Chapter XXV: Sauron's End
Gorthaur sneered as he saw the dragon lay motionless on the ground. He looked at Gandalf and laughed wickedly seeing the shocked expression on his face. Even the rest of the Fellowship were stunned that Gorthaur had used a spell that defeated a wolf and a dragon so easily. Aragorn ran up to the dragon, putting a hand on its scales, hoping it would respond to his touch. When the dragon didn't wake, he looked at Gorthaur with a angry glare.
"You've killed Pippin!" Gandalf yelled.
"Relax, I've only knocked the dragon unconscious, as I did with the wolf. They'll wake in a few minutes. Meanwhile, it looks like we've won. Your army is nearly dead, and the animals that you have are out cold. Let's face it, you don't have a chance of defeating Sauron and I. One way or another, we will defeat you and rule Middle-Earth!"
"You won't get away with this, Gorthaur. We will kill Sauron, and then this war will be over."
Gorthaur laughed maniacally. "You fools; you are outnumbered! There is no way in hell that you will kill my master."
Aragorn drew his sword and stood in a fighting pose. "Let us have a duel, then. Sauron will fight me, and no other. We fight to the death."
"I accept," Sauron told him. He drew his mace and faced Aragorn. "Do not worry, Gorthaur; I will defeat him. I may be weak, but I can still fight. Now, let us see what you're made of!"
The two charged, swinging their swords at each other. Sauron brought his sword down, aiming at Aragorn's head but Aragorn blocked it. The two ended up in deadlock before Aragorn suddenly ducked, swinging his sword at Sauron's legs. The Dark Lord rolled to the ground in order to avoid the blow. He got up and suddenly vanished, appearing behind Aragorn's back. Aragorn turned but felt a heavy blow as Sauron kicked him the the back, causing him to fall to the ground. Sauron raised his sword, poised at Aragorn's back.
"And so it ends," Sauron said with a sneer. "The King of Minas Tirith finally dies by my hand. Goodbye, Isildir's heir."
He brought the sword down when Aragorn rolled around, causing the sword to land in the dirt. Sauron growled and whirled around, swinging his sword with a mighty blow. Aragorn did not expect this and raised his arm to parry, but it was too late. Sauron's sword cut down his chest, cleaving through the skin. Aragorn yelled in pain but kept fighting.
"You are persistent, aren't you?" The Dark Lord said as he parried Aragorn's blows. "Give up, Aragorn. Soon, you will die and Middle-earth shall belong to Gorthaur and I."
"I think not," Aragorn replied, continuing to parry against Sauron's blade. He swung his sword, slicing it on Sauron's arm. The Dark Lord yelled and dropped the sword, holding his arm in pain. Sauron smiled and dodged the sword blows, picking his sword off the ground and slamming it against Aragorn's. The two stared at each other for a minute, their swords pressing against each other.
"You will not win," Sauron said. He pushed Aragorn to the ground and held his sword against Aragorn's throat. "Any last words?"
Aragorn pushed himself to his feet, elbowing Sauron in the gut. Sauron doubled over but recovered. When he got up, however, Aragorn had circled around and plunged his sword into Sauron's back. The Dark Lord's eyes grew wide in surprise and fear. He struggled to speak for a moment, and then fell to the ground dead.
"NO!" Gorthaur yelled. He snarled in anger and lifted his staff. It glowed brightly then suddenly stopped. He looked at it in shock. "What is this? My magic no longer works! Why is this happening?"
"Sauron is dead," Gandalf told him. "That means that Mordor is being destroyed, and you will be free from his control."
Gorthaur watched in horror as the land of Mordor shook violently. Mount Doom erupted, sending lava spewing out in all directions. The tower of Barad-Dur crumbled to the ground, and the Nazgul, along with Sauron's evil minions, vanished instantly. Gorthaur clutched his head in pain and screamed. His eyes flashed from red to blue and his cloak and staff disappeared. A white light shone from him and when it was gone, a hobbit stood in his place.
Frodo had finally been freed.