This an account of the end of the Third age
Frodo Baggins was killed along with Samwise Gangee on their way to Mount Doom in the Land of Moordor. Sauron had tricked the armies of Rohan and Gondor into the belief that he was focused on their feeble assault against Moordor, when in secret; he communicated with the Wraiths. One came upon the hobbits as they scaled the great mountain and struck them both down where they stood. The wraith retrieved the One Ring and brought it back to its Creator. With his ring in hand the Dark Lord Strengthened his armies and his followers. He assumed Physical form and went to join his army.
The allied forces of Rohan and Gondor fought valiantly against the armies of Moodor. As the army was closing in it stopped and parted. The forces of men stood in horror as they watched the Dark Lord walk toward them. He stopped in front of them and said not a word for several minutes. Then out of the science the voice of Gandalf rang out; "You've killed them!"
The Dark Lord turned his head in the direction of Gandalf and did not speak. His menacing figure and expressionless helmet haunted the White Wizard
"Yes" he said in a dark voice that only the most dreadful of creatures could even Imagine.
A scream rang out from Gandalf as he rushed towards the Dark Lord, He Jumped in the air and Shot a magical bolt at him. Sauron waved his hand, and the bolt flew backwards towards Gandalf. The bolt hit him and sent him immediately to the ground braking his arm. The Dark Lord approached Gandalf as he was laying there, Sauron said not a word
"You will die Sauron!"
The Dark Lord stood there, then started to laugh, it was a laugh that disrupted the souls of all who herd it, even the orks.
Without warning he stopped and slammed his mace into Gandalf's head killing him instantly and sending him three feet in the other direction. Just then a yell came from the front of the crowd and an arrow shot at Sauron, going through his helmet and into his head, but the Dark Lord did not budge. He slowly reached his arms toward his helmet and slowly took it off.
The arrow had hit him between the temple and left eye, but there was no blood. He slowly took the arrow out and his wound healed itself, Sauron was rather handsome under the helmet but no less menacing. As he held the arrow it turned to ash and blew away in the wind.
"Legolas." He said
Another arrow flung from the crowd, Sauron waved is mace in front of his head and the arrow bounced off. Shattering into brittle pieces of wood, falling to the ground one by one.
"Bring him to me!" Sauron yelled
Almost instantly the army of Moordoor slammed into the Armies of Rohan and Gondor. Slaughtering the front lines, there was enough of the men left to fill up a small food cart. Swords stabbed thorugh heads, arrows thunked into knees and chests, stomachs were cut open, orks and men alike slipped on the blood.
The orks finnaly brought Legolas to the feet of Sauron. His face, and clothes were covered in black and red blood from being dragged across the bloody battle field.
"You have a lot of nerve Elf!" Sauron said
"You will burn Fiend!" Legolas screamed
"No, but you will" Sauron said with a smirk "Throw him into mount Doom!"