Word had gotten out about the creature that was found roaming the regions close to Cirith Ungol. As soon as Éomer heard of it he knew that if he had to get any more information about the fate of the quest at hand, he had to go there soon. He had no time to waste. He gathered the most trusted, and strongest of his men, and made for the pass, prepared for anything that he could be faced with, but what he found there was surprising even to him. He found a hideous creature there, and from the very look of it, he realized it meant no good to anyone. He held a sword at its throat and asked it what it was doing in those lands. He wasn't surprised with the answer it gave him. It had something to do with a hobbit, and he was pleased. There was still some hope left, but what came next shattered his hope. The creature stood with a cruel look on it's face, along a look of triumph. It said that the hobbit had met his end, and a cruel one at that. He would never return from there ever again, and then it kept saying something about its precious. No good would come from leaving the creature alive, and so, with one clean stroke of his blade, he put an end to the miserable life of the creature.
Éomer knew that there was no more time to waste. Sam had been killed, and now, it didn't matter even if the ring remained lost. Sauron had returned, and unless the ring was destroyed, Sauron would never be completely vanished. They had a final chance of delaying his return, that is all, and in dark times like these, he couldn't trust that it would be possible, and yet, he hurried to the Golden Halls of Meduseld, where he saw his uncle sat on the throne, as King of Rohan, healed by the White Rider. He knew there was no need to keep anything hidden, for the bearer of the ring was now gone, and the ring had been lost to a creature nobody would dare to fight against. He told his king about the ill-news that he bore. He urged to call upon all other kingdoms of Middle-Earth, to form a final alliance like the days of old, to vanquish Sauron before he became too strong. Before the ring was returned to its master. Riders were sent out to all the free people, with a message to form one last mighty alliance against the One. One final alliance was made. All rallied to form one army - Elves, dwarves, men, and two wizards. The Rangers had heeded the call too. In fact, they had learnt that Aragorn was indeed the heir to Isildur, and was already leading the men in defence of Shire and the other regions closer to Gondor. All of them had joined them for the battle.
A war-council was held. King Théoden , King Thranduil, Prince Legolas, King Dain II, The Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood, Brand, grandson of Bard the Bowman, Steward Prince Faramir, Prince Imrahil and Lord Aragorn. All of them helped draw up a battle-plan.They would be helped by the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien, Beorn the sskin-changer, and the wizards Radagast, and Gandalf. The power of the three rings, and the powers of the Istari would have to suffice for now. The three rings would not be used to draw power. Only to preserve the lands that yet remained within their grasp. The army had been divided into different factions, each headed by their leaders, so that their chance of success would be a bit higher, though none could say what was to come, if Sauron himself fought the battle along with the Nazgul. Moreover, they had even the White Wizard to deal with. Cúrunir, Saruman of many colours, he went by many names, all equally sinister in their meanings. The dark always had powerful allies, for there were many who would give up anything for power. They would all wait for more people to gather, and to prepare for battle. Few days hence, they would march upon the Black Gate, to fight their last battle, for if they won, they would have peace. If they lost, they wouldn't be there to fight anyway. Nevertheless, for all the free people of Middle Earth, it was do, or die.