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A.N.: I forgot to say it last chapter: updates would be (hopefully) once a week.
.2.
They were fighting like none of them could ever remember fighting before. Many of the enemy's foul soldiers already lay dead to their feet, next to the unfortunate men whose life has ended – but they still came in overwhelming waves. There appeared to be no end to the enemy's servants.
And then, the worst of all came stepping out of the dark land.
A gigantic black figure, dressed in heavy armor and helm, holding a broad steel sword in his right hand. On his left, a golden ring with writings that seemed to be made of fire. Sauron had his ring.
"Are you sure about that hope?" Eomer asked Gandalf, fearful of both the answer and situation. After hearing just how important this thing is, after all the stories of the second age and Aragorn and Gandalf's tales of how evil it really was, he seriously considered running away from battle for the first time in his life, screaming "every man to his fate".
But the answer he received was no more than a simple "always". This time though, everyone saw he was looking at the elf as he said "You know what must be done. It is time for that pendant to show its worth under the sun!" Legolas turned his face to look at the dark lord, who was laughing while striking his sword down on anyone who dared to get to close. Returning his eyes to the wizard, he spoke: "Mithrandir... against the one..."
"You have to try! It is a remnant of the ages of the stars, when your kin were in their prime. You must at least try!"
Legolas looked as if he was about to answer, but it was Aragorn's voice that spoke: "May I inquire as to what exactly you are talking about? We are in the midst of war!" And, as if in order to prove the point, he turned to deflect a strike to his back.
"We are discussing weapons." replied Gandalf, somewhat frustrated by the situation.
"Even I do not know for sure what it can and cannot do", said Legolas, "but I will try. There is no other chance for us."
"Good!" But then, the white wizard seemed to remember something, and he asked "You do know how to work it, right?" Legolas gave him a soft smile and said "The knowledge should be in my mind. I need only focus." With a nod, the Istar turned back to battle. Legolas closed his eyes and bowed his head.
Sauron's thundering voice broke above the sounds of battle. "Is there anyone still mindless enough to rise against me?" As he cried this, the soldiers only moved farther away from his advancing form. He laughed at this – the cowardice of these people – and continued speaking: "Well? Is there none to stand against me?" his voice was smug, certain he knew the answer.
"I will." The surprisingly calm (yet strong) voice belonged to the elf prince, whose head was still turned downwards. "I will stand against you – and may Eru and the valar show their will!"
Gimly looked at him as if he was crazy (more than usual, that is) and bellowed "What! Are you feeling well elf, 'cause ye sure ain't sounding like it! 'Tis suicide!"
"No it isn't, Gimly. I know what I am doing." And without waiting for an answer, he walked forward, enemies and allies both letting him pass.