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Vampires in Middle-Earth

Into the fires of Orodruin
The One must be cast.
This is the price that must be paid.
Only thus its power will be undone,
Only thus a great evil unmade.
There is no other choice,
There is no other way.
One of you must take it,
One of you must pay.

Chapter 25: It's Over.

BPOV

Aragorn led an army from Minas Tirith. Gandalf, Legolas, Gimli, Éomer, Edward and myself rode with him. Pippin rode with Gandalf. Merry rode with me. Aragorn now were that of a King of Gondor. The Host of the West marches forth from Minas Tirith.

Aragorn led us and the army of men towards the Black Gate of Mordor. We come within sight of the monstrous gate and we reach it unopposed. Everything appeared to be deserted.

"Where are they?" Pippin breathed.

Aragorn glanced at Gandalf and the Wizard nodded. Aragon rode to stand directly before the gates where, myself, the remainder of the Fellowship and Éomer. Éomer brought a horn to his lips and blew one loud, long note.

"Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth!" Aragorn called. "Let justice be done upon him!"

There followed was a nearly ear deafening silence, before the Gates slowly groaned forward, just enough to let a single rider through. He was clothed all in black and he rode a black horse, but was no Ring Wraith. This was something far more foul; I could almost see it oozing off of him. If he had once been a man, he sure didn't look, for an unnaturally long life in the service of Sauron had left him horribly disfigured. His black metal helmet covered the most of his face only leaving his mouth, which looked like nothing more than a diseased gash rimmed with rotten yellow teeth. I shivered in disgust.

"I am the Mouth of Sauron." He said in a deep, growly voice that could not be called human. "My Master bids thee welcome." He added mockingly. His looked around at us, though it looked like he really only move his head. I wondered how he could see. "Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?"

"We do not come to treat with Sauron, faithless and accursed." Gandalf said in disgust. "Tell your master this: The armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return."

"Old Greybeard." The Mouth said sounding like it was laughing. "I have a token I was bidden to show thee."

He held up Frodo's Mithril shirt.

"Frodo." Pippin gasped.

The Mouth threw the shirt to Gandalf, who caught it.

"Frodo!" Pippin cried louder.

"Silence." Gandalf said.

"No!" Merry cried this time. And I shushed him.

"Silence!" Gandalf snapped.

"The Halfling was dear to thee, I see." The Mouth said gleefully. "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."

As the Mouth laughed wickedly, I watched as Aragorn rode casually around to his side. "And who is this? Isildur's heir?" He sneered. "It takes more to make a king than a broken Elvish blade-."

With a quick, hard, slice, Aragorn cut the Mouth of Sauron's head clean off with his sword. The head toppled off the shoulders and the body fell from its horse and onto the ground.

"I guess that concludes negotiations." Gimli said.

I do not believe it." Aragorn said angrily. "I will not."

The Black Gate creaked and swayed open again, revealing an army of marching Orcs. Barad-dûr loomed in the background, its Eye now staring at us.

"Pull back!" Aragorn shouted. "Pull back!"

We returned to the awaiting army of men. Orcs poured out of the Black Gate. Aragorn addressed an unsettled army of men.

"Hold your ground! Hold your ground." He commanded. "Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me!"

He began to ride up and down the line. "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!...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!"

Aragorn brought the horse back to the middle. "By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"

The soldiers drew their swords. I had had goose-bumps on my arms, who knew this rider from the north could give such inspirational speeches. I grinned, nah I always knew, and drew my own swords. The Orc masses began to encircle us and we dismount holding tightly onto our swords. Looking around I saw that the Orcs greatly outnumber the men.

"Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an elf." Gimli grumbled.

"What about side by side with a friend?" Legolas asked smiling.

"Aye, I could do that." Gimli smiled looking up at him.

At the Black Gate, the Eye called out.

"Aragorn… Elessar…"

Aragorn appeared momentarily tempted by the voice, but he turned back to us. Gandalf, holding Frodo's shirt, looked questionably at Aragorn.

"For Frodo." Aragon said serenely.

Waving his sword, Aragorn ran towards the Orcs, yelling. Merry and Pippin run in after him, I look at Edward and grin, yelling. "For Frodo!" as I ran with Edward right behind me, and the rest of the army soon followed. The Nazgûl flew over the fighting at the Black Gate., and they descended. As Gandalf fought, a familiar moth flutters in front of his face. I saw Gandalf's face brightened, and I heard a birds cry. Several Eagles appeared and attack the Nazgûl, smacking in to the other, clawing and pecking.

"Eagles!" Pippin cried. "The Eagles are coming!"

I hear a roar from my left and saw a huge Troll making a direct path for Aragorn.

"Aragorn! Watch out!" I shouted.

He turned and saw it…and began to fight it? Is he nuts? Aragorn was thrown to the ground. Legolas saw this as well as I did and we both tried to make our way to Aragorn. But we can't, we keep getting block by Orcs. The Troll stomped on the fallen Aragorn and he took out his dagger and stabbed the troll in the foot.

The Ring was destroyed in the lava of Mount Doom.

The Eye cried out.

Sauron's troops looked back to Mordor, then flee. Left alone, Aragorn stood, winded from having a Troll stand on him, and with the others, myself and Edward watch and look on. The tower of Barad-dûr slowly begins to falls over. The Eye of Sauron disappeared, letting lose a great shockwave that destroys the tower and nearly knocks us all over. The army of the West cheers. I wrapped my arms around Edward's neck and cheered with the others. The surrounding landscape crumbled and the Black Gate collapsed as the ground caved in, with much of Sauron's army as well.

"Frodo!" Merry yelled. "Frodo!"

The men yelled and shouted in victory. But then Mount Doom erupted in a large explosion. I stood wide eye, mouth open in shock. Frodo and Sam? Dead? NO! They had not come all this way to just…

Pippin ran at and buried his face into my stomach as he cried for his friends. Merry to came over, wrapping an arm around Pippin, also crying. And I sobbed for the Hobbits I'd come to love…

Well there ya have it the second to last chapter…wow : P

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