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After the bloodshed had stopped, the two groups went their separate ways. Sean was muttering about Aragorn's incompetence. "Not only does he fight like a wuss, but I corrected him about six times on his Sindarin!"

"Wow, he must really suck then because I recall correcting you on your Sindarin, Sean," Allyn said.

Sean glared at her.

The next three days were pretty uneventful. On the sixth day, they determined that they would reach Barad-dur by midday the next day, so they decided to come up with a plan for the destruction of the Ring.

"Well, I can go in by myself. I've been there before, and he thinks that I'm bringing it to him, not to destroy it," Blaire said.

Faramir was shaking his head. "He's going to know that you had eight other people with you. We need to find something for us to be doing."

Mablung nodded. "Maybe we could go in as mock prisoners. You could fake it long enough for Sauron to think that you're not a threat, and if he trusts you then everyone else there will trust you. Then you can toss the Ring and come get us."

Damrod nodded. "That sounds fair enough, but what if he wants to torture us? Or even kill us?"

"I'll set the limits as to what he can do. He's never going to touch the Ring, because I'm making him promise me all these things before I give him his Ring back." Blaire tapped her pocket. "I don't trust that bastard with the Ring for two seconds. As soon as he has it, he'll kill all of us because he has no use for us anymore."

Allyn shuddered, and Faramir put a protective arm around her.

"Is this all going to work? I mean, I don't want to put one foot into Mordor unless I know I'm going to get out alive," Rachael said quietly.

"It'll work," Blaire assured her. But in reality, even she wasn't sure it would work. She dearly hoped it would, for all her friends.
Sauron tapped his foot impatiently as he looked through his palantir at the group making its way toward Barad-dur. He wanted his Ring back! After that, nothing would matter.

Blaire was a different story. He was going to reward her greatly after his Ring was back on his finger. He'd give her whatever she wanted!

He was still debating on whether or not to tell her about his feelings. She might figure it out on her own- and if she didn't he would tell her. She was better than any other woman he'd met anywhere in Middle Earth. She was getting him his Ring!

He growled. What was taking them so long? He wanted his Ring! And who were all those people with her? They certainly weren't allies of Mordor! Boromir and Faramir were the sons of Denethor, and he was the Steward of Gondor. The two scruffy looking characters appeared to be Rangers, definitely not on the Dark Lord's side. And the other four- who were they?

The group approached the Dark Gate. He'd sent the order to let them in, and watched closely as the gate slowly swung open, then shut as the group filed in. His Ring was back!

He patiently waited for the next hour for his Ring to arrive at his fortress. When there was finally a tap at his door, he controlled himself and said, "Come in."

Blaire opened the door and slipped in, shutting it behind her. "Sauron," she said triumphantly. "I have your Ring."

"Good! Let's see it then!" he said, trying with all his might to remain calm.

"Not just yet," she said slyly. "I have a few favors to ask of you before I place the Ring in your hands."

'What's she playing at? Just give me the damn Ring!' he thought. "All right, what are they?" he said slowly.

Blaire smiled at him. "First, that my prisoners of war are treated with respect until I have dealt with them."

"Ah, so that's who was with you. But how did you get all eight of them here without a fight?"

"With the One Ring in my pocket, it wasn't difficult."

He laughed. "I believe that. What's your second requirement?"

"That I can stay or go as I please, and that I can kill that bastard Son of Arathorn, and rule Gondor from Minas Tirith myself."

Sauron hesitated, and Blaire raised an eyebrow. 'Anything for my Ring,' he kept repeating to himself, and nodded. "That will have to be worked out, but I think it could happen."

"Third, that you admit to me two things: what your intentions are to do with your Ring, and what your intentions are with regards to me."

'She found out,' Sauron thought in surprise. Perhaps women weren't as dense as he'd previously thought. The blondes at least. "My intentions with the Ring should be obvious. I plan on ruling Middle Earth, as is what's due to me."

Blaire's face had no expression on it. She motioned for him to continue.

"My intentions-my intentions concerning you.I hadn't planned on this coming up. But it seems that you have learned that I fancy you quite a bit- but my intentions-" He paused.

"Do you plan on making this a serious relationship or a one week fling?" Blaire asked.

"I'd like it to be serious."

Blaire nodded. "Then you won't mind if I teach you what snogging is," she said quietly.