They waited.
They had been waiting at the black gates for an hour and there was still no signs of the enemy. Xander couldn't stand still and Anya was trying to make him stop squirming on his horse. Gimli had jumped down Legolas' horse and was in an intensive working out session with Buffy. They were both *dying* to kill something, meaning many Orcs. Spike was starting to lose patience as well and joined the Dwarf and the Slayer.
Suddenly, the doors opened a bit and a lonely figure stepped out of Mordor's border line. A man was riding toward them. Gandalf advanced a couple of steps before the company of Gondor and stepped right in front of their enemy. "Mordor demands that you go back to where you come from," he said forcefully. "Submit to us or die! You can't fight the dark Lord!"
"Very original," Willow muttered. Then she talked a bit louder. "Did you came up with that yourself or is it a classic in the land of darkness?" She grinned evilly and many behind her snickered. She coughed nervously when the wizard shot her a look.
"You won't laugh when we'll be finished with you," the warrior from Mordor said. "You will *beg* for death!" He got his sword out. "Humans from Gondor are fools!" He had a smug expression on his face, but it disappeared when his adversaries weren't cowering in fear... They were laughing their head off : the leader of the army, the old man, the Dwarf, the helpless redhead, the blond guy, even the two halflings. All of them. He was confused and anger blinded him. "What are you laughing at?!"
Gandalf roared. "*You* are the fool! She'll beg for death when you are finished with her. What tells you'll be able to catch her?"
The man from Mordor stepped back. The redhead's eyes were black and she was grinning evily at him. Wind seemed to be stronger around her and her hair flew in several directions. His black horse reered back and he yelled. "Kill them all!"
The black gates opened and a thousand Orcs ran out of Mordor to greet those from Gondor. "Willow!" Anya yelled. "Make them step back a bit!"
"I don't have enough strenght to hold off that many beasts! I can't do it alone!" the redhead yelled back. She startled when a hand touched hers. She looked into deep blue eyes. She smiled gently. "Thanks Legolas," she whispered.
"You are not alone, Willow. I'll help you fight them off." The redhead felt the warm hand of Gandalf close on her and Legolas' joined hands.
"And in memories of ancient times, we will unite again." Giles stepped in their circle and nodded at her.
"So be it," she whispered. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, little bolts of lightening seemed to flew over the blackness of the surface. "May our words be heard and our strenght felt through out the universes! Repulse those who are not welcome!" The Orcs stopped dead in their tracks when they felt the energy protecting the men from Gondor. "Death to all the trepassers!" she screamed.
Aragorn didn't know what the witch had done, but he was glad. His men had been quite surprised when the army of Orcs stepped out from behind the black gates. But the spell provided the needed distraction to get into gear. They had a war to win.
The two armies throught themselves at each other, the power of the spell dissipating. Gandalf took out his sword and kept his magical stick close. Giles grabbed an axe on his horse's package and took off his jacket. The wizard was quite surprised to see a totally different man beside him, but the teens living with him didn't seemed to notice... or they did and were glad to have a man of power, knowledge and strenght.
Xander grinned wildly. "Go G-man! Show them who you really are, Ripper!"
Arrows flew over their heads. The archers of the tower of Ecthelion were already doing their share of the job. Legolas joined them, keeping his knive close in case he needed it. Not far from him was Willow, silver elvish sword in hand and scaring off her opponents with her black eyes.
Buffy was doing great. She was standing back to back with Spike and they retaliated to Orcs attacking them with deadly precision. The Slayer and William the Bloody had never felt more connected than at that moment. They were both warriors for the good side, the one that would provide a balance between darkness and light.
Suddenly, a shrill scream chilled them all to the bones. Orcs yelled in a happy way and that made them all nervous... except for the fellowship. They knew what was coming their way at a high rapidity. They knew what was hidding in the shadows of the clouds above them. They knew what was going to fall on them... soon.
Six giant birds could be seen coming right from Minas Morgul. There was no doubt : the Nazguls were taking an active part of the battle. Willow's superior sight told her they were in great danger and something had to be done. She kicked the Orc in front of her, thus making him fall. In one step, she had his neck between her feet and she twisted hard, breaking it like a twig. She turned around, searching for a familiar face.
Xander was riding with Anya to the last line of men and jumped down of the horse as he stopped. He had seen the Ringwraiths coming their way and he didn't waste any time. He had called his girlfriend and they rode as fast as they could as far away of the battle as possible. He kicked open the wooden box and picked up the rocket launcher.
"Three rockets left," Anya whispered.
"Lets use them good then," Xander replied.
Without wasting any time, the ex-demon picked up a rocket and put it in the launcher. She could feel the Ringwraiths closing in. Their darkness repulsed her and her heart was beating rapidly.
When the first one came into view, Xander clicked on the red button. "Fore!" he yelled.
Willow heard Xander's voice far away. [Fore? There's only him who could find humorous words in a situation like this.] She smiled to herself as she saw the rocket flew in the sky with a whistle. The substitute leader of the Ringwraiths didn't have time to register what was coming at him before he actually collided with the weapon. He exploded.
"And the Xand-man score!" the dark haired boy yelled. "Xander : one! Nazguls : zero!" Anya recharged the rocket launcher. A couple of seconds later, the weapon was ready. But Xander pressed the red button before he had a clear view. The rocket passed right beside one of the flying Nazguls. "Damnit!" With great rapidity, the ex-demon got another rocket and soon, the young man was ready for another shot.
The blond Elf looked at the couple far from the battlefield. "Come on. You can do it," he whispered, talking to himself. Hope took possession of his heart as another Ringwraith burst into flames. "Four left."
But there were no more rockets left. With a cruelty and rapidity never seen before, the Nazguls fell on Gondor's men, bringing terror with them, leaving only death behind. Mordor was on its way to victory. But Aragorn was not going to let it take the white city while he was still alive. With a cry, he lifted up his sword and it illuminated. The Rohan's rider pushed back the Orcs with a new strenght. Waves of enemies were stepping back.
But the sea can't be contain and the waves have a power of their own. The army of Mordor seemed to grew and the creatures under Sauron's power were growing in number. The black riders still continued to kill brutally everyone in their path.
Legolas was doing his best to go back to Willow. He froze when he saw her sword fall on the ground and an Orc ready to finish her off. "Willow!" His eyes widened when he saw a flash of light as the sword fell on the redhead. He closed his hurted eyes. But when he opened them again, it wasn't the broken body of witch that greeted his sight.
The redhead was looking fearfully at her hand. In front of her lay the burned body of the Orc. Legolas couldn't believe it. He had been right. It had been under his nose for a month and a half and he had only discovered it not an hour ago. She was the descendant of one of the Three.
"Willow!" he yelled. He ran to her as fast as he could. "Willow! The ring!"
The redhead heard him and turned around. "Legolas," she whispered. "I don't know what happened. I never saw him coming. And then, there was that bright flash of light coming from my ring. I don't know what happened," she cried. She was trembling from head to toes. She could barely contain herself.
"Willow, you are the bearer of one of the Three, one of the ring of power given to the Elves. You are not the descendant of Galadriel or Elrond so you must be related to the lone Elf, the one that disappeared with the third ring of power. You can defeat the Nazguls. Just trust yourself and the power within you." Legolas kissed her hand and nodded to her. "You can do it. I believe in you," he whispered.
Resolve face in place, Willow turned around, facing the battlefield. "Hlasta! Qyetes Hfirimain!" Most of the men and Orcs stopped dead in their tracks when they heard the powerful voice of the elvish witch. She stopped her gaze on the four Ringwraiths. "Listen! It speaks to those who were not born to die!" The black riders didn't know what to do. They were troubled by the redhead's presence. "Unfortunatly, you were born to die."
They made their moves. In a second they were flying toward her, swords ready to strike and kill. But they didn't even made it to her.
Willow lifted up her hand, ring glimering and visible to all. "As I will it so mote it be!" Black clouds gathered above her, dark clouds bearer of a storm. A violent storm. Lightening illuminated the sky and the earth shook under the thunder's force. Black eyes fixed themselves on the Nazguls. "Living dead, leave this place or stay dead forever!" They did not follow her advice and their unlives were the price to pay. Lightening fell on the flying black riders. They never put a foot on ground again.
In panic, the Orcs started screaming. The stronger slaves of Sauron had been killed by a slip of a girl. Even the Ringwraiths had been no match for her. Merry looked at Pippin. "I knew she was powerful, but I didn't think it was enough to kill the Ringwraiths."
Suddenly, the earth shook. A anguish scream came from deep within Mordor. Hot lava flew from Mountain doom. Far away, they could see the tower of Minas Morgul fall down. Everything was falling apart in the domain of the dark Lord. Gandalf smiled. "He's done it. Frodo destroyed the ring."
Legolas and Willow heard his softly spoken words and they jumped into each others arms in happyness. "They did it! They did it!" The Orcs flew away followed by the human slaves of Sauron. Soon, everyone knew that the mission of the fellowship had been a success. Sam and Frodo had gone in the land of Mordor and had done what was meant to be.
The ring of power was no longer.
They had been waiting at the black gates for an hour and there was still no signs of the enemy. Xander couldn't stand still and Anya was trying to make him stop squirming on his horse. Gimli had jumped down Legolas' horse and was in an intensive working out session with Buffy. They were both *dying* to kill something, meaning many Orcs. Spike was starting to lose patience as well and joined the Dwarf and the Slayer.
Suddenly, the doors opened a bit and a lonely figure stepped out of Mordor's border line. A man was riding toward them. Gandalf advanced a couple of steps before the company of Gondor and stepped right in front of their enemy. "Mordor demands that you go back to where you come from," he said forcefully. "Submit to us or die! You can't fight the dark Lord!"
"Very original," Willow muttered. Then she talked a bit louder. "Did you came up with that yourself or is it a classic in the land of darkness?" She grinned evilly and many behind her snickered. She coughed nervously when the wizard shot her a look.
"You won't laugh when we'll be finished with you," the warrior from Mordor said. "You will *beg* for death!" He got his sword out. "Humans from Gondor are fools!" He had a smug expression on his face, but it disappeared when his adversaries weren't cowering in fear... They were laughing their head off : the leader of the army, the old man, the Dwarf, the helpless redhead, the blond guy, even the two halflings. All of them. He was confused and anger blinded him. "What are you laughing at?!"
Gandalf roared. "*You* are the fool! She'll beg for death when you are finished with her. What tells you'll be able to catch her?"
The man from Mordor stepped back. The redhead's eyes were black and she was grinning evily at him. Wind seemed to be stronger around her and her hair flew in several directions. His black horse reered back and he yelled. "Kill them all!"
The black gates opened and a thousand Orcs ran out of Mordor to greet those from Gondor. "Willow!" Anya yelled. "Make them step back a bit!"
"I don't have enough strenght to hold off that many beasts! I can't do it alone!" the redhead yelled back. She startled when a hand touched hers. She looked into deep blue eyes. She smiled gently. "Thanks Legolas," she whispered.
"You are not alone, Willow. I'll help you fight them off." The redhead felt the warm hand of Gandalf close on her and Legolas' joined hands.
"And in memories of ancient times, we will unite again." Giles stepped in their circle and nodded at her.
"So be it," she whispered. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, little bolts of lightening seemed to flew over the blackness of the surface. "May our words be heard and our strenght felt through out the universes! Repulse those who are not welcome!" The Orcs stopped dead in their tracks when they felt the energy protecting the men from Gondor. "Death to all the trepassers!" she screamed.
Aragorn didn't know what the witch had done, but he was glad. His men had been quite surprised when the army of Orcs stepped out from behind the black gates. But the spell provided the needed distraction to get into gear. They had a war to win.
The two armies throught themselves at each other, the power of the spell dissipating. Gandalf took out his sword and kept his magical stick close. Giles grabbed an axe on his horse's package and took off his jacket. The wizard was quite surprised to see a totally different man beside him, but the teens living with him didn't seemed to notice... or they did and were glad to have a man of power, knowledge and strenght.
Xander grinned wildly. "Go G-man! Show them who you really are, Ripper!"
Arrows flew over their heads. The archers of the tower of Ecthelion were already doing their share of the job. Legolas joined them, keeping his knive close in case he needed it. Not far from him was Willow, silver elvish sword in hand and scaring off her opponents with her black eyes.
Buffy was doing great. She was standing back to back with Spike and they retaliated to Orcs attacking them with deadly precision. The Slayer and William the Bloody had never felt more connected than at that moment. They were both warriors for the good side, the one that would provide a balance between darkness and light.
Suddenly, a shrill scream chilled them all to the bones. Orcs yelled in a happy way and that made them all nervous... except for the fellowship. They knew what was coming their way at a high rapidity. They knew what was hidding in the shadows of the clouds above them. They knew what was going to fall on them... soon.
Six giant birds could be seen coming right from Minas Morgul. There was no doubt : the Nazguls were taking an active part of the battle. Willow's superior sight told her they were in great danger and something had to be done. She kicked the Orc in front of her, thus making him fall. In one step, she had his neck between her feet and she twisted hard, breaking it like a twig. She turned around, searching for a familiar face.
Xander was riding with Anya to the last line of men and jumped down of the horse as he stopped. He had seen the Ringwraiths coming their way and he didn't waste any time. He had called his girlfriend and they rode as fast as they could as far away of the battle as possible. He kicked open the wooden box and picked up the rocket launcher.
"Three rockets left," Anya whispered.
"Lets use them good then," Xander replied.
Without wasting any time, the ex-demon picked up a rocket and put it in the launcher. She could feel the Ringwraiths closing in. Their darkness repulsed her and her heart was beating rapidly.
When the first one came into view, Xander clicked on the red button. "Fore!" he yelled.
Willow heard Xander's voice far away. [Fore? There's only him who could find humorous words in a situation like this.] She smiled to herself as she saw the rocket flew in the sky with a whistle. The substitute leader of the Ringwraiths didn't have time to register what was coming at him before he actually collided with the weapon. He exploded.
"And the Xand-man score!" the dark haired boy yelled. "Xander : one! Nazguls : zero!" Anya recharged the rocket launcher. A couple of seconds later, the weapon was ready. But Xander pressed the red button before he had a clear view. The rocket passed right beside one of the flying Nazguls. "Damnit!" With great rapidity, the ex-demon got another rocket and soon, the young man was ready for another shot.
The blond Elf looked at the couple far from the battlefield. "Come on. You can do it," he whispered, talking to himself. Hope took possession of his heart as another Ringwraith burst into flames. "Four left."
But there were no more rockets left. With a cruelty and rapidity never seen before, the Nazguls fell on Gondor's men, bringing terror with them, leaving only death behind. Mordor was on its way to victory. But Aragorn was not going to let it take the white city while he was still alive. With a cry, he lifted up his sword and it illuminated. The Rohan's rider pushed back the Orcs with a new strenght. Waves of enemies were stepping back.
But the sea can't be contain and the waves have a power of their own. The army of Mordor seemed to grew and the creatures under Sauron's power were growing in number. The black riders still continued to kill brutally everyone in their path.
Legolas was doing his best to go back to Willow. He froze when he saw her sword fall on the ground and an Orc ready to finish her off. "Willow!" His eyes widened when he saw a flash of light as the sword fell on the redhead. He closed his hurted eyes. But when he opened them again, it wasn't the broken body of witch that greeted his sight.
The redhead was looking fearfully at her hand. In front of her lay the burned body of the Orc. Legolas couldn't believe it. He had been right. It had been under his nose for a month and a half and he had only discovered it not an hour ago. She was the descendant of one of the Three.
"Willow!" he yelled. He ran to her as fast as he could. "Willow! The ring!"
The redhead heard him and turned around. "Legolas," she whispered. "I don't know what happened. I never saw him coming. And then, there was that bright flash of light coming from my ring. I don't know what happened," she cried. She was trembling from head to toes. She could barely contain herself.
"Willow, you are the bearer of one of the Three, one of the ring of power given to the Elves. You are not the descendant of Galadriel or Elrond so you must be related to the lone Elf, the one that disappeared with the third ring of power. You can defeat the Nazguls. Just trust yourself and the power within you." Legolas kissed her hand and nodded to her. "You can do it. I believe in you," he whispered.
Resolve face in place, Willow turned around, facing the battlefield. "Hlasta! Qyetes Hfirimain!" Most of the men and Orcs stopped dead in their tracks when they heard the powerful voice of the elvish witch. She stopped her gaze on the four Ringwraiths. "Listen! It speaks to those who were not born to die!" The black riders didn't know what to do. They were troubled by the redhead's presence. "Unfortunatly, you were born to die."
They made their moves. In a second they were flying toward her, swords ready to strike and kill. But they didn't even made it to her.
Willow lifted up her hand, ring glimering and visible to all. "As I will it so mote it be!" Black clouds gathered above her, dark clouds bearer of a storm. A violent storm. Lightening illuminated the sky and the earth shook under the thunder's force. Black eyes fixed themselves on the Nazguls. "Living dead, leave this place or stay dead forever!" They did not follow her advice and their unlives were the price to pay. Lightening fell on the flying black riders. They never put a foot on ground again.
In panic, the Orcs started screaming. The stronger slaves of Sauron had been killed by a slip of a girl. Even the Ringwraiths had been no match for her. Merry looked at Pippin. "I knew she was powerful, but I didn't think it was enough to kill the Ringwraiths."
Suddenly, the earth shook. A anguish scream came from deep within Mordor. Hot lava flew from Mountain doom. Far away, they could see the tower of Minas Morgul fall down. Everything was falling apart in the domain of the dark Lord. Gandalf smiled. "He's done it. Frodo destroyed the ring."
Legolas and Willow heard his softly spoken words and they jumped into each others arms in happyness. "They did it! They did it!" The Orcs flew away followed by the human slaves of Sauron. Soon, everyone knew that the mission of the fellowship had been a success. Sam and Frodo had gone in the land of Mordor and had done what was meant to be.
The ring of power was no longer.