The end of Sauron led to Consequences beyond Mordor…
The few elementals and draconic decedents felt the control of the Eye end forever, a glorious loosing filling the released minions with euphoria. Disgusted by the lesser being s they'd had to associate with and not even allowed to consume, these powerful entities unleashed their millennia of rage and enmity upon the Dark Men, the Orcs and others around them and to the East, death of the corruption that was not their own.
In Orthanc, as the Army from the north made itself known by swiftly cutting around and sealing the Tower from the outside world, the Eye through which Saruman communicated to the Evil One blazed with burning light that melted layers of skin from the mage, even as the death of Sauron shredded what mental cohesion was left after such physical pain. The vassals and minions of Saruman were no longer unified by a Will, and they turned on each other and made to escape servitude and flung themselves against the Forces of Light, arrows scything them down as an opening was left through which they could attempt freedom. The beasties killed each other instead of the enemy as they sought that one exit leading into the very dark woods of the Ents.
In the South, the far-too-hastily mobilized human hosts were amazed as the Eye destroyed the Council of Kings and Shahs, the fire burning them to death, and they watched as the single Nazgul that had been sent to hurry them forward had dissolved in agony.
One marshal turned to the others, "The Power of the West is clearly restored, and with it possibly a Returned King. Let us the seven marshals wrest these realms and form our own Council of the Grey, centered here in this single city."
"Which of us will rule the others?" another asked neutrally.
"None," said another."
"Who shall be our First, the guider of our gatherings?" yet another considered.
"He Who Was The First To Speak," said the oldest and most experienced, Jethileux of Marat, who also led by a small margin, the largest of the Hosts, "For five years, then we will by secret vote thereafter on this day elect another, and one cannot not First again for at least ten years."
"Agreed," seven voices intoned, and the Council of Grey planned the orderly assumption of the realms.
In Gondor, the Regent shut himself away for two days, his cries off dark madness leading to the recall of his younger son Faramir from a successful raid on the strife-torn fratricidal enemies across the river.
On the third day, a sight took hold of those in Gondor, as the Fellowship drew close and landed upon the Royal grounds high up in the City. Faramir ran forth and embraced his brother Boromir in greeting.
"How come you here, brother, and what news have you about the Enemy?" Faramir pressed, "Three days ago, our father fell to madness and has sealed himself in the Tower, ordering his guards to keep us out."
"Brother, the Ring has been destroyed, and I bring with us Aragorn, King of Gondor, recognized as such by the Rangers, the Elves and the Dwarves as well as the Wizard known as Gandalf the White. Sauron is dead and most of Mordor with him," Boromir spoke loud and clear so all could hear, "Our King has returned at last, and has led us to the destruction of our enemy."
Silence, then cheers broke out, as the words began spreading throughout the concerned populous that had feared their devastation in war.
"Come," Boromir said, "Now we will seek out father and see about restoring lands lost to their rightful liege,"
It had taken only two more days for the transfer of Regency to Boromir based on the clear incapacity of his father due to an Eye. And the first and only act of his reign was to announce the Return of The King.
The Eye glowed for a moment as they considered its destruction, when a voice from under its cover broke them from the discussion.
"Hello?" the female voice came, "I thought I heard Xander, but I guess we got the wrong Eye, Tara."
Alexander drew back the cloth and saw Dawn's face looking at him, beaming, "Xander! I love you! Is everything okay?"
"Xander?" Willow asked, squeezing tightly so that both her and Tara would be seen, albeit cramped, next to Dawn, "are you alright? We were worried."
"Y-yeah," Tara added with a happy smile.
"I'm fine, girls, Aragorn's King of Gondor now," he told them as the Fellowship and King's Council quieted in the background, "I guess since you're talking to us on the Eye thingy, Saruman's not a problem?"
Tara shuddered, and Dawn spoke up first, "No he's dead, and good riddance, the things he did to Life…"
"Hey, it's over, he's gone, the Elves can help make that place Natural again, though it might take time," he assured her, gently touching the sphere, "Have you moved beyond Orthanc yet?"
"We'll get going tomorrow," Willow smiled at him, "We had to make sure the things that ran into the Ent forest wouldn't be coming back out. Hey, we met the Ents today!"
"That's great, Wills, see if you can get us a few barrels of that Ent drink, huh? It'd be nice to take some of it home with us."
"Are we going to meet you in Rohan?"
He looked to the Eagles and Aragorn, who nodded, "If our Valued Eagle Allies would lend us their assistance?" The Eagles nodded graciously, liking this being in the Councils of Decision and not simply bothered by egg-thieves or feather sweepers. "We will arrive in three days' time, we are setting things ready in case enemy confusion pours across the borders."
"Okay, hey, Arwen wants to speak with Aragorn, so bye all."
"Bye girls," Alexander bid, then turned to the room, "Okay, you heard her, clear the room, Her Future Majesty wishes to speak to His Majesty. Shoo!"
Aragorn and the others, especially those who remembered young love, chuckled and made their way out to awaiting food and drink.