**Author's note**
Cool I'm an AUTHOR! Anyway, tis me last and final chapter on this paricular fic. I hope it's been fun reading, because it certainly wasn't fun to write. Being of delicate disposition normally I didn't enjoy hurting my mates from LOTR. But it was rewarding to finally complete something worthwhile, so something good came out f this, eh? Or maybe I'm just sadistic, who knows...
The Cavalry Arrives
Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Éomer flew on the backs of Eagles in the direction of Mordor, surrounded for the most part by a selection of warriors of Elves and Men riding Gwaihir's companions. Landroval had landed on the battlefield, wounded by a Ringwraiths winged steed on his journey out of Mordor. His wing was broken and his breathing strenuous. Legolas had lade his way to the great bird and had discovered the body of Samwise. The hobbit had been taken to the same healing tent as his kin and now beside Pippin as healers attempted to save their lives. Aragorn had left Halbarad of the Rangers in control of the dwindling battle and had decided to fly to Mordor to Gandalf's aid.
The vicious mountain drew closer.
Legolas and his Elven folk looked with their superior eyesight and noticed the white figure of Gandalf stood seemingly alone but for Gwaihir who was nursing a cut on his leg. Orcs were attacking in droves and Gandalf was losing.
"Quickly now!" Aragorn yelled, "We must help Gandalf!"
The Eagles landed as swiftly as they could; only allowing a few seconds for their riders to dismount before taken to the air again to aid the battle from an aerial position. The three hunters immediately ran to Gandalf's side. He had a deep gash on his forehead and one of his arm dripped blood. He was parrying blow after blow from the Orcs, being too overwhelmed to do anything but defend himself. Aragorn strode forward and killed several Orcs before they even knew her were there. Legolas shot many arrows before he was close enough to fight with his Elven blades. Gimli stomped towards Gandalf, hacking down any enemy that dared stand in his way. Gandalf looked around quickly at the cavalry springing into action against Sauron's Orcs.
When the Orcs had come Frodo had slipped the Ring back onto his finger and disappeared. Now Gandalf cast his gaze hither and thither to try and locate the hobbit. For a few moments, the wizard had believed he was getting through to his friend-but that was probably his imagination conjuring up images of what he wanted to see.
"Gandalf?" Aragorn called as he hewed off the head of a nearby Orc. "Where is Frodo?" Gandalf hesitated.
"He's…oh, he's taken the Ring." Gandalf cried back despondently. Aragorn's face fell, but he did not stray from his position in the thick of the action. "He's vanished with the Ring."
At that moment Gandalf felt a blow to his side, and his legs buckled. His knees hit the ground and a sharp pain burst in his torso. He dropped Glamdring and gripped the ache with his hand and felt warm, gooey blood seep through his fingers. There was no Orc close enough to have struck him and Gandalf knew that Frodo must have been the culprit. The invisible blade flashed once more and Gandalf received a matching wound on his other side. This one was much deeper and blood gushed out freely. By now he looked more like Gandalf the Red, not White. He tried to stand, but even leaning on his staff didn't help him.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn cried in agony for his friend. Gandalf heard Frodo's breathing next to his head, almost felt the warm breath on his neck.
Without warning, Gandalf suddenly stuck out wildly with his staff. He connected with something solid and fell back. The solid nothing fell, too, and the Ring slid off his finger and Frodo reappeared. Gandalf pushed pity and guilt to the back off his mind and hauled himself up. Frodo, finally showing something other than confidence in his eyes, backed away, frightened. Gandalf hardened his heart and struck again with his staff. Frodo was too quick for him and dodging the blow, got to his feet again. Before he could put the Ring on again, Gandalf aimed another hit at the hobbits upper body. He struck him square in the chest and Frodo toppled backwards. His foot caught on a rock and he fell onto his back again. He didn't attempt to stand; instead he just scuttled backwards as quickly as he could. Gandalf followed, tears pouring from his eyes, blood from his sides and a voice screaming at him in his head to dispose of the threat of the enemy. Frodo got closer to the Crack of Doom.
Gandalf fought against the voices inside him.
"Frodo, my lad, my friend," he said loud and clear. "Please give up the Ring. I beg of you." Frodo looked up, a wild expression on his face
"NO!" he screamed and stood up shakily. Gandalf struck out with lightning speed and his staff's aim was true. Frodo wobbled and tried to save himself. He realised his fight was all in vain and snapped his head up to meet Gandalf's eye. Gandalf refused to break his stare as his old and dear friend slipped and slithered all the way down into the Crack of Doom. Then he collapsed and gladly let the enveloping blackness take him.
Cool I'm an AUTHOR! Anyway, tis me last and final chapter on this paricular fic. I hope it's been fun reading, because it certainly wasn't fun to write. Being of delicate disposition normally I didn't enjoy hurting my mates from LOTR. But it was rewarding to finally complete something worthwhile, so something good came out f this, eh? Or maybe I'm just sadistic, who knows...
The Cavalry Arrives
Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Éomer flew on the backs of Eagles in the direction of Mordor, surrounded for the most part by a selection of warriors of Elves and Men riding Gwaihir's companions. Landroval had landed on the battlefield, wounded by a Ringwraiths winged steed on his journey out of Mordor. His wing was broken and his breathing strenuous. Legolas had lade his way to the great bird and had discovered the body of Samwise. The hobbit had been taken to the same healing tent as his kin and now beside Pippin as healers attempted to save their lives. Aragorn had left Halbarad of the Rangers in control of the dwindling battle and had decided to fly to Mordor to Gandalf's aid.
The vicious mountain drew closer.
Legolas and his Elven folk looked with their superior eyesight and noticed the white figure of Gandalf stood seemingly alone but for Gwaihir who was nursing a cut on his leg. Orcs were attacking in droves and Gandalf was losing.
"Quickly now!" Aragorn yelled, "We must help Gandalf!"
The Eagles landed as swiftly as they could; only allowing a few seconds for their riders to dismount before taken to the air again to aid the battle from an aerial position. The three hunters immediately ran to Gandalf's side. He had a deep gash on his forehead and one of his arm dripped blood. He was parrying blow after blow from the Orcs, being too overwhelmed to do anything but defend himself. Aragorn strode forward and killed several Orcs before they even knew her were there. Legolas shot many arrows before he was close enough to fight with his Elven blades. Gimli stomped towards Gandalf, hacking down any enemy that dared stand in his way. Gandalf looked around quickly at the cavalry springing into action against Sauron's Orcs.
When the Orcs had come Frodo had slipped the Ring back onto his finger and disappeared. Now Gandalf cast his gaze hither and thither to try and locate the hobbit. For a few moments, the wizard had believed he was getting through to his friend-but that was probably his imagination conjuring up images of what he wanted to see.
"Gandalf?" Aragorn called as he hewed off the head of a nearby Orc. "Where is Frodo?" Gandalf hesitated.
"He's…oh, he's taken the Ring." Gandalf cried back despondently. Aragorn's face fell, but he did not stray from his position in the thick of the action. "He's vanished with the Ring."
At that moment Gandalf felt a blow to his side, and his legs buckled. His knees hit the ground and a sharp pain burst in his torso. He dropped Glamdring and gripped the ache with his hand and felt warm, gooey blood seep through his fingers. There was no Orc close enough to have struck him and Gandalf knew that Frodo must have been the culprit. The invisible blade flashed once more and Gandalf received a matching wound on his other side. This one was much deeper and blood gushed out freely. By now he looked more like Gandalf the Red, not White. He tried to stand, but even leaning on his staff didn't help him.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn cried in agony for his friend. Gandalf heard Frodo's breathing next to his head, almost felt the warm breath on his neck.
Without warning, Gandalf suddenly stuck out wildly with his staff. He connected with something solid and fell back. The solid nothing fell, too, and the Ring slid off his finger and Frodo reappeared. Gandalf pushed pity and guilt to the back off his mind and hauled himself up. Frodo, finally showing something other than confidence in his eyes, backed away, frightened. Gandalf hardened his heart and struck again with his staff. Frodo was too quick for him and dodging the blow, got to his feet again. Before he could put the Ring on again, Gandalf aimed another hit at the hobbits upper body. He struck him square in the chest and Frodo toppled backwards. His foot caught on a rock and he fell onto his back again. He didn't attempt to stand; instead he just scuttled backwards as quickly as he could. Gandalf followed, tears pouring from his eyes, blood from his sides and a voice screaming at him in his head to dispose of the threat of the enemy. Frodo got closer to the Crack of Doom.
Gandalf fought against the voices inside him.
"Frodo, my lad, my friend," he said loud and clear. "Please give up the Ring. I beg of you." Frodo looked up, a wild expression on his face
"NO!" he screamed and stood up shakily. Gandalf struck out with lightning speed and his staff's aim was true. Frodo wobbled and tried to save himself. He realised his fight was all in vain and snapped his head up to meet Gandalf's eye. Gandalf refused to break his stare as his old and dear friend slipped and slithered all the way down into the Crack of Doom. Then he collapsed and gladly let the enveloping blackness take him.