Chap 13 The Fight for Middle Earth
She kept riding and a few minutes later she arrived by the Black Gates. There was a last army of men and women. They seemed to be making a deal with one of Sauron's men. She listened and couldn't believe what she heard. They were giving up.
Faer would let this happen. She rode up to one of Sauron's men. "Elbereth Gilthoniel," she shouted. Sauron's turned to her.
"How dare you speak of that witch on Sauron's front porch," said one of them called Harl.
She smiled, "Sauron is a fool and so is anyone who joins him."
Harl pulled out his sword, enraged. Faer took out her sword and yelled, "Nin crist, calad. There is still an elf who can bear a blade." Her sword was engulfed in a silver fire. Harl starred in amazement at the sword. He ran at her full of wrath. She laughed and with one swift stroke of her sword Harl fell, headless. His sword fell next to him in two.
The rest of the men glared at her and ran towards the Black Gates. Elfaer cantered passed them and entered Mordor. She went directly to Sauron's new stronghold. No one was guarding the place and she entered without a problem. She went straight to Sauron's chamber. There he was, uglier than an orc and more deadly than anything on Middle Earth or so he thought.
When she walked into the room Sauron could not believe anyone could have penetrated his forces. Elfaer smiled at the look on his face. She pulled out her sword and whispered, "Nin crist, calad." The blade was engulfed in a silver flame. A blue wind wrapped itself around on of her fingers on her right hand. There the ring of Valinor appeared more powerful than anything that stood against it.
Sauron gasped, he knew of what the ring could do. He reached for his own sword, knowing there was no way around this. Neither moved, each stood there ground. Behind faer men and women had who had followed her crowed round. Among the an elf stood, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but I'm here for you know."
"Thanks Legolas," Faer said as she jumped out of the way of Sauron's blade. The battle was on.
"You will before me, elf," said Sauron.
"I would die before that ever happened," retorted Faer.
The remark enraged Sauron and he charged at her. She jumped out of the way with ease. The blade of her sword nicked him in the process. The wound burned like a red hot fire. Sauron yelled out in pain. This was the start of his undoing. Faer smiled, "How do you like that? Fire used against you." Sauron scowled at her.
"I also weild fire, but its more powerful," croaked Sauron, the pain was getting to him. Sauron took out a different sword and at his touch it burst it burst out in a black flame.
He attacked, the swords hit and a light flashed. The light was neither silver or black. Sauron flew back and hit the wall. "Who's fire is more powerful?" asked Faer.
Sauron scowled as an answer. He had gotten up and was coming over. She had gotten for the attack. She waited and then noticed he was chanting a disarming spell. Faer just laughed, the disarming spell wouldn't work. When Sauron was done he yelled, "Come to me sword." The sword stayed in Faer's hand. Sauron starred at the sword. "This sword answers to one and one only. That is me," said Faer.
Sauron growled at her and charged. Faer jumped out of the way and nicked him again. Like the other wound this one burned. The pain was becoming to much for him. He had yet to touch Faer with his sword. The swords clashed and this time there was no flash of light. The sound of swords clashing brought orcs. When the men and women noticed they attacked the orcs.
The orcs were defeated and kept at bay. Something caught Faer's attention and she was caught off guard when the sword cut her side. She yelled out in pain. Legolas turned to see her. She turned towards Sauron who had thought he had won. Catching him off guard, she struck the final blow, and Sauron fell for the last time.
Faer smiled before the blackness took over. Legolas ran to her side. The men and women circled around them. Faer's side was bleeding furiously and Legolas ripped his tunic and put it over the gash.
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She kept riding and a few minutes later she arrived by the Black Gates. There was a last army of men and women. They seemed to be making a deal with one of Sauron's men. She listened and couldn't believe what she heard. They were giving up.
Faer would let this happen. She rode up to one of Sauron's men. "Elbereth Gilthoniel," she shouted. Sauron's turned to her.
"How dare you speak of that witch on Sauron's front porch," said one of them called Harl.
She smiled, "Sauron is a fool and so is anyone who joins him."
Harl pulled out his sword, enraged. Faer took out her sword and yelled, "Nin crist, calad. There is still an elf who can bear a blade." Her sword was engulfed in a silver fire. Harl starred in amazement at the sword. He ran at her full of wrath. She laughed and with one swift stroke of her sword Harl fell, headless. His sword fell next to him in two.
The rest of the men glared at her and ran towards the Black Gates. Elfaer cantered passed them and entered Mordor. She went directly to Sauron's new stronghold. No one was guarding the place and she entered without a problem. She went straight to Sauron's chamber. There he was, uglier than an orc and more deadly than anything on Middle Earth or so he thought.
When she walked into the room Sauron could not believe anyone could have penetrated his forces. Elfaer smiled at the look on his face. She pulled out her sword and whispered, "Nin crist, calad." The blade was engulfed in a silver flame. A blue wind wrapped itself around on of her fingers on her right hand. There the ring of Valinor appeared more powerful than anything that stood against it.
Sauron gasped, he knew of what the ring could do. He reached for his own sword, knowing there was no way around this. Neither moved, each stood there ground. Behind faer men and women had who had followed her crowed round. Among the an elf stood, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but I'm here for you know."
"Thanks Legolas," Faer said as she jumped out of the way of Sauron's blade. The battle was on.
"You will before me, elf," said Sauron.
"I would die before that ever happened," retorted Faer.
The remark enraged Sauron and he charged at her. She jumped out of the way with ease. The blade of her sword nicked him in the process. The wound burned like a red hot fire. Sauron yelled out in pain. This was the start of his undoing. Faer smiled, "How do you like that? Fire used against you." Sauron scowled at her.
"I also weild fire, but its more powerful," croaked Sauron, the pain was getting to him. Sauron took out a different sword and at his touch it burst it burst out in a black flame.
He attacked, the swords hit and a light flashed. The light was neither silver or black. Sauron flew back and hit the wall. "Who's fire is more powerful?" asked Faer.
Sauron scowled as an answer. He had gotten up and was coming over. She had gotten for the attack. She waited and then noticed he was chanting a disarming spell. Faer just laughed, the disarming spell wouldn't work. When Sauron was done he yelled, "Come to me sword." The sword stayed in Faer's hand. Sauron starred at the sword. "This sword answers to one and one only. That is me," said Faer.
Sauron growled at her and charged. Faer jumped out of the way and nicked him again. Like the other wound this one burned. The pain was becoming to much for him. He had yet to touch Faer with his sword. The swords clashed and this time there was no flash of light. The sound of swords clashing brought orcs. When the men and women noticed they attacked the orcs.
The orcs were defeated and kept at bay. Something caught Faer's attention and she was caught off guard when the sword cut her side. She yelled out in pain. Legolas turned to see her. She turned towards Sauron who had thought he had won. Catching him off guard, she struck the final blow, and Sauron fell for the last time.
Faer smiled before the blackness took over. Legolas ran to her side. The men and women circled around them. Faer's side was bleeding furiously and Legolas ripped his tunic and put it over the gash.
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