I know I promised I would have this finished by Christmas... but I got a little busy. But what can you expect around Christmas time right. Just so you know there are 1-2 chapters left of the story itself and then there will be an epilogue. And to go with my personality I will be doing something very evil. I know alot of you are asking who the hell that White Wolf is, well you will find out in the next chapter. I wanna see if you can take a guess.... Hint it is not Kagome.
Frodo stood up, his feet still slightly shaken, but he stabbed quickly. Kirara looked towards Same and Frodo. She bowed to Sam. He nodded. Facing Frodo, he held up the ring. "I was not sure if you were going to be held captive, Mr. Frodo," he placed it in his hand. "Kirara came and saved you, I think it time I gave this back." Frodo looked at his friend and then to Kirara, who smiled. Placing the chain once again around his neck.
"We must leave now," Kirara said as she stepped away from the two. Surrounded again in flames, now stood the massive cat that Sam saw once before. Kneeling down, she let the two onto her back. Cautiously she looked around outside the cave, before she started a flat run across the volcanic fields. She hoped they would be unseen.
Unbeknown to the trio a white wolf watched as they ran off into the distance, making haste on their destination.
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Morning saw high and close to the noon hour, yet the battle for Gondor was going ill for those who sought life. Many of their warriors have fallen, but few have been demons. Theoden looked around. "Rally to me! To Me!" he called out from his standing position. Slowly he turned towards south, and barely managed to escape the talons of a fell beast reaching out for him. But he did not escape unharmed; it managed to rip away a chunk of his leg.
On the ground, unable to move, the fell beast turned around and one could barely hear the voice. "Feast off his human flesh," it chilled the air around it.
Merry watched as his companion ran before the King of Rohan, sword poised to protect and kill. "I will kill you if you touch him," he yelled out in challenge.
Merry could now see who was there. The Witch King of Angmar. "Do not come between the Nazgul and his prey," he hissed as his fel beast came down for the kill. Managing to step out of the way, he brought his sword down and sliced the creatures head off. Crashing into the ground, the beast dead. The Witch King, uncurled the chain of his mace and brought it up to attack the warrior standing before him and Theoden.
The warrior braced himself on the ground, yet was still thrown down at the weight of the mace. Keeping the shield up to protect himself, the shield splintered at the weight and broke. Rolling away from the finishing blow, the Witch King turned to Theoden. "You are a fool, warrior," he hissed. "No man can slay the Lord of the Nazgul!" Bringing his chain and mace up. "Now watch as I kill your King."
Not thinking straight, Mery ran forward and stabbed the wraith through the knee. Not sparing a single second, and to protect his king. The warrior ran forward and stabs the Witch King through the other leg. As the Witch King knelt before the warrior, he removed his helm. Merry's eyes widdened when he saw Eoqyn. "I am no man," she said as she stabbed the Witch King through the helm, before swinging around and beheading the Witch King.
Panting, Eowyn looked towards her Uncle, Merry with her for comfort. Dieing from his wounds. She knelt beside him, tears forming in her eyes. "I know your face," his hand reached out and brushed away a fallen strand of hair. "Eowyn. My eyes darken."
Ewoyn did not want to hear that, freely fallen are her tears. "No. No, I am going to save you," she spoke raspily. Thinking of anything that could save him.
"You already did," he smiled. "Eoywn, my body is broken. The Fell Beast had poison on his claws. You have to let me go. I go to my fathers in whose mighty company I shall not now fell ashamed. Eowyn..."
'Tis not yet time for you King of Riders,' an ancient voice spoke to him. Looking over he saw a White Wolf with blue eyes looking over him and Eowyn.
Eowyn seeing the wolf, took up her sword. "Stay away, he is no ones meal," she prepared to attack.
'Live King of Riders, for there is but one more task in your life that you must complete,' the voice spoke again. Surrounding him in a pinkish light, Theoden could feel the poison burned from his body and his wounds slowly heal. After that was finished, the White Wolf turned and left. Disappearing into the fighting.
Theoden sat up. Eowyn turned and saw him fully healed. "How is this possible?" he asked. Neither had an answer for that question.
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Down at the Anduin River, a ship came into port. The Orc Leader approached it before it opened to him. "Late as usual, Pirate scum," the orc said as the door slowly opened. "There's work that needs doing. Come on, you sea rats! Get out off your ship." Finally getting a good look inside he saw no one. Till he saw a human, an elf and a dwarf. "Who.."
Before he could finish, Aragorn chopped off his head. "There are plenty for both of us!" Gimli gestured to Legolas. "May the best man win!" With that the three charged and a sea of green undead came following after. Death was all that the orcs at the Anduin River found.
Meanwhile, Balrog turned to the elephant riders. "I can not believe I was pulled out of my crib for this shit," he sighed as he slashed at one of the giant creatures. "Whose idea was it to make them this big?"
He turned to his side as Legolas and Gimli were fighting close to him. "15, 16," Legolas counted as he shot two. This caused the demon to chuckle.
"17," Gimli said as he was then surrounded by 11 more. Smiling the demon placed fire on the dwarfs weapon that would not melt it. Swinging the axe around, Gimli's eyes widened as the flames cut them in half without touching them. "29," he said, then looking up towards the demon, tilting his head in thanks.
"Legolas," Aragorn pointed towards the Oliphaunt that was about the ram Balrog. Moving quickly, Legolas grabbed a rope and then swung around killing all those in his path. "33, 34, 35," he counted off as he killed the reign master. Several shots into the Oliphaunt's head. It crashed to the ground head.
"It still only counts as one!" Gimli yelled at the elf; which caused Balrog to roar in laughter. It did not take long after that, as the undead quickly made short work of the remaining forces.
Surrounded by a sea of death, the King of the Dead approached Aragorn, who had Sesshomaru and his companions close by. "Release us," he demanded.
Gimli looke don in horror. "Bad idea. Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead," he chuckled at the last part.
The King glared at Gimli. "You gave us your word," he hissed.
"And a King always keeps his word," Sesshomaru said coldly.
Aragorn nodded. "I hold your oath fulfilled," he bowed. "Go, be at peace." And with that the souls of the undead finally found peace.
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"How much further, Kirara?" Frodo asked at the speeds they were going.
'It will be another full day at this speed,' she said in his head. 'Night is falling and I wish not to be out during it. We will rest up ahead.'
Not speaking another word, Frodo nodded. They were alot further that they would be if they were walking.
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In the Council Room of Minas Tirith. The remainder of the Fellowship, The Council of Demons, The Leaders of Rohan and Faramir discussed their next plan of action. "I can not see anything of Frodo, he has passed far beyond my sight," Gandalf said looking grim. "The darkness is deepening."
"If Sauron has the Ring we would know it," Aragorn mentioned. "He may already have Kagome, but she is staying strong against him. But for how long we can not be certain."
"Kagome is strong, she has lived fifteen thousand years, five thousand of those years were spent amoungst us to strength her for whatever dangers that were to come upon her in guardianship of the Shikon," Sesshomaru sighed. "I wish she was not as foolish to go there, by herself."
"It's only a matter of time," Gandalf looked towards Mordor. "Sauron has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping. Who knows how much longer Kagome can last against the treatment of this vile monster."
"Let him stay there," Gimli gruffed. "Let him rot! Why should we care?"
"Ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom," Gandalf looked down. Blaming himself now. "I've sent him to his death."
Aragorn thought through a plan. It was dangerous, but could work. "No, there is still hope for Frodo," he looked around at those with him. "He needs time, and safe passage across the Planis of Gorgoroth. We can give him that."
"How do you propsose we do that, King of Man?" Kouga looked at him unsure of this human.
"Draw out Sauron's armies," he suggested. "Empty his lands. WE gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate."
"We can not achieve victory through strength of arms," Eomer grunted.
"Not for ourselves, but we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed on us," Aragorn smiled. "Keep him blind to all else that moves."
"A diversion?" Legolas raised his brow.
"Naraku is not that stupid, he would suspect a trap," Sesshomaru crossed his arms. "If he does then he has gotten much stupider in his years."
"Certainty of death," Gimli pondered. "Check. Small chance of success. Check."
Balrog smirked. He titled his helm back a bit. "What are we waiting for?" he grined, his sharp canines coming over his lip.