Rash asked her. "We've received help from Akandir numerous times, and that's because you are in control! Just as I am in control of Smaug!" Valerie darted back with a voice that was now loud & unrelenting.

"What are they talking about?" Pippin asked as he peeked out of the slightly open door. Merry was observing with his head below Pippin's. "I think it's about their weapons. Rash doesn't want Val to use her sword." Pippin looked down on Merry with a confused grimace. "What? That doesn't make any sense." He said questioningly. "I know, right?" Merry replied. Pippin tried pushing his head a little further, leaning with his hand on the door handle. The door creaked open & Pippin lost his balance, falling on Merry. The door was thrown open & a loud thud was heard. Rash & Valerie's conversation was cut short, and they both directed their eyes to the heap of two hobbits on the floor. "S-sorry. We didn't mean to interrupt." Pippin started, lying on his friend. "Get off, Pippin." Merry said in an annoyed voice.

Valerie looked at Rash again, not wishing to argue further. Then she turned & walked away to the doors leading outside. "Valerie." Rash said loudly, still standing on the same spot. She stopped for just a moment, but didn't turn her head to look at him. "Gin melin, Valerie." He said with a calm, slow voice, following her with his eyes. Valerie almost turned to look at him, her stale composure suddenly relaxing. Then, she sighed silently, and walked out of the large hall.

Éowyn who stayed at the House of Healing, looks out from a window. Faramir was with her and walked his way over to her. 
"The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold." Éowyn said with a sorrow tone in her voice, as Faramir stood by her side. "It's just the damp of the first spring rain." Éowyn turns around to face Faramir.
 "I do not believe this darkness will endure." He held her hand in his, as she give him a small, but warm smile.

Aragorn leads the army from Minas Tirith. With Gandalf who rides with Pippin, Valerie herself, Rash walks by foot, Legolas, Gimli and Eomer, who rides with Merry.

Within Mordor, an orc dispatches orders. "To the gate, you slugs! Move out! To the gate!" Frodo and Sam look over the plains of Gorgoroth. Orcs hors blow as the army moves from their path.
 "Look, the Orcs! They're moving off. You see, Mister Frodo, some luck at last." Sam said, as the orcs march towards Frodo and Sam. The hobbits huddle behind a rock.

”Move it, you slug!” The orc captain yelled.
"Come on! Faster! Come along you scum! I'll whip you down to the bone, you." The Orcs begin to pass by the hobbits. 
"Come on! What have I told you? Now move it!" The Orc Captain spies the hobbits from hiding. "Get up! Come on, you slugs!" The captain whips Sam and Frodo by their shoulders, throwing them into the line.


"You two are going straight to the front line! Now, move it! Go on! Fall in! Move it! Move it! Move it!" Frodo and Sam join the orc column. "To the Gates, you slugs! Now move it!" The sea of orcs head toward the Black Gate. 
 ”Don't you know we're at war?" The orc captain asked with an annoyed tone.

Frodo and Sam continue shuffline along with the orc army. "Company Halt! Inspection!" The orcs all stopped, but Frodo has trouble standing from the ring, but Sam helped him. He sees the Ring's chain cutting into Frodo's neck. While a brutal-looking orc sergeant looks around. 

”Oh, no.” Sam whispered. ”What do I do? What do we do?" He asked Frodo, who had a plan. 
”Hit me!” He said, Sam looked confused to hear him say that. 

”What?” 
 "Hit me Sam! Start fighting!" Frodo said to Sam who then shoves Frodo away from him, yelling. 
"Get off of me!" This grabbed the orcs attention.



"Nobody pushes me, you filthy maggot!" Sam hits Frodo, and the brutal-looking orc looked at them as he walked up to the hobbits. The orc Captain walks in as he tries to stop them from fighting. 
 "Break it up! Break it up." The captain said to the hobbit's who were pretending to fight. 
"Oy! I'll have your guts if you don't shut this rabble down!" The brutal-looking orc shouted over to the captain orc. Now a few of the orcs circle around them, shoving each other while watching them fight. The brutal-looking and the captain orcs were stopped by the crowd.

Now it was the time for Frodo and Sam to leave. While the orcs was occupied with arguing. 
"Go, Sam. Now!"
Sam and Frodo sneak out of the orc troop, and into a tent. The brutal-looking orc looks around for them, but he gived up. "Argh. Move along scum!" The orc shouted to the others, to keep moving. "Back in the line! You maggots! Back into the line, you slugs!"

While they didn't see, Frodo and Sam had escaped. The hobbit's walked slowly across Mordor in their orc armor. Frodo fell to the ground and laid panting, holding a hand over the ring.


"I can't.. I can't manage the Ring, Sam. It's.. it's such a weight to carry. It.. such a weight." 

Sam felt sorrow to see his friend in so much pain, but he points toward Mount Doom. "We're going that way. Straight as we can. There's no point in carrying anything we're not sure to need." 
The hobbits throw off their Orc armor into a fissure.

Sam and Frodo are resting at night. Sam sees a glimmer of stars in the night sky. ”Frodo, look! There is light, and beauty up there, that no Shadow can touch." Frodo was unconscious and doesn't respond.

The Fellowship comes within sight of the Black Gate. 
Aragorn's troops reach the Black Gate, unopposed.

The hobbits have stopped to rest, Frodo tries to drink some water but there is none left. Sam then hands his canteen to Frodo. 
"Take mine, there's a few drops left." Frodo empties the last supply of water. 

 "There'll be none left for the return journey." Frodo said and did not know if the two would ever see the Shire again. 
"I don't think there will be a return journey, Mister Frodo."

Aragorn's troops reach the Black Gate, unopposed.

Then the Eye of Sauron scans the area where Sam and Frodo are. It desperately are looking towards the vicinity of the hobbits. 
"Frodo! Get down! Hide!" Sam shouted over to his friend as Frodo falls to the ground, hidden from view, the Eye searches their location.


Aragorn and his men stand at the Black Gate, which appears to be deserted.
 "Where are they?" Pippin asked, Aragorn spurs his horse towards the gate. He is followed by Éomer, Gandalf, Rash, Valerie, Legolas and Gimli.

Valerie thought back to the conversation she had with Rash. She did not understand however, why he didn't want her to use Smaug in the final battle. Valerie knew that Smaug was no longer a threat to Middle Earth, nor should they. She is in control of the fire-drake, much as Rash are control over the wolf Akandir. And she thought there was nothing for Rash to be worried about.

While thinking, she felt her sword grew much warmer from her hilt. She glanced down to the blade where she had her hand resting on it. Then Smaug reminds her - she was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

Aragorn addresses the large gates. 
"Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!" The gate creaks open.

Slowly, the gates open until a portion of the other side can be seen. The rustling of armor is audible & a marching chant reverberates through the mountains & plains around the gates.

But out from the sliver of an opening comes not an orc ,or a troll, but a rider with black robes upon a black horse. The rider's head is concealed by a large, towering helmet, and only his grotesque mouth is left bare for the fellowship to look upon. "My master Sauron the Great bids thee welcome." The mouth speaks in a dark & cruel voice. The rider's head snaps from Aragorn to that of his friends, seemingly observing them one by one.

Aragorn reels back slowly & makes a grimace, clearly disgusted by the being that sat upon the black horse. Merry & Pippin look at eachother worryingly, realizing that they've finally come face to face with an avatar to Sauron. "Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?" The mouth spoke, spitting black blood as he did. The sharp, jagged teeth of his was proving most unsightly for Gandalf to look at.

"We do not come to treat with Sauron, faithless and accursed. Tell your master this. The armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return." The white wizard spoke with a tone of confidence & anger, almost as if he spoke to Sauron himself. Rash was impressed with the way Gandalf handled the creature, and he could see the hate that the wizard felt for the dark lord & his dark armies. Gandalf's sentence was almost spiteful in a way and was something that Valerie noticed too. Gandalf was clearly furious.

"Aha! Old Greybeard! I have a token I was bidden to show thee." The mouth spat & what remains of his lips pulled up into what looked like a wicked smile, showing the sharp teeth in full. The rider pulled out a small chainmail, and one could quickly observe that it was made of mithril.

Pippin & Merry were taken aback by this, as they saw the mithril vest dangling in the black metal grasp of the rider. "Frodo!" Pippin shouted in despair, realizing what this must mean. "Silence!" Gandalf ordered, turning to glare at Pippin. "No!" Merry pleaded loudly, his voice cracking in the process. The dark rider looked excitedly at the hobbits, the wicked smile of his turning wider - revealing even more horrifying teeth. He tossed the mithril chainmail to Gandalf, who caught it mid-air.

Valerie grabbed Pippin's shoulder, trying to calm him and herself. She sought the eyes of her love that stood a few meters from her. Rash could feel her longing gaze, and he turned his head to look at her. He saw her grasping for her hilt, as the fiery hatred inside her heart started to reveal itself. He stared firmly into her eyes & shook his head, signaling for her to stay calm. It was hard for her, as she closed her eyes slowly and tried to focus on not to explode with anger.

"The Halfling was dear to thee I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who would've thought one so small could endure so much pain? And he did Gandalf, he did." The mouth of Sauron said with a wicked certainty. Gandalf's eyes started to water when he looked at the mithril vest, as he became worried that it might be true, that Frodo & Sam had surely been killed. Aragorn strode upon his horse, and it started trotting towards the dark rider in silence.

"And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a King than a broken Elvish blade." The mouth spitefully said. Aragorn however, ignored him completely & pulled Andúril from it's sheath. In one fell sweep, the blade beheaded the dark rider. "I guess that concludes negotiations." Gimli said silently, watching the black robed body hit the ground. "I do not believe it. I will not!" Aragorn shouted to his fellowship and the army of men behind them.

Right at that moment, the gates started to creak open even more, revealing the hundreds of thousands of orcs behind. It looked like a sea of monstrous beings that were marching for the doom of men.

"Pull back! Pull back!" Aragorn shouted repeatedly. Rash clapped Valerie's horse on it's buttocks, signaling for it to move back to the army. As they retreated with the fellowship, Rash grabbed Valerie's hand with his. She could feel the warmth of his touch reaching her, and it became easier to focus on controlling her anger.

Frodo and Sam had to stop and rest. Frodo tries to drink some water, but there is none left in his canteen. Sam had some left of his and hands his canteen to Frodo.

"Take mine, there's a few drops left." Frodo give Sam a slight smile as he empties the last supply of water.

"There'll be none left for the return journey." Frodo said as he looked at Sam. "I don't think there will be a return journey, Mister Frodo." Sam sadly said.

The hobbits stagger across the plains. The Eye of Sauron scans the area, looking towards the vicinity of the hobbits.

"Frodo! Get down! Hide!" Sam yelled aloud, hiding as he spoke. Frodo falls to the ground, hidden from view, the Eye searches their location. "Frodo!"

On the plains, Sam notices the Eye has turned away. Something, or someone have grabbed it's attention.

It's gone, Mister Frodo. The light's passed on, away towards the North. Something's drawn its gaze." Sam helps Frodo up to his feet, as the hobbit continue on their way to Mount Doom.

"Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me." Aragorn shouted to the army of men, while he ride on his horseback his sword out drawn pointing up to the sky. "A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day."

He continued. "An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight!" "By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"

The soldiers draw swords out from their hilts. As so did the fellowship.

Sam and Frodo start climbing Mount Doom.

The orc masses begin to encircle the army of men. Aragorn and his company have dismounted for some reason, and are not using bows.

The hobbits scale the slopes of Mount Doom.

Frodo looks up at the fiery peak above, as he falls to the ground. The hobbit crawls a short distance and collapses.

Back at the Black Gate, the army prepares for battle. The Orcs greatly outnumber the men.

"Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an elf." Gimli said with a slight chuckle. Legolas smirked at him with an humorous look. "What about side by side with a friend?" The elf smiled. "Aye, I could do that." The dwarf uttered nodding.

On the Mountain of Fire, Sam crawls up to Frodo and takes him in his arms.

"Do you remember the Shire, Frodo? It'll be spring soon, and the Orchards will be in blossom." Sam asked, as he missed their home. "And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket and they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields."

Frodo opens his eyes and stares blindly at Sam. "And eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?"

"No, Sam, I can't recall the taste of food." Frodo shook his head,

"Nor the sound of water. Or the touch of grass. I'm naked in the dark. There's nothing... no veil.. between me and the wheel of fire! I can see him with my waking eyes!"

"Then let us be rid of it, once and for all! Come on, Mister Frodo. I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you! Come on!" Sam lifts Frodo over his back, as he staggers up the mountainside with Frodo on his shoulders.

At the Black Gate, the Eye calls out.

"Aragorn...Elessar..." Aragorn appears momentarily tempted by the voice of Sauron.

He turns back to address Gandalf. The wizard holding Frodo's shirt, looks questionably at Aragorn.

"For Frodo." Waving his sword, Aragorn runs towards the orcs, letting out an battle cry.

The rest of the army following him. Gandalf glanced at Valerie, nodding as he did. Mentioned her to summon the fire-drake to their final battle.

Valerie give the wizard a slight smirk, as she too pulled her sword out. She held the hilt as she was looking at the blade. There she saw the dragon's face, reflexing like a mirrow. Looking at her, giving a slight nod.

Valerie then felt the warm winds starting to blew pass and around where she stood. As the blade in her hand begun to shine in a bright auburn color.

She summons The fire-drake from the blade, as he stood next to his master who climbed upon his spine. He stretched out his large wings, while letting loose a roar as the dragon jumped with great froce and flew in up into the night sky.

Rash look was concerned, as he had his eyes on her.
However he knew that he couldn't stop her from taking a part to fight in the battle, with the power of Smaug.

The wolf knight felt how his own blade started to shine the bright blue light from the hilt. It was the Great Wolf, Akandir. Who was communicating with her master. Trying to free him from his worries, as she too wanted him to release her.

A loud and dangerous roar was coming from in the night sky. Some of the orcs looked up into the sky. The orcs were frightened to see the burning beast, with it's rider upon it's back who also where in flames.

Then the cry of men was heard, the orcs sprinted foward as soon their blades clenched against each other. The war has just begun.