A/N: Hey, I updated! Ha! Guys, I am definitely feeling a writing streak coming on. Anyone else read my "Hobbit" fanfic yet? Gotten good reviews so far and will be writing chapter 2 tonight!

I went to see The Impossible today... ohmygod... I could not stop crying for like 2 hours. Dead serious. It's a great movie though.

FINALLY GOT TO WRITE MY FAVORITE SCENE FROM THE ENTIRE TRILOGY! The lighting of the beacons(: When I first started watching these, and we popped ROTK into the DVD player, I couldn't wait for that scene, and the music from this scene is my favorite.

Anyways, scores of today's chapter, "The Lighting of the Beacons". But, it will start from the time 3:52, then do a "pause", then "start again at _" thing. And "Osgiliath Invaded (feat. Ben del Maestro)", it will start at

DC: I own anything you DON'T recognize.

Happy one day late birthday JRR Tolkien!

Chapter 5:

Pippin and Gen maneuvered their way around people and up stairs. It had been a quiet walk for the two, and Gen often found herself running to catch up with Pippin.

"Pip, this is crazy," she whispered as they turned down an alley. He ignored her, eyes set on Gandalf's instructions and the path ahead.

She rolled her eyes, "Where are we even going?" She asked as Pippin now pointed up. Gen looked up, a large cliff stood before her, and they had to climb up it. The two looked at each other, then back up. They had to, and so they did.

After a few slips and slides, the two finally made it to the base of the beacon, Gen thought it was a bonfire perhaps? What she did not know, or Pippin, is that this would be a turning point in the war. Maybe not even that, it would be a spark, that would set a fire.

Hoisting himself up, then helping Gen up, the two stood staring at the beacon, not sure what to do. Looking over, they saw two guards talking to each other, not even paying attention to what was ahead. Gen made a gesture for him to stay quiet, then pointed to the top of the beacon, where an oil lamp hung. He nodded, and asked for her to help him boost up.

After hoisting him up, he climbed to the top, then froze. Gen began to panic as he reached up and the lamp seemed to break, oil pouring down the beacon.

(Start "The Lighting of the Beacons" at 3:52)

It was too late before she realized that the lamp had been burning, and now the beacon began to as well. Pippin smiled to himself in satisfaction for a moment, before Gen harshly hissed at him to get down.

Now the two began to climb down slowly, stopping to listen to the guards gasp in astonishment. Sniggering to themselves, they began to climb back down. The beacon now was burning brightly and the heat blazed from it. Orange and yellow flames licked the air, the light bouncing off of the two hobbits watching as they slowly descended.

Gandalf smiled to himself from below, barely making out the outlines of the two hobbits climbing down the cliff. He rode out to a nearby parapet, where soldiers stood obliviously. In his heart, he was hoping that the call for help would reach Rohan quickly, they needed the help soon. 'Hobbits are amazing creatures, truly.' He thought to himself. Frodo entered his mind, and now he wished for the signal to travel even faster.

Gandalf now watched to another mountain, "Amon Dîn," he whispered.

Faintly, a small light could be seen growing larger in the distant mountains. He smiled to himself, the spark had begun a fire. Some soldiers around him now looked up, and some stared at the light, others gasped in surprise. One soldier even took off to go find Denethor.

"The beacon! The beacon of Amon Dîn is lit!" A soldier cried out now, as every soldier began to gasp in astonishment.

Denethor watched from a nearby window, boiling with rage and anger. Who had done this without his saying?

"Hope is kindled!" Gandalf cried out, as now you could clearly see more beacons being lit. Even the two hobbits grinned as they ran through the streets to find the wizard. For they knew something was beginning.

"Pippin, I have a good feeling about this." Gen said to him as they paused in their running to look up. The beacon burned brightly, and the many others followed it.

"You think, we've done something big?" He asked as she nodded.

"I think so, Pippin." They jumped as some guards shouted and ran past them, running up to alert Lord Denethor. Smiling at each other, they took off again.

The two didn't even know that their three friends out there, going to Mordor, would be needing this. No one would have thought of it, but it would help.

Over the mountains, the signal was sent. Beacon after beacon was lit, a signal being called. Men watching guard jumped to their feet at the sight of the fire in the distance. All because of two small hobbits. In the night the signal travelled, and on into day. The fire was burning, spreading, fueling, bringing hope. Those that saw the light smile to themselves. Help was on the way.

The enemy was going to be in for a surprise, no doubt. The fire was spreading.

Aragorn and Laura sat outside, Laura shooting apples that Aragorn was setting up for her on a railing.

"Good!" He cried out, placing another one higher up from where he sat smoking.

"Almost as good as Legolas," she joked, shooting down the next one.

He laughed, "Better! But we won't be telling him I've said that," he added as he placed another one. Laura smiled and shot it down again. Aragorn smiled at her, she was like the sister he had never had. The two had grown closer now, especially ever since he had returned from his "death".

(Pause the music wherever you are)

"You know, I've been thinking about my arrows lately." Laura mused as she now shot down an apple he threw into the air.

He stared at her quizzically, "How so?"

Laura sighed and reloaded her quiver with another set of practice arrows, "I've been thinking, every time I run my finger along the feathers," she paused and looked into the distance, "If I'll have to kill someone with it. The arrow I am touching."

Aragorn nodded, he knew the feeling. Even he had felt it when he was given his first sword.

"I hope you will not have to kill." He said to her as she nodded. Now Aragorn smiled and picked up another apple.

"Think you can hit them?" He asked, pointing in the direction he was going to throw. Instead of one apple, now he pulled three. Laura thought about it and nodded. Notching the arrow, he nodded, as did she.

"Ready."

One by one, the apple went into the air. And one after the other, she shot all three down. Though, after the first one, Laura grinned and let out a cheer, as did Aragorn. Then, she kept her gaze where she had shot the last arrow down.

"Laura, you've improved. Legolas will be proud!" Aragorn encouraged as he watched her smile fade.

"Laura?"

Now, she pointed without making any noise, "Something is burning!" She said as now he looked alarmingly into the distance. He joined her next to her, and saw what she did.

(Start "The Lighting of the Beacons again at 5:41)

Aragorn patted her arm and began to sprint back as she turned confusedly, "Wait! What is that?" She called out as she caught up to him finally. The two skipped steps as they ran up to the Rohan palace.

"Gondor!" He said to her as they ran in.

Laura still looked puzzled, but Aragorn ran in ahead of her.

"The beacons of Minas Tirith!" He shouted, bursting through the door. Everyone turned to look at him, "The beacons are lit!"

Legolas, Gimli, Merry and Diamond walked in as well. Laura stood next to a panting Aragorn, "Gondor calls for aid!" He called out as Laura now nodded in understanding. Diamond and Merry exchanged looks of confusion.

Theoden now looked to the ground. This was it, he had to make a choice.

Join in the war? Or stay, and protect his people as best he could?

He looked back up, everyone turning to him as he nodded, "And Rohan will answer!"

Aragorn and Laura smiled in relief and turned to hug each other. Legolas smiled and Gimli let out a cheer, the two hobbits now understanding it was to war they were going. Diamond felt a little sick, but Merry was smiling and couldn't feel any happier.

"Muster the Rohirrim!" Theoden ordered with a smile, Legolas joined Laura and the two pecked on the lips. Eomer sounded the call for the Rohirrim, and the city was buzzing. Theoden was shouting orders, "Assemble the army at Dunharrow, as many men as can be found. You have two days!" Theoden told Eomer, who nodded.

"On the third, we ride for Gondor."

Laura helped Diamond find the right sword, "It's so small, but sharp. It'll do good." Laura said as Diamond nodded. She had barely spoken a word since Gen and Pippin had left.

"You ready for this?" She asked as Diamond shook her head with wide eyes. Laura threw her friend a sad look and continued helping her pack and suit up. She placed a chest plate over her and looked her friend in the eyes.

"Please, tell me you'll stick with Merry at all times, okay?" She asked as Diamond nodded, "He will take care of you, alright? I even want you two riding on the same horse."

Diamond nodded, then threw her arms around her friend's neck. The two hugged and sat there, until there was a knock at the door.

"Diamond?" Merry asked quietly, "Theoden has given us permission to ride out with him, to fight even! I found a pony big enough for the two of us," he finished as Laura and Diamond nodded. Rustling his hair, Laura smiled at Merry before leaving. He nodded at the elf girl and she left. Merry pulled his friend into a hug.

"I miss them too, more than anything," he whispered as Diamond nodded, tearing up a little.

"We'll see them again," he said as she smiled at him now. He kissed her on the cheek, trying to be friendly, and the two walked out. Before mounting the pony, Diamond gave her service and thanks to Theoden, who smiled at her and thanked her. She grabbed her small sack, sheathed her sword, and swung her shield over her back, as Merry prepared on his own as well.

"Ready?" He asked as she nodded, mustering up some courage. "Right then," he said.

But, the pony did not budge.

"Those arrows are strong," Legolas said to Laura as she swung her legs over her horse. She smiled and nodded.

"Plus, I've been practicing. So I feel confident!" She said, perking up.

Legolas laughed, "But not better than me!" He replied as she chuckled.

"Well, we will just have to see about that!" She exclaimed. The two laughed, then leaned in.

They liked to kiss, a lot.

Smiling, he mounted his horse next to hers, then Gimli rode next to Laura.

"Horse men! I wish I could muster an army of Dwarves, fully armed and filthy!" He examined with pride.

Legolas chuckled, "Your kinsmen may have no need to ride to war. I fear war already marches on their own lands." He said seriously.

Gimli nodded, sighed, then smiled, "Here we go, laddies!" He exclaimed, then noticing the playful glare Laura gave him, he cleared his throat, "And little girl."

"Hey!" She exclaimed as he smiled at her. Then, she patted the rear of the horse he sat on, and it took off to his surprise.

Aragorn mounted his horse, and watched all the men prepare to leave, mounting their own horses. Merry and Diamond were still having some trouble trying to get their pony to move. Even Eowyn was riding out with them.

"Now is the hour, Riders of Rohan! Oaths you have taken. Now fulfill them all, to Lord and Land!" Eomer shouted, letting out a 'hah' as the soldiers now began to gallop out of Edoras. The people stood, watching them go bye.

Even Merry and Diamond rose out with them.

Now it was off to war.

Faramir knew they were losing, terribly. Men were being slaughtered everywhere by the second, and even Ginger was nowhere to be found. Madrid shouted his name, and he killed the orc behind him.

"We can't hold them!" Madrid called out as Faramir sighed, "The city is lost."

Faramir nodded, "Tell the men to break cover! We ride for Minas Tirith." He said, then added, "Find Lady Ginger!" He cried as he too began to search.

(Start "Osgiliath Invaded" at 7:09)

I slaughtered every man that stood in my path, some even recognized me. The orcs were winning, and I smiled to myself. Sauron was winning! Victory! Saruman would have been proud. Now, I stood behind another pillar, ready. I heard more movement, and notched an arrow. Jumping out from behind the pillar, I released the arrow.

Madril.

I landed on the ground, and stared at what I had just done. My arrow had pierced Madril right in his stomach, and sideways a little. He sputtered some blood, and fell to the floor. I was glad no one else was with him. Standing slowly, men and orcs ran around me, the men still thinking I was with them. Madril looked up at me with fear and sorrow.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, then began to run.

Then I heard the an ear piercing scream, and fell to my knees, covering my ears.

"Nazgûl!" Someone cried out. Then more screaming could be heard from the men, it never targeted me. It wiped out groups of soldiers so fast, I barely had time to move out of the way of the flying bodies. I began to run to my horse, Faramir met me.

"Ride to Minas Tirith!" He said as I stood there, confused.

"What?"

"Go." He said and helped me up on my horse. I didn't move.

"Wha-"

"GO!" He ordered, and with that I was off. I maneuvered through the bodies and arrows, closing my eyes as my horse galloped. Now, I looked up. Osgiliath was barely behind me, and a great white city in front of me.

"Faster!" I urged my horse, she let out a whinny and her speed picked up.

Then, a lone figure approached from the horizon. A rider on a white horse, a white rider!

"Gandalf," I growled to myself.

I saw two others with him on his horse, children? My god why?

Then, I called out to him, "Help! Please!" He nodded as we passed, then I stopped my horse abruptly and turned around. What was left of the army was all galloping towards the city on the horses. Several cheered at the sight of Gandalf. Why had I asked for help? The Nazgûl attacked the men from the air, killing any in its path. Faramir led the way.

Then, a bright light. Coming from the staff of Gandalf. He turned slowly and came out front of the army, the light shining brightly. The beasts in the air squealed and began to retreat. I stared, mouth agape. It was beautiful, and I felt safe again.

"The gates!" Gandalf cried to me as the light vanished, and the Nazgûl flew away. I nodded and let out a "heeyah" to get my horse going.

"OPEN THE GATES! OPEN THE GATES!" I shouted, then, the opened quickly just as I entered, the entire army behind me. The soldiers stormed in all around and I watched for Gandalf. He rode in and turned around, the children not seen to me. Faramir rode in as well.

"Mithrandir!" He called out, I stayed a distance away as I listened, "They broke through our defenses, they've taken the bridge and the West bank. Battalions of orcs are crossing the river."

"It is as The Lord Denethor predicted! Long has he foreseen this doom!" Someone cried out. Gandalf scoffed.

"Foreseen and done nothing!" He cried out. Faramir looked down in shame as it seemed.

Then, he looked back up, at the children with Gandalf. Gandalf adjusted a little, "Faramir?" Faramir did not respond, and the children shifted under his gaze.

"This is not the first halfling to have crossed your path," he stated.

Then, I reeled. More hobbits?!

Faramir shook his head, "No." and the two hobbits perked up.

"You've seen Frodo and Sam?" The first hobbit asked.

Then, another voice.

"And Karolyn too?" She asked. I jumped from my horse and slowly walked to them from behind.

"When? Where?" Gandalf asked as the three nervously and happily looked at him.

"In Ithilien, not two days ago. Gandalf-"

"Hey!" I shouted. They all turned to me, and I finally glanced at the hobbits. The hobbit boy stared at me, then his eyes went wide.

But all I could look at was the girl.

My twin sister.

"Genevieve?" My voice cracked as tears ran down my face. Gandalf eyes us suspiciously, with a slight smile.

"GINGER!" She literally screamed and jumped off the horse. She ran to me with such force, we almost fell over as we hugged. Laughing and crying, we sunk to the ground, happy.

I had found her, I wasn't alone anymore.

OMGOMGOMG! They found each other! I am so happy! I hope you are too(:

Why would you murder him, Ginger?!

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