Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings is property of Tolkien and there are many references throughout to Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. I only own what you do not recognize. The character Chinky is not meant to cause offence and is named after a real horse whose name has been shortened from a Fiat Cinquecento (Chinky – Chento).

Authors Note: Here is the second part of the chapter that I posted on Friday. As I said, it was originally one big chapter but I decided to cut it into two. Well here we are nearly at the end. According to my calendar if I post twice weekly this story will be finished by the end of July, easily. Although loyal readers will know by now to never take my word on updates (really sorry). But I'm so close to finishing its unreal!

Have fun!

Chapter 46: The end of all things

Amy sighed as she stood beside Aragorn. The King of Men looked at her and reached to place a hand on her shoulder. "Of an elvish mother and a Maiar father, no wonder you are so powerful my Little Warrior. Let us hope that your power comes through. I need you at my side."

"I am at your side, I always will be. My parentage means nothing, you still taught me to wield a sword, and so you can thank yourself for my skill." She said turning Moridin to face the army of Light. "We shall fight on foot. This is no place for a horse, even ones so brave as these."

Aragorn nodded and hopped off Brego signalling that the others should do the same. Once every man had dismounted they ran up or crossed stirrups and tied their reins so that they would not get caught on anything.

"You cannot fight in this battle Moridin. It is beyond even your capabilities." Amy said resting her head on the metal plate on his head, avoiding the spike.

"What would you have me do?"

"Take the horses to the fields of Cormellen, there I wish you to await our return. If we are not back by tomorrow afternoon come here. If the sounds have battle are all gone collect our bodies and take them back to Minas Tirith." Amy said as calmly as she could.

"Do not ask this of me master. I will fight; do not ask me to wait for your body to be found." Moridin said, emotion hitching his voice.

"Go Moridin." Amy said before gently using flows of Spirit to influence his thoughts. She watched with tears in her eyes as he calmly walked away leading the rest of the horses behind him. By the time he realised what had happened it would be too late for him to join the slaughter.

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Gandalf looked across the warriors fidgeting in front of him. They were scared. They had every right to be, the army before them could not be beat. Now many also thought that all hope was lost for they had heard the conversation with the Mouth. Many believed Frodo to be dead, and without him there was little hope. "They need your courage now Aragorn, speak to them."

Aragorn nodded before pulling out Andúril and holding it aloft. "Hold your ground. Hold you ground. Sons of Gondor, Rohan, the dwarves and Elder, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails. When we forsake all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields and when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight. For all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand Men, elves and dwarves of the West!"

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The ground shook as Mordor's army continued pouring out of the great black gates. Aragorn stood and looked at the great eye, behind him were Merry and Pippin, both with swords unsheathed and with a look in their eye that said they knew they were facing their death.

A dry voice filled the fields. "Aragorn, Elessar, it takes more than a broken elvish blade to become a King."

With one last look at the company behind him Aragorn raised his sword. "For Frodo." With that he charged forward.

Two identical screams of 'Frodo!' filled the air as Merry and Pippin both charged forward. The rest of the army took this as their cue and surged forward as well. The two small little hobbits getting passed easily. The dwarves hit the line of Orcs first, Gimli was right; no one could beat a dwarf at a dead sprint.

The sound of hundreds and thousands of blades crashing filled Amy's ears as she watched the battle from a small tussock. Mist seemed to cloud her vision and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. An invisible hand reached out and stroked her cheek. 'All will be well my daughter.'

The fog cleared and Amy raised her hands earth erupted under the Orcs and fire blazed from her fingertips. "For Frodo. For my father." She yelled as she unsheathed the dragon sword and leapt down into the battle.

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The battle had raged for what seemed like hours, no quarter was given and the forces of light were being pushed back further away from the gates, as more Orcs swarmed out of the tainted land.

Legolas narrowed his eyes as he twirled his two blades around, the young elf Damer still at his back, never letting a single shot through. He saw Aragorn up ahead and cringed as the man was hit with a huge mallet from a troll. They were loosing even despite Amy's constant fire balls and earthquakes. He knew she was scared of drawing too much power, and without Moridin here to ground her she had a reason to be frightened.

Gritting his teeth he swung his bow using it like a staff and battled his way over to her, being careful not to get too close. "Amy we need help."

"I'm working on it. I need to have a couple of seconds where I'm not getting attacked. Give me that and I can get help." Amy said swinging the large sword faster than the eye could see.

Not knowing what she planned on doing Legolas nodded anyway. Calling out quickly in elvish he created a circle around her. With her safely in the circle he watched what she was doing out the corner of his eye. Not knowing whether she was going to summon something out of the air or finally give in and draw more of her power. Instead she raised her right arm in the air and held the dragon marked sword aloft blue and red flames shot up its length into the sky.

"RAKEN!"

For a minute nothing happened, then from the West came a primeval roar. All eyes turned briefly and there swooping down low out of the clouds were nine dragons, with the large red and gold Raken at their head.

"You called and we came my daughter. Climb on; we shall fight like our fathers of old!"

Legolas smiled then started laughing as Amy leapt up and landed on a red and gold wing before climbing to sit just behind the long neck. Huge fire balls came from the dragons as they ripped through the Orc army. Long legs and claws hauling up trolls and throwing them down again.

Finally Legolas saw Amy draw in her full power.

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The fighters looked up as they saw the dragons fly over head. Some had been scared yet when Amy had jumped up onto ones back and started riding on it, now they cheered. The tide had been turned in this battle.

She looked like one of the goddess' of old, satin black hair streaming out behind her as she flew through the sky on a legendary dragon. Fire lanced at her finger tips and her laughter filled the battle field, bringing joy to all that heard it.

As they revelled in their joy a shriek filled the air. All the fighters turned their heads towards Barad-dûr as they watched the almighty eye implode and the giant tower came crumbling to the ground.

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Frodo lay helplessly on the rocky outcrop looking up into the sky. Sam's hand was tightly clasped in his they would lay here until death came. Surrounding them was a sea of molten larva and the sky reflected that. The pain coming from his missing finger was nothing compared to the knowledge of what could have happened.

As he gazed up into the smoky red sky three shadows approached through the near toxic clouds. Their wings glittered and sparkled in the setting sun, their lofty appearances not registering in his torn mind. He made no noise as they swept closer and one picked him up in gentle claws. In a distant corner of his mind he noticed that Sam was no longer holding his hand, but also being carried by one of these winged beasts.

He finally thought that the end had come and he was being carried away to the halls of his fathers where he could be forever in peace. The serene silence was broken with the soft singing of an elvish voice.

Frodo smiled. Here he was at the end of all things.