Hello, It's Ash. Although this focuses on a lotr 'what if', it has themes from the hobbit and one character who only appears in the Silmarillion(that character is the reason why I listed it as a crossover with the Silmarillion). I don't own Lotr, the Silmarillion or the Hobbit. I do wish warn about the character death that takes place in this story. Enjoy!

The ground burned beneath Sam's feet.

Sometime ago(the days had blended together for everyone) Frodo had fallen to the venom of Shelob. He appeared dead and Sam did the one thing he could: continue the quest.

The ring grew in power and added weight to the shoulders of Samwise Gamgee. The weight crushed him, and with no one there to help him, he soon fell.

He had turned from the path to Barad-dur, and headed to where the foul ring had been made, Mount Doom. The plains of Gorgoroth spread out far, and a tall mountain spewing fire stood at the end of them. Sam shuddered.

The first thing to come off was his pack. The cook equipment fell to the ground with a clang. Sam continued on.

The next thing to come off was his cloak. It made no sound. Sam didn't need it to hide anymore, he was a lone hobbit, and the orcs didn't pay him any mind.

Then came Sting. The dagger came off from his hip, and fell with a thump. The time of light and hope had ended with that thump. The little blade had no use on those barren plains.

Then came Sam himself. He collapsed onto his knees and then his face. He had no strength to move. He could only breathe and cry. I failed. I failed. I'm sorry.

Little pattering feet came to him. A croaking sound followed them. Gollum turned Sam onto his pack.

"My precious." Gollum gripped the ring in his hand and yanked the chain off of Sam's neck. The tears now flowed harder from Sam's eyes. "We've gots it." Gollum danced for a few moments before he disappeared from sight.

The Battle of the Black Gate ragged on. A nazgul had left and Gimli and Legolas shared a look.

"That's not supposed to happen," Gimli said.

"Let us not worry about it. It just means one less enemy to fight."

Gimli shook his head and swung through an orc's torso. "45."

The battle continued as it had before, but then the air stilled and grew heavy. Each soldier on that battlefield began to pant. Each of them, but one.

Shadowfax whinied, and threw his rider to his floor. The horse raised his front legs into the air, but his rider sent a blast of fire at the horse.

Legolas laughed. "I don't think that is you're supposed to care for a horse Mithrand- no. No, it cannot be."

Gimli looked to Gandalf and froze.

Gandalf's eyes had turned a fiery red, and a ring with a matching stone sat atop his finger.

"Aragorn!"

The heir of Isildur turned away from the Orc that he had slewed, and his face fell. The man then charged at his old friend.

"For mercy!"

After many minutes of fighting, Aragorn was knocked from his horse. Fire wrapped around him, making sure he would not escape.

The same happened to the others of the Fellowship present at the battle. The fire could not be fought and Legolas, Gimli and Pippin all resigned to their fate, terrible as it was.

The battle ended shortly after. The bodies of Imrahil, his sons, Eomer, and Beregond all laid upon the battlefield. Their mouths hung open and their eyes remained wide.

Only two escaped that battle.

Those that were captured were thrown into individual cells that sat next to Frodo, who had been shown to them before the battle. The servants of the Enemy forced the all to drink a draught that would render them unconscious.

The elves of Lothlorien waited. They had been assaulted thrice, and would not be surprised by a fourth one.

Celeborn stood at the front of his army with Haldir at his side. Rumil who had been sent out as a scout came running back. He bowed before Celeborn before he spoke.

"The Orcs have begun to retreat." Rumil used the tongue of the elves, for he had no need to use common amongst his kin.

Celeborn answered in the same tongue. "That is odd." Celeborn closed his eyes, and the air had twisted. He gasped at what he felt in that twisted air. "We have lost."

"My lord, how can you be sur-" Screams interrupted Haldir's interjection. The elves at the helm of the army turned toward the sound. Turned to their now fallen lady.

Galadriel's eyes had turned white. Only a circle of grey differentiated the white of her eyes from her iris. Her pupil had disappeared completely.

The weapons of the could not fight against the water that Nenya controlled. Many elves had drowned, and Celeborn lay in a pool of water he could not escape.

He could not move. The more he fought, the tighter the water held him. Bodies of elves surrounded him, including those of Haldir, Orophin, and Rumil. He had not seen so many elves killed in their home. Not since the Second Kinslaying.

Galadriel stood above him. Of course, she had carried a ring. Celebrimbor, may his soul rest, had been her cousin, and she had been named in greatness after only Feanor himself.

For the first time in a very long time, Celeborn cried.

The elves(and Master Baggins) sat in the Hall of Fire in the Last Homely House. No one spoke. Glorfindel sharpened his sword, Lindir tuned his harp, and Bilbo dozed off.

Erestor choked. Glorfindel ran to him and held his shoulders.

"Erestor?"

Tears escaped Erestor's eyes and he fell into Glorfindel's arms. His soul had gone to Mandos. Those in the halls turned to view the Lord Elrond for counsel. They would find none.

Elrond's eyes had turned from grey to sky blue. His soul could not be seen. A ring could be.

Bilbo then forgot his old age and ran like he had during his adventure. He was not chased for Elrond turned his attention to the elves of his halls. Only Glorfindel and Arwen still had air in their lungs.

Glorfindel then dropped the body of Erestor. "I shall join you Mandos, Dear Erestor." He charged at his lord but the air stilled around. Neither he nor Arwen could move.

Elrond then left the Hall of Fire, and returned a bit after. Blood ran down his leg, and he carried Bilbo in arms.

Although he lived happily ever after for a time, he met a terrible, horrible fate, and Bilbo's dead body was thrown to the ground by Elrond, his old friend.

All Glorfindel said was: "Weapons shall not defeat the Elven Ring Bearers." Arwen looked at Bilbo's body and sobbed.