Well...
HERE IT IS!
The Return of the King Re-Written!
I'm almost certain this will be the longest one.
ALMOST.
Anyways...
Disclaimer: I only own my OCs.
Aragorn, Théoden, Éomer, Gandalf, Legolas, Gimli, Jane, and Ana were approaching Isengard. Jane thought she heard some familiar voices talking.
"I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon."
"Mmm, Green Dragon!"
"A mug of ale in my hand, putting my feet up, after a hard day's work."
"Only, you've never done a hard days work."
They laughed.
"You've never done a hard day's work?! In New York, we ALWAYS did a hard day's work!"
They laughed again.
Jane turned to Ana, smiling.
They came to a clearing. Merry, Pippin, Cecelia, and Emerald were sitting on a rock, feasting. Merry and Pippin were smoking.
"JANE! ANA!" Cecelia and Emerald jumped up, dropping their food and ale on the ground. They surprised Jane and Ana so much, they both fell off their horses.
"Ouch..." Jane mumbled, realizing she'd landed on her left hip. "That hurt..."
Legolas helped her back onto his horse.
"Welcome, my Lords and Ladies, to Isengard!" Merry stood up.
"You young rascals! A merry hung you've led us on and now we find you feasting and... and smoking!" Gimli shouted.
"Smoking..." Cecelia mumbled, turning to Merry and Pippin. Pippin threw his pipe away before Cecelia could see it. Cecelia took Merry's pipe and threw it into the water. She lightly slapped him in the face.
"I TOLD you two NOT TO SMOKE!" She growled. The others laughed.
"We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good!" Pippin said, as if Cecelia had done nothing.
"Salted pork..."
"Hobbits." Gandalf mumbled.
"We're under orders from Treebeard who's taken over management of Isengard." Merry informed them.
...
"Hoooom... Young Master Gandalf! I'm glad you've come." Treebeard boomed. Jane thought she was going to fall off Legolas' horse, again.
"Wood and water, stock and stone I can master, but there's a wizard to manage here. Locked in his tower." Treebeard informed them.
"Show yourself." Aragorn muttered, looking at the tower.
"Be careful. Even in defeat, Saruman is dangerous." Gandalf told them.
"No, we need him alive. We need him to talk..." Gandalf mumbled.
"You have fought many wars and slain many men Théoden King and made peace afterwards. Can we not take counsel together as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?" Saruman stood at the very top of his tower, looking down at all of them.
"We shall have peace." Théoden started. Cecelia felt like kicking this guy off his horse, even if he is a king. Who would make peace with someone right after they tried to kill you? "We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace when the lives of the soliders whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg are ravenged! When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows... We shall have peace!" He finished.
Cecelia smiled. He was NOT going to make peace with Saruman.
"Gibbets and crows! Dotard! What do you want Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess... The key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the key of Baradur itself? Along with the crowns of the seven Kings and the rods of the five Wizards!?" Saruman asked, angrily.
"Your treachery has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk. But you could save them Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's counsel." Gandalf replied.
"So you have come here for information. I have some for you." He held up a glass ball. The palatir. "Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the Great Eye has seen it! Even now he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon. You are all going to die! But you know this, dont' you Gandalf? You cannot think that this Ranger from the north will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor? This exile, crept from the shadows will ever be crowned king? Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those who are closest to him... Those he profeses to love! Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the Halfling before you sent him to his doom? That path you have set him on can only lead to death." He said. Emerald clenched her fists.
"I've heard enough! Shoot him! Stick an arrow in his gob!" Gimli told Legolas from Éomer's horse. Legolas began to reach for an arrow.
"No! Come down, Saruman, and your life will be spared!" Gandalf instructed
"Save your pity and your mercy! I have no use for it!" He directed a bolt of fire at Gandalf, and it hit him. Emerald and Cecelia squeaked, covering their faces when the fire hit. But the fire died away and Gandalf stood there, looking fine.
"Saruman, your staff is broken!" Ganfalf informed him. As if on cue, Saruman's staff burst into pieces. He glared down at Gandalf.
They saw Wormtongue appear, guilt written clearly across his face. "Grima!" Théoden called. "You need not follow him! You were not always as you are now. You were once a man of Rohan! Come down!"
Grima looked like he was about go come down, but Saruman stopped him. "A man of Rohan?" He scoffed. "What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs? The victory at Helms Deep does not belong to you Theoden Horse Master! You are a lesser son of greater sires!"
Théoden looked offended. But he ignored him. "Grima! Come down! Be free of him!"
"Free? He will never be free!"
"No." Wormtongue shook his head.
"Get down cur!" Saruman slapped him to the ground.
"Saruman! You were deep in the enemy's counsel. Tell us what you know!" Gandalf ordered.
"You withdraw your guard, and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. I will not be held prisoner here!" Saruman yelled. Just then Wormtongue appeared and stabbed him twice in the back. Legolas fired an arrow at Wormtongue, who fell back, dead. Saruman, however, stumbled backwards, and fell off his tower, landing on a spiky wheel.
"Oh god..." Jane turned away. Ana, Cecelia, and Emerald looked disgusted.
"Send word to all our allies and to every corner of Middle Earth that still stands free. The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike." Gandalf instructed.
The wheel turned and Saruman sank into the water. Pippin saw something drop from his sleeve and into the water.
"The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees. Wild trees." Treebeard boomed. Ana jumped. She'd forgotten about him.
Pippin jumped into the water. "Pippin!" Aragorn called after him.
Pippin picked up the plantir. "Bless my bark!" Treebeard gasped when he saw it.
"Peregrin Took! I'll take that my lad! Quickly now!" Gandalf held out his hands. Pippin slowly walked over and placed the palantir in Gandalf's hands. Pippin jumped back on Brego with Aragorn, and they began to ride back to Rohan.
Meanwhile...
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up sleepies! We must go, yes, we must go at once!" Gollum hissed.
"Ugh..." Lea mumbled, sitting up.
"Haven't you had any sleep, Mr. Frodo?" Sam questioned. Frodo shook his head. Sam mumbled something to himself.
"It must be getting late." He pointed out.
"No, it isn't. It isn't midday yet. The days are growing darker." Frodo told him.
"Come on! Must go! No time!" Gollum hissed, crawling over.
"Not before Mr. Frodo's had something to eat!" Sam replied.
"No time to lose silly!"
"Would you rather have Frodo starve or not?" Lea growled. Gollum didn't reply.
Sam reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of lembas. "Here" He said.
"What about you?" Frodo looked at Sam and Lea.
"Oh no, I'm not hungry. Leastways not for lembas bread." Sam said.
"Sam!"
"Oh alright. But we don't have that much left. We have to be careful or we're going to run out. You go ahead and eat that Mr. Frodo."
Frodo looked at Lea. "Lea?" He asked.
"No. Serioisly, I don't deserve it." She mumbled.
"Of course you do! Here, take this." Sam handed her a piece of lembas. She sighed.
"No, Sam. 'M not hungry. I'll be OK."
"Come hobbitses, very close now. Very close to Mordor. No safe places here. Hurry." Gollum hissed. Lea sighed.
"Very close to our deaths." She muttered. Neither Frodo nor Sam heard her.
So...
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