Chapter 52

Frodo whirled in surprise and saw a huge army of beautiful creatures coming towards him. The hobbit had to admit that he hadn't expected it anymore. But he was more than happy about it. They would probably need any help they could get. The ring bearer's gaze shifted to the mountain and the ring felt heavier again. Meanwhile, the strange feeling in the heart of the little creature had grown stronger and he wanted nothing more than to get rid of the ring. At the same time, he also wanted to keep it. Frodo no longer understood himself. He was taken out of his thoughts when Legolas walked past him and ran towards the elves.

"There are the Mirkwood elves," Sam whispered in awe, pointing to a group wearing clothes similar to their Elvish friend's. These elves bowed to their prince, who spoke a few words to them in their beautiful language. Gandalf smiled next to the hobbits and the ring bearer noticed the relief on the wizard's features. The archer suddenly stiffened and looked forward towards the mountain.

"The darkness is coming straight to us." Frodo immediately became nervous and trembled slightly with fear. A hand lay on his shoulder and the hobbit looked up. The elf smiled reassuringly. "We can do it, my little friend. We will protect you and take you to the mountain." The little creature noticed how his heart was lightened again by the light of the beautiful warrior and he smiled gratefully.

After all, they were all in their position. Aragorn at the forefront, behind him the fellowship. They were all tense. This fight would decide anything. If they didn't reach the mountain of fate, everything would be lost. The other empires knew that too. They would keep the orcs busy while the fellowship would try to destroy the ring. And at that moment Frodo noticed something. A huge, dark army was feeding them. Everything in the hobbit contracted. Now he knew why they would need so much support. As the humans drew their swords, the elves tensed their bows.

At that moment the ring bearer remembered the story of Gandalf about humans and elves. He smiled slightly. There was so much that separated these beings, but in the darkest of times, they fought side by side despite their problems. Eventually, the orc army stopped and the hobbit saw for the first time how many there really were. His throat went dry and his heart beat faster. Beside him, Sam gasped in shock and Boromir stiffened. A particularly ugly orc stepped forward and came straight for them. Legolas immediately pointed his bow at him, ready to kill him if he did anything wrong.

"You will die and Middle-earth will belong to Sauron," the creature hissed and Frodo grimaced in disgust.

"We'll see about that," Aragorn replied coldly, and the orc hissed angrily.

"You are so naive and stupid. This will be your end." A cold shiver ran down the little creature's back. The performance was not very pleasant, but the King of Gondor remained completely unimpressed. The orc grinned at them all before returning to his army. At that moment, Aragorn turned to them and smiled reassuringly at them.

"Are you ready?" Although the ring bearer was afraid, he nodded. He would die with the fellowship if it had to. With his friends. Legolas nodded.

"We will follow you, Estel." The man gave his friend a loving smile and Frodo noticed again how much they loved each other.

"I know, mellon-nin. Thanks." With these words, he looked at the fellowship reassuringly. The hobbit took a deep breath. The last fight for their fate.

Finally, the former ranger turned and stormed towards the dark army. The big fight started.