Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and LEGO "The Lord of the Rings". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Warner Brothers. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.
Inspiration for Fanfic: Disney World's Hollywood Studios show, "Dance Off with the Star Wars Stars".
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In LEGO Mordor, Frodo and Sam ascended Mount Doom, with no idea how things would turn out. Frodo was so spent, thanks to the One Ring, enough that he smashed walls and rocks to dust. Frodo looked at his pale claws in confusion. Wait. He could smash rocks when he was physically spent? What? And what was that? A dance off between the Orcs?
"Sam, come here," Frodo said in a weakened voice, poking his head out from behind a rock.
"I don't know what's going on, but this needs to stop! HA!" Sam brandished his sword, charging at the Orcs, only to have LEGO Sauron toss him off to the side.
"NOOO! SAAAM!" Frodo rushed towards Sam, gulping as the Dark Lord laughed maniacally at them.
"This is MY Dance Off! And YOU TWO are interrupting it!" Sauron said, wickedly.
"Dance Off?" Frodo asked, confused.
"Yes, my Dance Off! This is Mordor, my homeland, and YOU are interrupting things," Sauron said with great pride.
"Ooh! I love dance offs!" Gollum said, shimmying this way and that.
Sauron shook his head. "I'll show you a Dance Off!" He hopped forward, twerking in disdain and fury. He pointed to Gollum to show off his moves.
Gollum flitted a fish around, enjoying this.
Frodo shook his head, telling Sam in a whisper, "Come on." He snuck off with Sam into Mount Doom, right as Sauron and Gollum performed some various dance moves with a record player.
"Now, Mr. Frodo! Destroy the Ring!" Sam said, grabbing Frodo before he fell off the ledge.
Frodo looked at the Ring, finding it wouldn't leave his pale clawed hand. He shook his pale clawed hand several times, until Gollum grabbed the Ring, falling off the ledge and into the lava with great surprise.
Frodo sighed in relief, pity on his face towards Gollum. He ran with Sam outside of Mount Doom, right as the volcano exploded. Oh no! This was not good!
"Huh? NOOOO—" Sauron exploded.
Frodo looked up, as the Eagles flew in, taking Sam and he away from Mordor. In his relief, Frodo passed out, waking up in the Fields of Cormallen, washed and changed into some new clothes. He looked at Sam, who was also washed and changed into some fresh, new clothes. He sighed in relief, settling down on his bed.
The Quest was over! Now they could relax… for a while, at least.
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Thanks for reading. :)