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work of J.R.R Tolkien.
Corruption
Chapter Twelve - A Power Regained
**
The dry, stifling air of Mordor did nothing to stop the stench of the captain of the Eastlings corpse from reaching the ranks that made up Sauron's army. The lifeless body, hung by the neck, was a sign, some said, from the true Commander.
Traitor. The word was whispered among the ranks of the men and creatures, some created by Saruman or Saurons hand, some part of the earth that had just recently discovered. Of course, no one dared to betray the mighty Lord. The overthrow of Middle Earth was near. Mordor's army could practically smell it in the hot air.
"There will be no new Captain for the race of Easterlings." Saurons voice echoed across the plains. Although Sauron had raised his voice barely above a whisper, it was heard by all, even those standing guard at the Black Gate. "I am your Lord and you shall bow to me, and me only!" Sauron cried from Barad-dûr, his voice echoing in the hearts of those whom contemplated deserting the army.
"There will be no dawn for the race of men." Sauron said, his voice quiet again, yet heard by all, those wiling, those unwilling.
**
"My RING!" An inhuman voice screamed. Galadriel was wrenched from her sleep in an unearthly manner to see a near hysterical Sauron staring at the box, which held the Ring of Power, an expression of unspeakable horror on his face.
"How, HOW did this happen?"
Galadriel sat up in her bed, wiping the sleep from her eyes. One might call her actions almost casual, but Galadriel had decided to accept her position as a prisoner of Sauron. She was still bound in spell, her powers bound to almost nothing. Once again, Galadriel felt the sensation of being caged, like a wild bird.
"You!" Sauron stormed into the room and pointing an accusing finger at Galadriel. His face was a picture and if the situation hadn't been as it was, Galadriel would have laughed at the sight of Sauron, a so-called Dark Lord looking like something had just broken his favourite toy.
"Yes?" Galadriel asked sleepily. She had changed her whole mindset. Staying as she was, one used to power and total command would crush her. Instead, she became an opportunist. She regretted that she had to change so much to survive, but it was the only way. She had to drop back, stop fighting so much. And when that time came that Sauron would trust her too much...the spell would fall..and she would be free.
"What do you know about this?!" He demanded, stalking to the bedside and sitting hastily on the edge. He opened the elvish box and thrust the One Ring in Galadriels face, the white mark of Gandalf clearly showing.
"I don't know anything." Galadriel said quietly, keeping her face expressionless. It was hard work. She immediately recognized the work of Gandalf the Grey, and before he died, Gandalf the White. He was a much loved friend to her people, and although she had known him to not be truly dead when the Fellowship came to her home, she knew there had not been much choice for but to die. He had had his chance, but he was weakened in mind by the destruction he saw. Demons had come to him and as much as Galadriel would like to help, she couldn't. She could only watch.
"WHO?!" Sauron screamed, causing Galadriel to flinch. Galadriel took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out. She rose from the bed and went calming behind the dressing screen to get changed.
"I do not know." Galadriel repeated. When she had finished dressing, she returned to the bedside. She rearranged the bedclothes, as Sauron was now standing and seated herself at the end.
Sauron sigh with impatience and stormed towards the door. When he reached the doorway, he pulled the Ring from its box and flung it at Galadriel with all his might. It hit Galadriel just below the eye and immediately raised a welt. The Ring then fell to the floor, its loud thud echoing throughout the room.
"Perhaps you'd like to look a little closer." He sneered.
**
Sauron ran a hand through his illusioned hair. He had taken the form of a half-elf, one with long, silky black hair and innocent blue eyes. He hadn't meant to lose his temper and it took all of his self-control not to run back and see if Galadriel was alright. The Ring was imperfect. Some powerful force had maimed his beautiful Ring. Sauron knew that Galadriel could see who had marked his Ring, but she obviously wasn't going to tell him. He hated to hurt the already tortured elf, but if she didn't tell him of the threat to his overruling power soon, that was what he was going to have to resort to.
He walked out onto a balcony that overlooked Mordor. In the distance he could see the fiery mountain, Mt Doom. He creased his brow, mulling over an idea that sounded reasonable and turned back towards the closed door, which Galadriel was behind.
**
The walls of the caves began to tremble. Eowyn jerked her head up and looked with wide eyes at the two hobbits. Frodo and Sam looked at each other, then up at the roof of the caves.
"I think the war has started" Frodo commented, drawing his elven cloak closer around his shoulders. Next to him, Sam began to cry, tears welling up and dripping down his face.
"It's all wrong, Mr. Frodo." He said miserably. When Frodo tried to comfort his friend, he was pushed away. "I'm sorry, Mr. Frodo." Sam said, sighing. "I'm just so angry! Why do these people hate us so much? What have we ever done to them? We're just hobbits. It's too big for us, we should be at home! In the Shire!"
Eowyn moved over to Sam and put her slender arm around Sam's shoulders. "You are strong, Sam. Remember that. You are strong. Don't let a mindless rabble of Uruk-Hai destroy your strength."
"They've destroyed everything else." Sam whispered, his tears drying as he spoke. From then on he didn't speak, nor did he cry. He sat quietly, his usually ruddy cheeks pale.
**
The battle for Helms Deep had begun. Although the number was a lot less than expected, the Uruk-Hai were still putting up a fierce battle. They had bought many, many ladders and were using them as their first attempt at storming the Keep. Although Aragorn was still the mourning the loss of his beloved wife-to-be, he turning as much of his pain as he could into anger. Uruks fell left and right of him, most not even getting the chance to lift their swords to block the wild, but deadly blows.
The elven archers fell and quickly. The Uruks seemed to focus most of their rage on the fair and soon, Legolas and a small band of about ten elves were the only ones left on the wall.
Legolas and Gimli were bantering, comparing how many Uruks they caught and how quickly, though Legolas' heart wasn't really in it. He sensed something was very wrong. The rain came down even harder than before, blinding Legolas' eyes for precious seconds before he could dash the raindrops away as if they were tears.
For a second he hesitated, looking at his hands. The blood that was there, mostly Uruk-Hai blood and some of his own, mingled with the rain and dripped from his hands. He snapped out of his little dream just in time to block a bone-crushing blow from a heavily built Uruk-Hai. The Uruk-Hai snarled, his ugly mouth twisted into the gruesome of grins as he drove his crude spear towards Legolas' heart.
Gimli saw the Uruk-Hai that was about the hurt his friend and growled so low, that even if sounds of war had been muted, no one would have been able to hear it. He eyed his target and when satisfied, threw his heavy battle- axe at the Uruk-Hai, splitting its head in two before it could get his spear anywhere near Legolas.
**
Galadriel set the Ring upon the bedside table and refused to look at it. She thought of other things, happier memories, to distract her from her immediate situation. She remembered Celeborn and how they would spend their free afternoons, by the river of just walking around the forest, investigating the different animal and plant life.
The memories of her now dead husband brought fresh tears to her eyes and she had to wait several moments to regain her composure. She tried hard to remember a time before there was fear, fear of a shadow that grew on all peoples minds, but she had difficulty.
Her mind drifted back to her current situation. Even though she had been promised to be back to living in a forest, she denied all offers Sauron threw at her, no matter what the prize. She had gotten over her hysteria, but she desperately needed fresh air and to feel the comfort of fresh grass beneath her feet.
She was resigned to her fate, whatever that may be.
**
Merry and Pippin stared at Treebeard, astounded.
"Gandalf WHAT?" Pippin shrieked, not caring if he sounded like an over- excited child who had been up too long.
Treebeard sighed, a huge sound that rumbled his chest and caused Merry and Pippin to shake where they sat.
"Gandalf, my old friend, has told me to take you two to the human fortress of Helm's Deep. No idea why." Treebeard said incredibly slowly. Pippin shook his head in disbelief.
"Run that by me again?" Merry asked, wide eyed in disbelief.
Pippin settled back, trying to absorb everything Treebeard had told them.
"We should be going faster" He said, absent-mindedly.
"Booraroum." Treebeard sighed and lifted a huge, leafy hand to his ear and gave it a small scratch. But nevertheless, he quickened his pace. "You Hobbits are much too hasty."
**
Helm's Deep was falling. The Uruk-Hai had blasted through the outer wall and were now storming the keep. Aragorn was amidst the Uruks, still fighting vainly; clinging to whatever hope there was of defeating the enemy.
The rain blurred his vision and above the screams and roars of war, he heard the cry of the Rohirrim herald: "Fall back! Fall Back!"
Aragorn relayed the call onto the Gondorians and searched desperately for his Lothlorien friend, Haldir. He saw a huge Uruk stalking Haldir, about to strike him from behind. Aragorn looked desperately for Legolas, but his elven friend was nowhere to be seen. Aragorn found an abandoned crossbow and fitted two bolts he found with them. Without a moment's hesitation, he fired and smiled grimly when the Uruk was forced to the ground. Haldir then registered Aragorn's call and fell back to the keep, killing and wounding as many Uruks as he could on the way.
**
The commander of the Uruks was still alive, but barely. He gabbed his second in command by the collar and shoved his commander medallion into his hand.
"You're the commander now, but make sure you get those dammed fellowship bastards back to Mordor unharmed." He hissed in the black speech, pain slowly overwhelming his aching body. The commander turned to the battle where he lay and smiled as an arrow lodged itself into the dwarfs shoulder, causing him to roar in pain.
"Well maybe not completely unharmed, but alive anyhow." He grunted and died, a gruesome smile on his face.
The second in command, now the commander, took his captains hand and bowed his head for a few seconds, before rushing off to rejoin the battle.
**
The remaining soldiers of the Rohirrim barricaded themselves in the Keep, desperately trying to think of what to do next. The King, Theoden was fatally wounded and lay on the cold stone floor, his breathing awkward as he struggled against death.
Aragorn ran a hand through his hair and counted the amount of people they had left and wondered if they could make a final assault.
"Twenty men?" He asked in disbelief, recounting the men. He was not mistaken.
He sat on the floor and put his head on his knees. "Someone go and tell the women and children." He said dismally, brushing his sudden tears away roughly.
Legolas suppressed a heavy sigh and lay a comforting hand on his friends shoulder. Across from them, Gimli held a blood soak cloth against his arrow wound. Legolas had warned him not to remove the arrow, but Gimli had pulled it out viciously, cursing the whole Uruk-Hai race as he did. He bandaged his aching shoulder and replaced his armour, wincing and muttering as he did.
"We're doomed" Gimli muttered, pulling himself to his feet, putting as little weight on his should as he could. "Those stupid Uruk-Hai are going to wipe us out..."
"Waiting for death is awful." A Rohirrim soldier grunted, adjusting his armour and unsheathing his sword as a loud thump came from the other side of the heavy doors.
"Waiting for death?" Legolas asked, looking annoyed. "Who says we are waiting for death? We have not yet fallen, we are not yet mortally wounded..we may yet have a stroke of luck!" Legolas looked desperately at Aragorn for support, but his friend did not look up.
"And I'm yet to grow wings and fly away from this battle!" The soldier returned, a dangerous look on his face.
Haldir rose and stood next to Legolas. "We cannot lose hope!" He said quietly, his voice pleading. "Why not be remembered as those who fought to the very end?" He asked, looking the defiant soldier in the eye.
"And who will be left to remember us?" The soldier spat, advancing on the pair. "No one! So what is the point? We may as well die by our own hands!"
"A cowards death!" Legolas bristled.
Aragorn looked up and stood, moving to intervene. "Friend," He said, placing a hand on the angry soldier's shoulder. "Elves reverence life, they see suicide as blasphemy."
"Well, its more honourable than being slaughtered by the enemy." The soldier grunted, turning his back.
"Honour? Legolas asked, his voice barely a whisper. "How can you talk of honour in a war where all honour is ignored? Honour has nothing to do with it!"
The doors gave a sudden bag, causing part of the frame the splinter. The argument forgotten, the men jumped to attention, swords unsheathed, ready to fight any of the approaching Uruks.
"Maybe you should sit down." Legolas sneered at the nervous soldier. "You have no wish to fight, or were you being dishonest?"
Haldir gave Legolas a look and shook his head.
Another door shattering thump came and this time the left door split down the centre, the hinges complaining and tearing as the blow connected.
"This is it." Theoden breathed nervously, wetting his lips. "Our last stand against the enemy."
Another blow struck and the doors burst open, Uruk-Hai spurting forth like poison from a wound.
**
When Galadriel woke the next morning, the feeling of hopelessness was overwhelming.
"It its over then." She sighed and went to find Sauron.
~~~~~~~~~
Hello! *waves* Remember me? I'm really sorry that my updates have been few and far between, but this fic is getting quite hard to write. I still know everything that's going to happen in the end.
I do have to say that this is the last chapter for this part of the fic. I expect a sequel to be written soon, so don't worry.
If anyone's still reading that is!
Please read and review...you know that little button down there? *points* it'd make me really happy if you pressed that and wrote your thoughts about this fic!
Corruption
Chapter Twelve - A Power Regained
**
The dry, stifling air of Mordor did nothing to stop the stench of the captain of the Eastlings corpse from reaching the ranks that made up Sauron's army. The lifeless body, hung by the neck, was a sign, some said, from the true Commander.
Traitor. The word was whispered among the ranks of the men and creatures, some created by Saruman or Saurons hand, some part of the earth that had just recently discovered. Of course, no one dared to betray the mighty Lord. The overthrow of Middle Earth was near. Mordor's army could practically smell it in the hot air.
"There will be no new Captain for the race of Easterlings." Saurons voice echoed across the plains. Although Sauron had raised his voice barely above a whisper, it was heard by all, even those standing guard at the Black Gate. "I am your Lord and you shall bow to me, and me only!" Sauron cried from Barad-dûr, his voice echoing in the hearts of those whom contemplated deserting the army.
"There will be no dawn for the race of men." Sauron said, his voice quiet again, yet heard by all, those wiling, those unwilling.
**
"My RING!" An inhuman voice screamed. Galadriel was wrenched from her sleep in an unearthly manner to see a near hysterical Sauron staring at the box, which held the Ring of Power, an expression of unspeakable horror on his face.
"How, HOW did this happen?"
Galadriel sat up in her bed, wiping the sleep from her eyes. One might call her actions almost casual, but Galadriel had decided to accept her position as a prisoner of Sauron. She was still bound in spell, her powers bound to almost nothing. Once again, Galadriel felt the sensation of being caged, like a wild bird.
"You!" Sauron stormed into the room and pointing an accusing finger at Galadriel. His face was a picture and if the situation hadn't been as it was, Galadriel would have laughed at the sight of Sauron, a so-called Dark Lord looking like something had just broken his favourite toy.
"Yes?" Galadriel asked sleepily. She had changed her whole mindset. Staying as she was, one used to power and total command would crush her. Instead, she became an opportunist. She regretted that she had to change so much to survive, but it was the only way. She had to drop back, stop fighting so much. And when that time came that Sauron would trust her too much...the spell would fall..and she would be free.
"What do you know about this?!" He demanded, stalking to the bedside and sitting hastily on the edge. He opened the elvish box and thrust the One Ring in Galadriels face, the white mark of Gandalf clearly showing.
"I don't know anything." Galadriel said quietly, keeping her face expressionless. It was hard work. She immediately recognized the work of Gandalf the Grey, and before he died, Gandalf the White. He was a much loved friend to her people, and although she had known him to not be truly dead when the Fellowship came to her home, she knew there had not been much choice for but to die. He had had his chance, but he was weakened in mind by the destruction he saw. Demons had come to him and as much as Galadriel would like to help, she couldn't. She could only watch.
"WHO?!" Sauron screamed, causing Galadriel to flinch. Galadriel took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out. She rose from the bed and went calming behind the dressing screen to get changed.
"I do not know." Galadriel repeated. When she had finished dressing, she returned to the bedside. She rearranged the bedclothes, as Sauron was now standing and seated herself at the end.
Sauron sigh with impatience and stormed towards the door. When he reached the doorway, he pulled the Ring from its box and flung it at Galadriel with all his might. It hit Galadriel just below the eye and immediately raised a welt. The Ring then fell to the floor, its loud thud echoing throughout the room.
"Perhaps you'd like to look a little closer." He sneered.
**
Sauron ran a hand through his illusioned hair. He had taken the form of a half-elf, one with long, silky black hair and innocent blue eyes. He hadn't meant to lose his temper and it took all of his self-control not to run back and see if Galadriel was alright. The Ring was imperfect. Some powerful force had maimed his beautiful Ring. Sauron knew that Galadriel could see who had marked his Ring, but she obviously wasn't going to tell him. He hated to hurt the already tortured elf, but if she didn't tell him of the threat to his overruling power soon, that was what he was going to have to resort to.
He walked out onto a balcony that overlooked Mordor. In the distance he could see the fiery mountain, Mt Doom. He creased his brow, mulling over an idea that sounded reasonable and turned back towards the closed door, which Galadriel was behind.
**
The walls of the caves began to tremble. Eowyn jerked her head up and looked with wide eyes at the two hobbits. Frodo and Sam looked at each other, then up at the roof of the caves.
"I think the war has started" Frodo commented, drawing his elven cloak closer around his shoulders. Next to him, Sam began to cry, tears welling up and dripping down his face.
"It's all wrong, Mr. Frodo." He said miserably. When Frodo tried to comfort his friend, he was pushed away. "I'm sorry, Mr. Frodo." Sam said, sighing. "I'm just so angry! Why do these people hate us so much? What have we ever done to them? We're just hobbits. It's too big for us, we should be at home! In the Shire!"
Eowyn moved over to Sam and put her slender arm around Sam's shoulders. "You are strong, Sam. Remember that. You are strong. Don't let a mindless rabble of Uruk-Hai destroy your strength."
"They've destroyed everything else." Sam whispered, his tears drying as he spoke. From then on he didn't speak, nor did he cry. He sat quietly, his usually ruddy cheeks pale.
**
The battle for Helms Deep had begun. Although the number was a lot less than expected, the Uruk-Hai were still putting up a fierce battle. They had bought many, many ladders and were using them as their first attempt at storming the Keep. Although Aragorn was still the mourning the loss of his beloved wife-to-be, he turning as much of his pain as he could into anger. Uruks fell left and right of him, most not even getting the chance to lift their swords to block the wild, but deadly blows.
The elven archers fell and quickly. The Uruks seemed to focus most of their rage on the fair and soon, Legolas and a small band of about ten elves were the only ones left on the wall.
Legolas and Gimli were bantering, comparing how many Uruks they caught and how quickly, though Legolas' heart wasn't really in it. He sensed something was very wrong. The rain came down even harder than before, blinding Legolas' eyes for precious seconds before he could dash the raindrops away as if they were tears.
For a second he hesitated, looking at his hands. The blood that was there, mostly Uruk-Hai blood and some of his own, mingled with the rain and dripped from his hands. He snapped out of his little dream just in time to block a bone-crushing blow from a heavily built Uruk-Hai. The Uruk-Hai snarled, his ugly mouth twisted into the gruesome of grins as he drove his crude spear towards Legolas' heart.
Gimli saw the Uruk-Hai that was about the hurt his friend and growled so low, that even if sounds of war had been muted, no one would have been able to hear it. He eyed his target and when satisfied, threw his heavy battle- axe at the Uruk-Hai, splitting its head in two before it could get his spear anywhere near Legolas.
**
Galadriel set the Ring upon the bedside table and refused to look at it. She thought of other things, happier memories, to distract her from her immediate situation. She remembered Celeborn and how they would spend their free afternoons, by the river of just walking around the forest, investigating the different animal and plant life.
The memories of her now dead husband brought fresh tears to her eyes and she had to wait several moments to regain her composure. She tried hard to remember a time before there was fear, fear of a shadow that grew on all peoples minds, but she had difficulty.
Her mind drifted back to her current situation. Even though she had been promised to be back to living in a forest, she denied all offers Sauron threw at her, no matter what the prize. She had gotten over her hysteria, but she desperately needed fresh air and to feel the comfort of fresh grass beneath her feet.
She was resigned to her fate, whatever that may be.
**
Merry and Pippin stared at Treebeard, astounded.
"Gandalf WHAT?" Pippin shrieked, not caring if he sounded like an over- excited child who had been up too long.
Treebeard sighed, a huge sound that rumbled his chest and caused Merry and Pippin to shake where they sat.
"Gandalf, my old friend, has told me to take you two to the human fortress of Helm's Deep. No idea why." Treebeard said incredibly slowly. Pippin shook his head in disbelief.
"Run that by me again?" Merry asked, wide eyed in disbelief.
Pippin settled back, trying to absorb everything Treebeard had told them.
"We should be going faster" He said, absent-mindedly.
"Booraroum." Treebeard sighed and lifted a huge, leafy hand to his ear and gave it a small scratch. But nevertheless, he quickened his pace. "You Hobbits are much too hasty."
**
Helm's Deep was falling. The Uruk-Hai had blasted through the outer wall and were now storming the keep. Aragorn was amidst the Uruks, still fighting vainly; clinging to whatever hope there was of defeating the enemy.
The rain blurred his vision and above the screams and roars of war, he heard the cry of the Rohirrim herald: "Fall back! Fall Back!"
Aragorn relayed the call onto the Gondorians and searched desperately for his Lothlorien friend, Haldir. He saw a huge Uruk stalking Haldir, about to strike him from behind. Aragorn looked desperately for Legolas, but his elven friend was nowhere to be seen. Aragorn found an abandoned crossbow and fitted two bolts he found with them. Without a moment's hesitation, he fired and smiled grimly when the Uruk was forced to the ground. Haldir then registered Aragorn's call and fell back to the keep, killing and wounding as many Uruks as he could on the way.
**
The commander of the Uruks was still alive, but barely. He gabbed his second in command by the collar and shoved his commander medallion into his hand.
"You're the commander now, but make sure you get those dammed fellowship bastards back to Mordor unharmed." He hissed in the black speech, pain slowly overwhelming his aching body. The commander turned to the battle where he lay and smiled as an arrow lodged itself into the dwarfs shoulder, causing him to roar in pain.
"Well maybe not completely unharmed, but alive anyhow." He grunted and died, a gruesome smile on his face.
The second in command, now the commander, took his captains hand and bowed his head for a few seconds, before rushing off to rejoin the battle.
**
The remaining soldiers of the Rohirrim barricaded themselves in the Keep, desperately trying to think of what to do next. The King, Theoden was fatally wounded and lay on the cold stone floor, his breathing awkward as he struggled against death.
Aragorn ran a hand through his hair and counted the amount of people they had left and wondered if they could make a final assault.
"Twenty men?" He asked in disbelief, recounting the men. He was not mistaken.
He sat on the floor and put his head on his knees. "Someone go and tell the women and children." He said dismally, brushing his sudden tears away roughly.
Legolas suppressed a heavy sigh and lay a comforting hand on his friends shoulder. Across from them, Gimli held a blood soak cloth against his arrow wound. Legolas had warned him not to remove the arrow, but Gimli had pulled it out viciously, cursing the whole Uruk-Hai race as he did. He bandaged his aching shoulder and replaced his armour, wincing and muttering as he did.
"We're doomed" Gimli muttered, pulling himself to his feet, putting as little weight on his should as he could. "Those stupid Uruk-Hai are going to wipe us out..."
"Waiting for death is awful." A Rohirrim soldier grunted, adjusting his armour and unsheathing his sword as a loud thump came from the other side of the heavy doors.
"Waiting for death?" Legolas asked, looking annoyed. "Who says we are waiting for death? We have not yet fallen, we are not yet mortally wounded..we may yet have a stroke of luck!" Legolas looked desperately at Aragorn for support, but his friend did not look up.
"And I'm yet to grow wings and fly away from this battle!" The soldier returned, a dangerous look on his face.
Haldir rose and stood next to Legolas. "We cannot lose hope!" He said quietly, his voice pleading. "Why not be remembered as those who fought to the very end?" He asked, looking the defiant soldier in the eye.
"And who will be left to remember us?" The soldier spat, advancing on the pair. "No one! So what is the point? We may as well die by our own hands!"
"A cowards death!" Legolas bristled.
Aragorn looked up and stood, moving to intervene. "Friend," He said, placing a hand on the angry soldier's shoulder. "Elves reverence life, they see suicide as blasphemy."
"Well, its more honourable than being slaughtered by the enemy." The soldier grunted, turning his back.
"Honour? Legolas asked, his voice barely a whisper. "How can you talk of honour in a war where all honour is ignored? Honour has nothing to do with it!"
The doors gave a sudden bag, causing part of the frame the splinter. The argument forgotten, the men jumped to attention, swords unsheathed, ready to fight any of the approaching Uruks.
"Maybe you should sit down." Legolas sneered at the nervous soldier. "You have no wish to fight, or were you being dishonest?"
Haldir gave Legolas a look and shook his head.
Another door shattering thump came and this time the left door split down the centre, the hinges complaining and tearing as the blow connected.
"This is it." Theoden breathed nervously, wetting his lips. "Our last stand against the enemy."
Another blow struck and the doors burst open, Uruk-Hai spurting forth like poison from a wound.
**
When Galadriel woke the next morning, the feeling of hopelessness was overwhelming.
"It its over then." She sighed and went to find Sauron.
~~~~~~~~~
Hello! *waves* Remember me? I'm really sorry that my updates have been few and far between, but this fic is getting quite hard to write. I still know everything that's going to happen in the end.
I do have to say that this is the last chapter for this part of the fic. I expect a sequel to be written soon, so don't worry.
If anyone's still reading that is!
Please read and review...you know that little button down there? *points* it'd make me really happy if you pressed that and wrote your thoughts about this fic!