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Calime blushed furiously as Aragorn raised one eyebrow suggestively.

"Um, I think I need to, um—," Calime stammered. "Um, I'm just gonna go now."

Aragorn smirked as she brushed past him and into the long hall leading to their quarters. Stopping to lean against a wall, she buried her face in her hands as her body started to tremble. A foreign sounding laugh echoed through the halls, and she was startled for a moment 'Wow, haven't heard that in a long time.' Her musings were cut short by the sounds of yelling and two cloaked figures running past her. Pausing only a second, she ran after Aragorn and Legolas.

When Calime reached the room that held their sleeping quarters, Pippin sat cowering on the floor. Gandalf held a cloak bundled in his arms. 'That must be the Palantir.' Crossing the room in three long strides, she kneeled next to Pippin. Merry joined her on the floor a moment after.

"What did you say, Peregrin Took?" Gandalf demanded. "Did you say where Frodo is? Speak, you fool of a Hobbit!"

"I didn't say anything about Frodo, Gandalf, I promise!!" Pippin stammered. His body shook under Calime's arm, and she gave him a calming squeeze.

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The remains of the Fellowship- Aragorn, Gimli, Merry, Legolas, and Calime- were camped at Dunharrow. It was their last night- in the morning they would ride to battle. Butterflies rode battle formations through her stomach and her hands shook from nerves. 'Holy Bejesus, Cal, get a grip! You've been in how many battles?' she thought to herself, but that didn't stop the nerves.

'Pretty soon Elrond'll be here to give Aragorn the sword,' she estimated. 'Then he and Legolas and Gimli will leave to find reinforcements. Théoden will die in the next battle. There are only two more battles. God, I hope Frodo and Sam are okay.'

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Green smoke-like people flooded around Calime as she fought tooth and nail against the never-ending stream of orcs and Uruk-hai in the large expanse of land around Minas Tirith. Blood flowed from the cuts on her arms that had opened up and bruises covered most of her face and legs, and she was fairly certain that she'd never be able to do an arabesque penechèe again due to the fact that a half-dead orc had fallen square on her, knocking her to the rocky ground on her hip, but she had never felt more alive. Adrenaline flowed through her veins and a silly grin covered her face as she ruthlessly slaughtered everything that crossed her path. Nearby, Legolas's and Gimli's familiar voices rang out numbers: "Seventeen!" "Ah! Thirty two!" Calime was fairly certain that she had killed more than that, but she had lost count at twenty five. That had been more than an hour before.

A surge of green smoke passed her, killing orcs as it went. And then the battlefields were cleared. All that remained were the bodies of fallen men and orcs. The fighting ceased. Around her, men stood, bewildered.

'One down, one to go,' was all that Calime could think. Well, that and 'I think I need a drink. A big one.'

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"Frodo needs a way to get up to Mount Doom without being seen by the eye of Sauron. If we can make the eye focus on something else, Frodo can make it up to Mount Doom and destroy the ring," Gandalf said.

"Keep Him blind to all else that moves," Aragorn interjected.

"A diversion!" Legolas pitched in.

"Well, isn't that a clever idea?" Calime muttered jokingly. Gimli smirked- he was the only one that heard her.

"Are you suggesting that we have another battle?" Calime ventured, already knowing- and not liking- the answer. Before anyone could say anything, she brushed past Legolas and Aragorn and out of the throne room and into the corridor.

Legolas followed Calime from the hall where the Fellowship had met to a large courtyard. A few people wandered around the open area, but it was mostly deserted.

"What's wrong with you, Calime? You've been in battles before! You seemed to rather enjoy that last one, as I recall. How could one more make any difference?" Legolas exclaimed, grabbing her arm. She shook his hand loose.

"It doesn't matter, okay? We'll fight some more, a bunch more people will get killed, Frodo will try to keep the Ring, and then it will all be over and we can go on with our merry lives, right?"

"What are you talking about? Don't you want the war to end?"

"Of course I do! But it's not my home, and I don't want to go back to Lothlorien! I want to go home!" Her body shook angrily. "I want to do gymnastics and ride horses with my mother and see my brothers, but I can't and I don't want to because I'm in love with you, you fool!"

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"Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon Him!"

After a time, the Black Gate opened.

"Pull back, pull back!" Aragorn yelled. "Hold your ground! Hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan. My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come, when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of Fellowship, but it is not this day! An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you, stand, men of the West!"

Next to Calime stood Gimli and Legolas.

"Never thought I'd die side by side with an elf."

"How about side by side with a friend?"

"Aye, that'll do." Calime laughed nervously at the exchange, and Legolas softly squeezed her hand.

"For Frodo!" Aragorn boomed as he charged forward toward the ugly beasts that had stood between the Fellowship and their goal just one too many times.

"For Frodo!!" Pippin and Merry charged forward as well.

'Aw, hell, it's almost over.'

They fought, though for how long she could not be sure, and then there was a surge, and a great shaking of the ground. Cheers rose among the Rohirrim and the Men of Gondor as the great, lidless eye bursts into flames. The tower of the fortress of Barad-dur falls, the great eye giving a sweeping glance before falling to the rest on the crumbled rock. A great wave passed over the land as the armies of Mordor fell, dead. Calime joined into the cheering. 'It's over!!! It's finally over!!'

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A/N: The next chapter is the last, y'all!!! SO SAD!! I'm going to miss this story, y'know? I'm not sure how I want to end it yet, so any suggestions would be very appreciated!!

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