Disclaimer: They all belong to Tolkein sniff. Not me sniff-sniff. I have no one... :(
A.N.: I decided not to keel Sauron when the ring is destroyd. It always seemed to me as too easy (relatively speaking, of coarse, and way too convient. Thanks and hugs to all of my reviewrs, and I hope you will enjoy this one too!
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The eagles moved out of the way, as the wraiths caught fire. Sauron's roar of hate, pain and anger was such that his voice carried above the crumbling stone and steel of the tower. Its malice so grate, that even as he lost his physical shape his attack grew in power out of hate and fury alone.
Legolas stumbled back, concentrating all his power and will on the shadow in front of him. The men of the west, as if awakening from a trance when they saw the hordes of Mordor fleeing in confusion, started to pursue them.
Gimli was just finishing off another orc, when he caught a glimpse of his friend. Panic wiped the triumph out of his heart as he noticed the elf was barely standing, his body shining brighter than the sun. he was trembling, sweat wetting his brow.
"Legolas!" Gimli did not know what he could do but shout, standing too far from his ready-to-collapse friend. His cry, as useless as he thought it to be, caught the wizard's attention. Eyes growing wide, he ran to the weakening prince, not completely sure what for, but fully intending to achieve this goal. It will reveal itself to him eventually.
But he wasn't the only one to hear the dwarf's shout.
Legolas heard it, a distant sound from a sea of quiet and numbness. Somewhere in the time of his battle against the shadow and flame of the dark lord, he forgot others were around. Now he remembered the dwarf. He will not fail in front of him. Not out of pried alone he decided this, though the Thranduilion did not lack in it either. He simply knew that if he did, and survived, he will never hear the end of it... Helm's Deep was bad enough!
And so, with this thought, he gave all he had left in a final burst of power. For a second, all that happened was the forming of what appeared to be thin veins of light across the shadow the dark maia now was. Then, as if it was a knife, Sauron was torn to pieces, giving one final scream.
Wind came from the west, banishing the small black clouds far to east – and far from each other.
Gandalf reached Legolas just in time to catch him. Legolas slowly opened his eyes when he felt a hand holding him, and lowering him gently to the ground.
"Well my boy," the wizard started, trying to encourage the half- conscience body in his arms "he's gone and done- for. I always said the Oropherions were stubborn enough to wake the dead with a command, and this quality only appears to grow with every generation. How you manage dealing with each other is a puzzle to me."
Legolas tried moving his mouth, but was too weak to speak. Swallowing the lamp in his throat, he tried again: "The hobbits..." was all he managed to say, his voice no more than a whisper, but Gandalf understood. Admiring the young archer's heart – and not for the first time – he said only "are sent for", completing the other's sentence.
Legolas remand conscience only long enough to see Gwaihir flying to Barad- Dur before the tower will collapse completely, Aragorn on his back. Then, he closed his eyes, too tired to keep them open.