Hello again! Well I decided that this story had not been updated in too long.

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Roland looked out over the endless plains that surrounded the city. The sun was rising and soon the millions of men from Sefeal would crash upon the city walls. It was sad. He had to get rid of almost all of the men he had found just because they were a stubborn bunch. That's okay, as long as they had the Ring, they were going to win this time, and maybe, their souls could rest and stop being. That would be so nice. Eolande opened to thick wooded door and walked up to Roland. The Ring gleamed in the sunlight, beckoning him to take it off her necklace. His hand started to involuntarily go towards it. Eolande, why don't you give me what's rightfully mine?

His hand darted toward her neck and he grabbed the chain. It split with a single tug. The Ring hit the ground and the two darted for it. Eolande had gotten there first, her hand closed around the Ring. But then the world seemed to be so dizzy. The world spun and spun until she hit the ground with a sick thud. The last the she saw was Roland's fist raised, poised to strike again. The world turned black and she felt her hand being pryed open by Roland. The weight of the Ring was gone, and so was her consciousness.

Roland held the beautiful thing in his hands. It reflected all sorts of colors now. The One Ring was at my command, he thought. Then he grasped it close to his chest and turned toward to army. His hand trembled as he put the Ring into his pocket. Now, to get rid of the nuisance.

He picked up her limp body and threw her off of the building. He didn't want to look, he still had a bit of humanity in him, which flickered out as he saw Ellian open the door. Where's Eolande?

I threw her down the side of the building to get rid of that disrespecting little stuck up spoiled brat. She fell.

Ellian tried to run to the edge but Roland stopped him. He put a reassuring hand on Ellian's shoulder.

Leave her be. We must prepare for battle. He started to open the door. How's the man from Gondor?

Still not willing. Ever since those magicians attacked, he's been disregarding us.

We'll see about that. With that, he went down the winding stairs and into Boromir's room, leaving Ellian on the roof, fighting off the urge to look a Eolande, who fell' off the building. He resisted and went through the door. If he had looked, he would have seen Pippin prodding the girl with a stick.

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Pippin squealed as the body missed him by an inch. He looked around to see if anyone was around. No one was, everyone was at the doors, trying to break them down. Pippin picked up the nearest stick and poked the body with it. The body twitched. He poked it again. Oi! You alright?

A muffled answer came from the body. She turned her face up to see the person poking her and saw Pippin. I know you! After a moment's hesitation: Aragorn! Help!

Aragorn ran around the wall and saw Pippin and Eolande. She had a huge bump on her head. Before Aragorn could question her, Frodo grabbed her by the neck with surprising strength. Where is it! You took it. He started squeezing. Aragorn saw the blue shade on her face and pulled Frodo off.

You lost it? How could you lose it, Frodo?

Frodo pointed an accusing finger. She took it!

Aragorn turned to Eolande, who was rubbing her red neck. Roland took it from me, she croaked. Hit me and took it. That idiot. I hate him.

Can you get us in? Gimli asked, way ahead of everyone else. If they could manipulate her hate and get into the city again, they could get Boromir and the Ring before the army approached. Hopefully.

Eolande stood up, brushing off her clothes. She put her hand on the door and closed her eyes. She whispered something in a tongue completely different than Elvish, Dwarfish or anything they had even heard. The doors creaked open. Revealing an army. A small army with Ellian at the lead. With Boromir at his side, eyes glazed and unfeeling.

Ellian said at the same time Aragorn said:

Boromir looked at Aragorn, and didn't recognize him. But in Boromir's mind he found Aragorn's face familiar.

Roland stood above them all, his hand glowing, manipulating Boromir's mind with a spell.

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This Story is almost over! Yeah! I'm so proud. Soon i can work on another story! Please Review! Thanx!