In the cracks of Mount Doom, Sam watched in horror as Frodo fell in pursuit of the Ring of Power, which the creature Gollum had stolen. Tears streamed down his face as he collapsed to the ground. "FRODO! NO!"
Outside, on the slopes of Mount Doom, an epic battle between the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth and the remnants of Sauron's evil waged on. Before the Ring was finally destroyed, the Free Peoples had lost almost all hope that evil would be eliminated from their world. Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn fought side by side in the horrific war. A pile of dead orcs lay at their feet as more came for their blood. At this time, all they were fighting for were each other and peace in Middle-Earth. The three of them had watched the young hobbits, Merry and Pippin, become slaughtered by hundreds of orc blades and arrows.
Aragorn sliced through the last orc's neck with the Sword of Kings and collapsed with exhaustion. In his preoccupation, he did not notice the final wave of orcs in the woods behind them.
"Aragorn, look out!" cried Gimli the Dwarf. He struck his axe into the orc's chest, but its blade was too fast for Gimli. He watched as the blade withdrew from his own chest as the orc fell to the ground. Blood blossomed from beneath his armour and he fell backwards into Aragorn's arms, dead.
Shocked by Gimli's death, Aragorn and Legolas let themselves become snatched by the jaws of death as the orc's squadron revealed themselves from the woods.
Sam pulled himself to his feet, still weak with grief and looked outside to the battlefield. Even from where he was, he could see Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli. He watched in despair as they met a macabre death by a group of orcs. He knew then that he did not have any chance of returning to the Shire alive. He knew that Merry and Pippin were dead as well, since Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli died filled with grief and hopelessness. He knew that Gandalf would have fulfilled his purpose in this world after this war and would leave soon after. He knew that he now had no place in this world without the Fellowship, especially without Frodo.
Grimly, he walked to the edge of the fiery chasm of Mount Doom and looked down. With an empty void in his heart, he flung himself into the abyss of evil.
With the One Ring destroyed, Middle-Earth was rescued from the brink of destruction, but with a terrible price. Aragorn, the last of the Numenoreans, was gone, leaving the race of Men leaderless once more. The Elves of Mirkwood fell into grief with the loss of their Prince. The Dwarves mourned over Gimli's passing. The Shire was never the same when it learned that four noble Hobbits had died in a war for all of Middle-Earth, including the Shire. Gandalf did all he could after the war ended to comfort and console the world about its loss, but eventually, he too left the world.
With time, Middle-Earth recovered and went on with its life. Elves continued to leave for the Gray Havens; Hobbits continued to be ignored and ignored the rest of the land; Dwarves still hunted for treasure in their mountains; and Men grew in power with a new, chosen leader. Slowly, the story of the One Ring and the Fellowship of the Ring was considered a myth and was forgotten.
Little did the world know, the bond of the Fellowship was vital to Middle-Earth in the future. Although Sauron and his evil were destroyed, darkness was never truly gone from the world. Middle-Earth continued on for five thousand years in peace and evolved into a world almost devoid of true magic and had an absolute belief that it did not exist in the past. Men ruled the new Middle-Earth, but it needed more than Men to fight off the new evil that was lurking in the shadows. It had developed into a world just like ours; a world of greed and technology concealing the subtle magic of bravery, valour and friendship. Little did it know, darkness was awakening again and a Fellowship was needed…
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