Chapter 3 The Conquest
"Push forward!" Admiral Niem shouted to his troops as they pushed through the Black Gate.
The Orcs were putting up quite a good fight even though the Imperials had superior technology. They had figured out to attack the Stormtroopers at the joints between the armor. Meanwhile, Darth Vader was cutting his way towards Barad-Dûr.
"Sauron,"using the force he reached out telepathically to the great sorcerer.
At the top of the tower Sauron could hear Darth Vader speaking to him through his mind.
"Who are you?" Sauron demanded. "Are you an elf that you speak to me through my mind?"
'I am Darth Vader. Come down and fight me!'
"Pretty big talk for a guy in a black suit," Sauron responded, his dark voice echoing through the halls. "Don't you know what I am?"
'I know you carry the One Ring, and I want it!'
Sauron laughed and glanced down at the bottom of his tower.
"You think that you can take the One Ring away from me?"
'You have too much faith in your own power Sauron. Your ancient customs are nothing compared to the power of the force!'
"We'll see about that," Sauron said, grabbing his mace.
The stone doors to Barad-Dûr opened slowly as Darth Vader waited. Then, a mighty armor clad warrior stepped out from the darkness, his iron boots crushing the rocks beneath them as he faced down the Dark Lord of the Sith.
"So you have come," Darth Vader ignited his lightsaber slowly. "To meet your destiny."
"Or to see yours," Sauron raised his mace.
The Necromancer swung his mace, sending a powerful wave of magic upon his adversary, a wave that would have knocked out at least ten men. Expecting his enemy to be pulverized, Sauron turned back triumphantly, before he saw Darth Vader standing there with his hand held out, as if using it to deflect the energy.
"Bow before the Dark Side of the Force," Darth Vader swung his lightsaber.
Sauron drew his mace up and caught the mighty energy weapon against it, before sweeping around to strike again. Darth Vader, wielding the force and his lightsaber parried the mace, and reposted towards Sauron's chest. Sauron roared, knocking the blow aside before kicking Darth Vader in the shin, knocking him backwards. Darth Vader fell backwards to the ground and Sauron ran forward to deliver the final blow. The Sith Lord threw up a hand suddenly, and Sauron felt a strong energy grab ahold of him. Then, Darth Vader's hand moved forward slightly, sending Sauron flying backwars, where he slammed into the stone wall of his fortress. Darth Vader rose to his feet slowly and walked slowly towards the Necromancer.
"Give me the One Ring Sauron," he said, holding his hand out. "And I will let you live."
Sauron raised his head up, dazed.
"This has just begun," he hissed, before looking up.
Darth Vader followed his gaze to see five Ringwraiths standing on the rock ledge above them.
"We shall meet again!" Darth Vader then turned and walked off towards his army.
His army had forced the Orcs back through the Gateway, but Darth Vader knew that it wouldn't be long before Sauron pulled another trick out of his sleeve and surprised the Sith Lord once again.
"Retreat to outside of the Gates," Darth Vader said to Admiral Niem. "If Sauron will not fight, then we shall take everything that is his first!"
"An army advances on our position sir," the soldier of Gondor said.
Isildur looked up fearfully.
"No," he whispered. "It is too early. Sauron..."
"Not Sauron," the soldier said. "A massive army of men dressed in strange white armor, and mighty siege weapons. They demand that we surrender our country to them."
Isildur looked up at the soldier, his eyes filling with fear.
"We cannot battle both Mordor and this new army. It is hopeless."
"But we cannot surrender..." the soldier whispered, tears coming to his eyes. "The silver trumpets of Gondor must ring again!"
"You can tell the white army that I'll walk through hellfire before I will bow to their wishes!" Isildur cried.
The Stormtrooper awakened slowly to the sound of heavenly voices. Slowly he lifted his head up from the soft white pillow and realized that he'd been stripped of his body armor. He had been dressed in a soft silken material. He now lay on a soft bed, graced with gossamer sheets, more like air than cloth. In the distance he heard singing.
"Do not stand," a gentle voice filled his ears, soothing his pain.
He turned to see a tall and beautiful girl, glowing like white gold, shrouded in the early morning sunlight. Her golden hair gleamed in the light of dawn like golden rays of sunlight. He was awestruck by her beauty. She seemed to know this, and smiled faintly.
"I am Galadriel," she said. "Welcome to Lothlorien."
"You are not..."
"The one who saved you?" Galadriel looked up. "No. But it was my voice that you heard speaking to you in your head Mr. John Espara."
"So it really did happen," he whispered.
Galadriel turned and looked down the corridor silently. It was then that John caught a glimpse of her ear, for it was pointed.
"What are you?" he asked.
"I am an elf maiden," she replied. "And what are you? I have never met a human who wore such armor or who carried such strange weapons."
"Stormtrooper," John said. "I am a soldier of the Galactic Empire."
"You came through the Gateway that Sauron opened," Galadriel said. "But what is your purpose in this world John Espara?"
He closed his eyes, remembering the conquest that Admiral Dugal had described to them.
"We came to..." he stopped, realizing that he was speaking with one of the very people whom they had come to enslave, "...explore this new world."
Galadriel smiled.
"What happened to me?" John said, wincing as his shoulder throbbed.
"You were stabbed with a Morgul blade," Galadriel explained. "The blade of the Nazgûl, the servants of Sauron."
"Sauron?"
"Yes. The evil Necromancer, lord of Mordor. The forger of the One Ring."
"What is this One Ring?" the Stormtrooper asked.
Galadriel suddenly turned, and caught the glimpse of another elf maiden walking in from the hallway. She smiled softly, and turned to face the fair elf who walked in beside her. This elf was shorter than Galadriel was and looked younger.
"This is Verana," Galadriel introduced the other elf, who blushed lightly and smiled. "She saved your life."
"Thank you," John said.
"She will explain everything to you," Galadriel said, before exiting the room.
John watched Galadriel leave, his mind still muddled by all of this. What strange creatures these people were, these elves. Galadriel could have been much older than him for all he knew, but she was still very beautiful. But not in a romantic sense, she was beautiful as a sunset is beautiful, beautiful as the moon is beautiful. He would never describe her as being pretty, or cute, and neither would he hope of dating or marrying her.
"I'm supposed to watch over you," Verana said quietly, sitting in a chair beside his bed.
The stormtrooper looked her over. She too had pointed ears, and had skin as pale as white light. Her simple dress was made of the same silky material that he had been dressed in. She too, was beautiful, but more in the traditional way.
"And I'm supposed to answer your questions," she said. "The One Ring is a powerful relic created by the Dark Lord Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom. In it he poured his cruelty and his will to dominate Middle Earth. The world. They say that the ring is all together evil and can only be wielded by the Dark Lord himself."
"Darth Vader wants the ring," John sat up slowly in his bed.
"I'm afraid he will not be able to wield it," Verana said. "For only one as strong as Sauron can truly control it."
"Darth Vader's strong," John continued. "Besides the Emperor he is the last known man who can use the Force."
"Force?" Verana looked over at him.
"Its a... a sort of religion I suppose," John said. "Or... that's how it is regarded, but in truth I don't think it has anything to do with the supernatural."
"And this Darth Vader is the man you serve?" Verana asked.
"Yes," John said.
Verana smiled faintly.
"Come with me," she stood slowly and beckoned for John to follow.
John stood up and looked around for his shoes.
"You will not need shoes in Lothlorien," Verana said, and he then noticed that her feet were bare as well. "You will never find softer ground anywhere else in the world."
In a moment the battle was over. Peasants screamed and hid in their homes as Stormtroopers marched through the once great city of Gondor. Isildur and his armies had retreated not long ago, heading back towards Rivendell, hoping to receive aid from Elrond and the elves. Admiral Dugal on the other hand quickly had renamed the White City after himself. But he wasn't finished there. Leaving a small skeleton crew behind in the city Dugal took his army and marched across Gondor, fighting off all remaining resistance.
General Agravas was proud to now tell his master about how the Imperials had retreated back to ouside the gates. But being a Gobling Agravas knew that it hadn't been the ferocity of his army that had driven the Stormtroopers back. If he had been an Orc he may believe something like this, but Agravas was wiser than this. Sauron knew it to, and he did not look pleased.
"Darth Vader..." he murmured as he glared out over the horizon. "What is it that you are planning."
Sauron knew that the Sith Lord would not give up that easily.
"I want to know exactly what he is doing," Sauron said. "I know that I cannot fight a two front war between him and Gondor."
"But Gondor has been taken," Agravas said. "These Imperials have driven Isildur and his forces out."
"What!" Sauron looked up. "Do they intend to take all of Middle Earth from me? Have they reached Rohan yet?"
Sauron had taken control of Rohan a while ago.
"Not yet," the goblin replied. "But the Imperials will no doubt push their way North after they take Gondor."
Sauron's eyes flashed.
"Ready my armies," Sauron demanded. "I will not let Darth Vader take Rohan from me!"
So what do you think so far? Now Vader has turned his forces upon Middle Earth, which is Sauron's job according to him. So now the battle will really get started. Please leave a nice review telling me what you think so far and suggestions or comments and criticism.