Gandalf and Sirius
They'd entered room after room for about an hour, coming across stray orcs, which they'd kill along the way. They had reached a rather large room, when Sauron walked in. He had a few splotches of blood all over his white robes, which caused Sirius's heart to beat harder.
"Ah, Gandalf, and the other new comer." He smirked.
"Sauron." Gandalf nodded.
"Shall I kill you now, the easy way, or do you chose to suffer?" He asked, raising his staff.
"I will defend myself as needed." He replied, lifting his also. Sirius was vaguely reminded of Dumbledore and Voldemort. They had fought intensely, Sirius occasionally throwing in a spell, but other than that, there was nothing he could do. Gandalf was getting his arse beat, to say the least. Finally, in slow motion, Sauron had sent a spell at Gandalf. It his him square in the chest, and he fell, a far away look in his half-open eyes. Was he dead? I hope not…Merlin, don't be dead…
"well, well, it seems as though your friend has fallen at last. Goodbye, Gandalf the grey." He said, walking over to the slumped, limp form of Gandalf. Suddenly the wind began to blow, slowly at first, but quickly gathering speed and force. Clouds cleared from the sky, and the sun shone intently. Gandalf slowly floated up from the ground, until he hung a good two feet off the ground. Sauron stared on in amazement, mouth agape and momentarily paralyzed. Gandalf looked stronger than ever before, more powerful and amazing.
"I am Gandalf the white." He announced, before thrusting his staff in the air, sending Sauron across the room into a wall, back and forth like a pin-ball machine, until he fell slowly to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, obviously dead. Gandalf fell to the ground, landing gracefully. He stared at his opponent a minute, before turning to Sirius.
"The reign of Sauron is over, let us hope others do not rise and take his place." He said.
"Here, here!" Sirius announced, and they turned and hurried down the stairs to the meeting place where they'd left the hobbits. Harry and the rest were already there, Harry's head resting in a flushed Borimor's lap, a rogue tear on his right cheek. Legolas was on his left, holding the small boy's hand, Aragorn the same on his right.
"I hope you killed him, Gandalf. I hope you slaughtered him painfully, showing no mercy, as he did to Arian." He said vengefully, hatred flashing in his bloodshot eyes.
"Sauron is dead." Was all Gandalf said. Sirius rushed over to his godson's side, and dropped to his knees.
"He's so young. So young. He does not deserve this torture. All he wants is a father, a family, love. That's all. Why do they all torment him? WHY DO THEY!" Borimor demanded.
"We need to take him somewhere fast. We need to get him medicines, rest, we are to far from the Elvin city, where can we go?" Aragorn asked quietly, not taking his eyes from the boy he considered his son.
"My brother. He's not far away, fighting, he can be of help. It is little less than a 2 day walk, if we make haste." Borimor announced. Legolas had remained silent this whole time. Sirius conjured a stretcher and began to float him as they made their was quickly to where Borimor's brother was residing.
Emilia
"I HAVE TO GO AFTER HIM, MOTHER!" she screamed, snatching her pack back from her mother.
"Why must you?" Questioned her mother's quiet voice.
"Because I love him." She whispered, putting her pack on her back.
"you know him for 2 days, you do not know love." She said.
"I am not a child. I know it is he whom my heart belongs. I love him, and you cannot stop me." She said. Her mother sighed in resignation.
"I pray you be careful. You have the stone if you ever need help, and our Elvin horns. Please take care." Her mother said.
"I will, mom." She said, kissing her mother on the cheek and departing. Female elves had natural tracking skills, and Emilia had always used them to the fullest extent. But tracking 4-7 day old tracks was not as easy as it sounds. She was pushing it to the max, but eventually caught up to only 2 days behind the group. She figured that since there was so many, it kept them moving at a rather slow but steady pace.