I promise more evilness since you all seem to enjoy it so much.

Haldir watched the hordes as they emerged from the Black Gate. He had never thought it would end like this. He had thought that he would get to cross the sea, his time on Middle Earth ended in peace. He looked out over the armies of Sauron to the mountain. He hoped Eleryna had made it there and was about to destroy the Ring. Even if he died, he wanted her to live. He hoped he could keep Legolas safe enough as well. He had promised her he would, even if she was oblivious to the fact.

Legolas also looked at the mountain, hoping to see Eleryna. If she had made it, she was inside the mountain. She would be about to finish her task. She was strong. She would not claim the Ring for herself. She would destroy it. The Ring, and Sauron's darkness, would never have any hold on her.

"Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf." Gimli said and Legolas looked down at him.

"How about side by side with a friend?" He responded.

"Aye," Gimli said looking up at the Elf. "I could do that." Haldir smiled from his spot on the other side of Legolas. Aragorn ran forward followed by the Hobbits. Seconds later, Gandalf, Legolas, and Gimli led the rest of the army after them.

"Bastard! Do not befoul my tongue with your darkness!" Eleryna yelled. She groped for the thick chain around her neck. It was the heaviest it had been the entire journey. She gulped and drew her other knife.

"Very well, but you still have something that belongs to me." Sauron said lazily.

"I will destroy you." She vowed.

"Such a pretty thing. Your father never should have let you come. No one should have let you come. Then you wouldn't have been responsible for what happens to your friends and family."

"Do not try to trick me with your honeyed words, Sauron. The only way you will get this Ring back is by killing me. And I will kill you before you can kill me." She said, the deaths of her kin at Helms Deep and elsewhere coming to mind. She knew that if her father had taken the Ring from Isildur that day, none of this would have happened. He would have thrown the Ring into the fire below and Sauron never would have returned to trouble them. Sauron drew Boromir's sword.

"Very well, if that is the way it is to be." He charged her. She raised her blades and met him. The sound of their blades meeting echoed in the mountain. He was stronger than Boromir. She couldn't help but feel that it was her fault. If she had not let Boromir come with her to Mordor, he never would have been in such easy reach of the Dark Lord. She should have sent him to Minas Tirith. She should have let him die in Parth Galen. That would have been saving him. Saving him had killed him and now it might also kill her. She saw the horn at his side. It alone had not been darkened by the spirit inside the body. She knew that the Horn of Gondor could never be touched by evil. She would have to ensure she took it with her, even if she didn't make it out of Mordor alive.

Their blades met again, she using her two to block his one. She kicked him away and tried to get to the Crack of Doom. But he was blocking her way. The bridge they were on was narrow. It would be hard to get past him without him using a sword. She rushed forward, ducking under his blade and making it to the crack where there was more room to move. He followed her, slowly, a wicked grin on Boromir's face. She was trapped now, even though she had more room to maneuver.

She let the chant calm her. It would do her no good otherwise. If she let fear control her, she would surely die. The red glow gave the scar on her face a fierce glow. She needed time to get the Ring from her neck. He was too close. He swung again and she blocked him, pushing him back slightly. She knew that he wouldn't fall for the same trick twice. She knew the risk of what she was about to do. She used one of her blades and slashed at his legs. Sauron jumped back a ways to avoid it. She took her chance. She pulled the chain from her neck. Sauron reached for it. She threw it over the side.

Roaring in anger, he swung at her quicker than she could block. His blade swept up her body, creating a large gash from her right hip, between her breasts, and to her left shoulder. She cried out in pain, catching the horn which had flown off in the attack. She pulled herself from the crack, trying to get away as Sauron tried to use magic to bring the Ring from the fire. But it was too late. A gust of hot air flew past her to the tower. Boromir's body fell into the fire below. She used a rock to pick herself up. She sheathed her knives and, holding the horn close, ran from the chamber. She managed to jump from the road to a rock that soon became an island as the fires of Mount Doom poured forth. She couldn't believe it, she had done it. It was over. She had defeated the Dark Lord of Middle Earth. Eleryna sat on the rock and cried in joy and despair. The wound was killing her. She had won, but she wouldn't be returning to those that loved her. She had one last thing to do.

Standing, Eleryna put the horn to her lips and blew, letting it sound the fall of Sauron. She blew until she was out of breath. When she put the horn on her belt, she thought she saw eagles flying towards her. But before she could make them out, darkness finally took her.

I love you, Legolas. I'm sorry I couldn't come back. I love you.

They all watched as the tower fell in on itself and exploded. The magic that spread from the tower tore through the land of Mordor and out into the area of the Black Gate. The gates fell and the land holding Sauron's forces gave way beneath them, leaving the Army of the West safe in their small circle. Moments later, a horn was heard clearly. It was not the horn of Mordor. At the second blast of the horn, the Men of Gondor began cheering. They recognized the sound. It was the horn of Gondor which Boromir had taken with him on his journey. The horn sounded the victory of the West and the victory of the Ring Bearer. The horn blew several more times, emboldening the men even more as the eagles landed next to them. Gandalf mounted one and that one along with two others took flight. The moment they were in the air, the horn stopped.

Haldir was looking at Legolas, grinning. Eleryna had done it and she was coming back to them. She was safe if the horn was anything to judge by. Legolas didn't partake in the celebration around him. Instead, he watched as the mountain continued to explode. He wasn't sure what had happened to his wife in that place. He was worried. The army went back to where the tents had been set up, confident that they would be heading home on the marrow. Legolas did not move with them. Gimli stayed at his side. Some time later, the eagles appeared in the sky again. In the claw of the one Gandalf was on was a figure. Legolas recognized the pale blonde hair. Eleryna. The eagle gently laid the woman on the ground and waited until Gandalf was off before taking to the sky again, taking his leave of the world of Men. Legolas saw immediately the wound across his wife's chest and the horn tightly in her hand. Her breathing was shallow. She was dying. She cried out a little as Legolas picked her up and ran to the camp, Gandalf and Gimli right behind. The Men moved out of the way as Legolas ran through. Gandalf called for them to find Aragorn. Haldir appeared next to Legolas as he entered the tent he shared with the Fellowship. Aragorn arrived a few minutes later. Legolas sat nearby. Gimli and Gandalf left to reassure the men. Haldir stood guard outside the tent where Gimli joined him later.

Galadriel looked up at the sky as she felt a shadow pass into the void. Hope again filled her heart and she turned to her husband. The light in her eyes told him that it was over. But they still had one task left to them. Together, they led the Elves of Lórien across the Anduin and marched on Dol Guldur. Using the power of Nenya, Galadriel cleansed the forest, laying bare the pits of the tower and ensuring that none could attack from its walls again. A few days later, as Celeborn met with Thranduil, she felt worry in her heart. She took her leave of her husband and was escorted back to Caras Galadhon where she looked into the mirror. What she saw confirmed that Sauron had indeed been defeated. Almost two weeks prior. She turned her gaze to the one whom she worried about.

Eleryna's pale face appeared in the mirror. Her face was paler than normal. Her pale blonde hair was tucked to the side of her body, neatly tied. Her eyes were closed. As she watched, someone covered her granddaughter to her neck and walked away. With a cry of despair, Galadriel tore herself from the mirror. The people of Middle Earth had won, but she had lost. The Lady crumpled to the ground and cried, something she had not done since the day her daughter married Elrond. That had been a day of happiness and so had been the tears. Now, the tears were of sorrow and she knew that she would never feel happiness again.

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