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Reunited?

The final battle was over, but it felt like things were just climaxing at a sickening rate. They were marching to the Black Gate, drawing out Sauron's army in order to give Frodo more time. She had never seen a group of people look more desolate.

This time she rode on the back of Legolas' horse. Her visions were getting stronger, and with them her strength waned. But she had insisted on coming, and for the first time Legolas was not about to argue with her. She held onto him tightly as Arod stopped. She looked at the ground, not wanting to look up and see the Black Gate and the land she had seen so many times.

Aragorn rode forth bravely, commanding the lord of the Black Gate to come forward. She swallowed, her throat feeling dry and not being able to carry out the command. She looked beside her, where Merry sat on his pony and Pippin right next to him. Would they ever see their friends again? And Gandalf…he had never looked more grave.

She unconsciously gripped Legolas a bit tighter as the Gate began to move with a loud and strained grinding noise. It opened only a bit as what she thought at first to be a man rode out. She gasped as she looked more closely and saw that it was simply a head with a large bleeding mouth. This was no time for explanations, but she needed one badly. The way it spoke sent chills flying through her body, and then it held up Frodo's mithril shirt.

Merry and Pippin both cried out and were silenced by Gandalf. Laura felt like she would pass out, but Legolas gripped her firmly on the leg as he felt her sliding off the horse. He held her steady, though his arms trembled. She began grinding her teeth together madly, resisting the urge to cry.

The Gate was open a bit, and she tried scanning the rocky terrain for two Hobbits, but she had no such luck. "Cut his head off, Aragorn," she whispered urgently. That talking, bleeding mouth was nothing but a liar. Frodo wasn't dead, she could barely feel his lifeline and Sam's still.

Laura held her breath, watching as Aragorn sliced the mouth's head off. She relaxed a bit, recovering her balance. "Thank you," she said. Aragorn was retreating now, and the Gate was opening even wider. "Oh my God," she uttered, as she and Legolas dismounted Arod. As the Gate opened, Moria was filled with Orcs and Trolls and those evil creatures that lurked there. And in the distance, she could see a tall black tower with a light on top of it. The Eye. It flashed in every direction, constantly searching.

If it hadn't been for the amazingly huge army that loomed before them, she could have laughed at that stupid Eye that would never find Frodo. But she couldn't find it in herself to think positively at that moment. She tightened her grip around her sword, ready for Aragorn to give the command.

She almost cried out in horror. He was looking in the direction of the Eye, and it was calling his name. She looked at him, ready to leap on him and snap him out of it. But he looked back just in time at all of them. "For Frodo," he said in a low voice before charging straight for the army.

Laura took a few short breaths, and as Merry and Pippin took off running with Gandalf she did as well, alongside Legolas and the rest of the cheering army. She would fight until the Ring was destroyed or until she couldn't fight anymore.