Hello Everyone, I hope everyone is doing well in these crazy times. But the good news is, I have returned with a new chapter.

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Evinco: I was planning on the Doomslayer just being their during the last alliance, but you have given me some ideas.

Here in this quiet corner of Middle Earth, a feeling of peace could be felt all around. The birds sang their songs as they rested in their perches, the nearby waterfalls flowed ever peacefully nearby, and the trees blossomed all around. The Elven city of Imladris, or more commonly known as Rivindell, was truly a sanctuary free from Sauron's corrupting touch, for all except the Doomslayer. His mind was currently plagued by the events of the previous night. Since he had arrived he knew this world was familiar to him in one way or another, but the reason behind it was not something he liked. The Dark Lord Sauron, the same self-righteous bastard he fought here multiple times over the millennia, was still alive. This discovery filled him with rage at the realization that he had failed to finish the job. But on the bright side, it seems that the bastard Hayden's betrayal gave him the chance to finish what he started. The recent demon incursion could not be ignored, but despite that, they would be crushed like all others, he would rip and tear, until it is done. As he contemplated these past events since helping the four Hobbits bring the Ring here. Speaking of which, he had to admit that he developed a modicum of respect for them, for while they were still understandably intimidated, they did not shrink in his presence like the few UAC employees he encountered. Two of them, which he recognized as Frodo and Sam, were down in the lower courtyard which the balcony he was on overlooked, playing with Lily. The white-furred rabbit had proven instrumental in breaking the Ice, shortly after dealing with the Nazgul. His train of thought was interrupted as the familiar face of Lord Elrond graced his field of vision. The lord of Rivendell, with long, raven hair, framing his youthful face, and red and white flowing robes joined him on the balcony and directed his gaze at the hobbits as he spoke. "The young hobbit has endured much on his journey here."

It was at that moment that a third individual joined them wearing grey robes and taking on the physical appearance of an old yet wise man with a long white beard and hair. The wizard known as Gandalf the Grey then offered his input. "Even now, I regret having put this burden on Frodo. It is one he should never have had to bear."

The Doomslayer placed his left hand on the wizard's shoulder before inquiring. "If I might ask, how exactly did Frodo come across the Ring in the first place?"

A tired sigh escaped the wizards mouth before he gave his answer. "The Ring remained under Isildur's possession after Sauron's defeat, him having fallen to its influence."

The Doomslayer was glad to know that the son of a bitch Sauron was defeated, but was deeply disappointed in Isildur, the boy had so much potential to. But such was irrelevant now as those events were long past. His train of thought was then interrupted as Gandalf continued speaking. "But he did not possess the Ring for long, he perished in an Orc ambush where the Ring was then lost for centuries, until it was picked up by the creature Gollum."

Gollum, that sounded like a bad throat condition, but the Doomslayer decided not to interrupt as Gandalf continued speaking. "And it was mere decades ago when the Ring came into the possession of Frodo's uncle Bilbo Baggin's and only a week ago since Frodo had taken possession of it."

The Doomslayer quickly gave a reply as he made his way back into the library the balcony connected to, Gandalf and Elrond following close behind. "Although I did not ask for the added exposition, it is a shame that Isildur fell to the bastard's corruption. The boy had so much potential to."

Elrond had a solemn look on his face as he responded to that statement. "I bear some of the blame for this, instead of taking the Ring to Mount Doom myself, I accompanied Isildur there and implored him to destroy it. I failed to realize how easily men can fall to its influence."

"The actions of one do not define the species, for I have seen great resolve in humanity. Regardless, these events are long past, what matters now is why is that Ring not being taken to Mordor already?"

Rather than answer him outright, the master of Rivendell bagan to walk, bidding the Doomslayer and Gandalf to follow. No words were exchanged throughout their trek through the house until they reached a balcony overlooking the front gate which led into the forest that surrounded the city. Upon arriving, Elrond answered the question. "Under normal circumstances, I would agree with your statement. The Ring certainly cannot stay here, Sauron's forces are massing in the east, his eye is fixed on Rivendell."

The Doomslayer quickly and subtly turned his attention towards where he knew Sauron was looking and flipped him the bird as Elrond continued speaking. "And now Saruman, I hear has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin."

Gandalf sighed at this statement before speaking once more. "His treachery runs deeper than we knew. Deep within the bowels of Isengard, he has crossbred Orcs and Goblin men to create a new army, one that can move in the sunlight and travel great distances without fatigue."

The Doomslayer was quick to respond with a bored tone in his voice. "You say that like I'm supposed to be terrified."

Elrond, despite dreading what Gandalf said, expected this answer from the Doomslayer, and gave his reply. "Of course you would not be concerned with this, but the rest of us here on Middle Earth do not share your power and abilities. Not even the Elves can stand against both Mordor and Isengard. The Ring cannot stay here."

"And that is exactly why the Ring needs to be taken to Mt. Doom and destroyed A.S.A.P. Which reminds me, you still haven't answered my question."

At that moment, various riders began coming through the gate, the first group of riders were men wearing garb the Doomslayer recognized as that of Gondor. The one leading them was a bearded man with red hair wearing dark trousers over dark leather boots, across his torso was a set of chain mail with dark red tunics both under and over. A dark brown cloak over his shoulders along with brown leather gloves finished his outfit. The second group consisted of Elves clad in garb less regal than that of their Imladris kin, one blonde-haired elf in particular stood out with tunics and a cloak of various shades of green and brown. Finally, a party of dwarves ventured into the city, each of the stout, bearded individuals wore tunics of varied colors over their armor, the apparent leader wearing a brownish red tunic and had a beard of similar color. As these new arrivals got acquainted with their surroundings, Elrond took the opportunity to speak. "The plight of the Ring belongs to all of Middle Earth. And it is up to them to decide what to do with it."

The Doomslayer did not like the answer he was just given, letting his irritation show in his voice as he responded. "You mean to tell me that instead of going ahead and destroying the damn Ring while you still have the chance, you're gonna waste valuable time and have a fucking debate!?"

Elrond raised his hands in a defensive manner before responding. "It's not as simple as you might think. Make no mistake, I intend to press the subject at the council, but a single slip-up could cause a political disaster and needless infighting. I'm afraid that this is our only option."

Although the Doomslayer did not like the answer he received, he refrained from voicing his displeasure, his respect for Elrond and knowledge of his leadership capabilities trumping his emotion. He instead turned from the two and departed after speaking once more. "I hope you know what you're doing."

As the doors closed behind the Doomslayer's retreating form, Gandalf turned towards Lord Elrond and made an inquiry. "I'm afraid I don't understand, not only is he familiar with Middle Earth while I have no recollection of him being here, the two of you are on cordial terms."

"That is because this is far from the first time the Doomslayer has set foot, on the soil of Arda. He has aided the people of this world throughout history, his legend dating back to the first age and the War of Wrath, where he personally struck down Morgoth, with his own sword."

That last statement caused Gandalf to choke on his pipe in shock before he responded. "He struck down Morgoth!? The first Dark Lord and creator of all evil within Arda!?"

"Yes of course he did, or so the legend goes at the very least. I was not around back then to witness his exploits, but I have seen his prowess during Sauron's War against the Elves, and The War of the Last Alliance, where he was last seen on Arda until now."

...

Night hung upon the Elven city of Rivendell, where the architecture was given a beauty unparalleled under the moonlight, one the Slayer paid no heed to as he strode through the open walkways of the courtyard. His thoughts lay not on the beauty that surrounded him, but on his present concerns that were spurred by the resurgent memories of the Last Alliance War. A major Demonic power he had tried to kill numerous times was still alive, although that was a moot point by now, since he intended to finish the job once and for all. But he wasn't about to be hasty in that regard seeing as the bastard Sauron managed to take advantage of his haste last time, but he couldn't wait forever. This brought his train of thought to his other goals, how to get back to Mars. He had a score to settle with Hayden. The Slayer was brought out of his thoughts when a unique altar entered his vision, situated at the far end of the courtyard. Flagged by a lone statue of a hooded angelic figure, upon walking towards it, he discovered a pedestal on which lay the shattered remains of Narsil, the sword of Elendil. "That's weird, I don't remember it breaking."

As he moved to touch one of the pieces, the answer to his question played out before him. A young Isildur ran to his fallen father's side, where moments later he reached for his father's sword, only for a wounded Sauron to stomp on it, shattering the blade. Then as the Dark Lord went to finish Isildur off, with a final cry of defiance, he swung what was left of Narsil and chopped off Sauron's fingers, including the one which wore the one ring. Moments later, Sauron's body imploded, the blast knocking the Elves and men off their feet, scattering the Orcs, and sending the Demons back to Hell.

As the visions ceased, a smirk adorned the Slayers face, how ironic that Sauron went through all the trouble to get him out of the way, only for all his plans to crumble from a lucky hit from Isildur. He was brought out of his thought when the man whom he saw riding in this morning, still clad in his armor and cloak, walked up beside him, gazing upon the word with awe. "The shards of Narsil."

The man then picked up one of the larger shards and felt it before he continued speaking. "To think that they lay here all this time."

As he examined the shard he held, the broken edge pricked his finger, making him gasp in both pain and shock as it drew blood. "It's still sharp?"

"Well damn, I didn't take Elrond as the sentimental type."

After that, the man noticed the Slayer and quickly responded with noticeable fear in his voice. "Forgive me, I was too caught up in admiration to notice you."

The Doomslayer waved it off. "Relax, things like that don't bother me. I happen to save my rage for anything demonic including Sauron.' After a moment's pause, he continued. "So, I assume you're from Gondor?"

The man visibly relaxed at this before answering with pride. "But of course, I am Boromir, son of Denathor and Captain-General of Gondor's armies."

With his introduction, Boromir stuck out his hand in greeting, a gesture which the Slayer reciprocated. "I am known as the Doomslayer. Although I am curious, others that meet me are generally frozen in fear in my presence, but you are surprisingly calm."

A nervous chuckle escaped Boromir's mouth before he responded. "I'll confess, I am still quite terrified, especially when I first beheld your presence here in Rivendell. But when I noticed that those that reside within this city have remained calm it assured me that you have no quarrel with us, which has eased my fears greatly."

Acknowledging his reasoning, the Doomslayer Spoke once more as he bade Boromir to follow. " So tell me, what brings you all the way out here? Shouldn't the Captain-General be at the front?"

A somber look then fell upon the Man's face as he responded. " Normally that would be the case, but my father, the Steward of Gondor, has sent me here in hopes of securing the Ring for Gondor."

This last statement caused the Slayer to scoff. "Your father is a fool to think that the Ring will help him."

"My father may not be the man he used to be, but he is a good man and cares about the safety of Gondor."

"I never said he wasn't, I am just warning you, the ring cannot be controlled. The one Ring and its lesser's have corrupted countless individuals, and its master is leagues beyond any Elf, Man, Dwarf, or any creature of this world, I should know, I've crossed blades with him on numerous occasions."

This caused Boromir to look at him with disbelief. "That's impossible, that'd mean you're at least 4,000 years old."

A sigh of contentment escaped from the Slayer as he recollected old memories. "More than 9,000 actually. Yeah, I remember the Siege of Mordor like it was yesterday."

...

The sky over Mordor was blackened with soot that spewed forth from Mount Doom. The poisonous ash covered the dark plains of the corrupted land, remaining undisturbed save for the two armies that now marched towards each other to meet in battle. The first army, composed of a last, desperate alliance of Men and Elves, marched in perfect formation. Their opponents, a mismatched horde of Mordor Orcs and Demons of Hell, charged en mass towards them. Cacodemons and Revenants soared overhead and fired balls of plasma and rockets into the various formations of human and elven warriors, scattering the survivors while the unlucky ones that got caught in the blasts burned in plasmic fire. As the charred corpses were thrown everywhere, discipline held firm as archers began returning fire. Arrows flew through the air, many being struck down by various balls of plasma, but many more struck true, striking down dozens of demons while others moved to avoid the barrage. As the exchange continued, the bulk of the Alliance forces halted, ranks upon ranks of archers not prioritizing the airborne demons began launching volley after volley of arrows towards the far off ridge that overlooked the battlefield, killing hundreds of Orcs and lesser demons that stood upon it.

It was at that moment, when the horde was closing the distance, when the swordsmen and pikemen locked shields, and Elrond, commanding General of the Elven army stood behind the first rank of Elven pikemen as he barked out a set of orders. "Archers, ready arrows! Loose!"

With that, rank upon rank of archers, having diverted their attention towards the oncoming horde, unleashed a massive volley of arrows, mowing down hundreds of Orcs and lesser demons, even downing a few Mancubus. And at that moment, a handful of Cacodemons moved to engage, but were thwarted when one of them burst into bloody gore. Before the surviving Cacodemons could regain their bearings, a two-pronged hook shot out from within the ranks and caught onto one. The line connected to it suddenly retracted, revealing the green-armored form of the Doomslayer holding on to his super shotgun. The cable pulled him towards the unfortunate Cacodemon, where upon closing the distance, he pulled the trigger, turning it to gory chunks. He then used the hook to bring himself to another Cacodemon whose eye he ripped out before kicking off the airborne corpse towards a third Cacodemon that he tore in half with his chainsaw. He repeated this with another Cacodemon and a trio of Revenants before letting himself fall back to the ground. As he fell, he switched to his rocket launcher and began sending rockets into the horde below him, killing dozens of Orcs and lesser demons with each blast, even downing a few Mancubus and a Baron of Hell. He then landed on another Baron of Hell, the impact forcing it to the ground before he ripped off its right horn and used it to bash its skull in.

It was at this moment that the two armies clashed, a line of elven warriors swung their swords in an upward arc as the horde met them, catching various enemies off guard as the fight devolved into a chaotic melee. As that happened, the Men of Gondor struck at the hordes flank, a line of pikemen charging into the mass of enemies with their spears in position. The tips of their spears plunged into various enemies, completely skewering Orcs and demons alike as more of them engaged the swordsmen of Gondor. A Baron of Hell backhanded a swordsman into a group of his comrades before bringing its fist on an elven warrior, crushing him as a trio of Imps cut through a group of elven and human warriors before meeting the same fate at Elrond's blade. The elven commander then parried a strike from an Orc whom he promptly beheaded. At that moment a Mancubus lumbered forward before firing its plasma cannons, the shots narrowly missing Elrond and directly striking a cluster of Elven and Gondorian warriors, boiling them alive.

Before the Mancubus could attack again, Gil-galad, High King of the Elves of the West, charged into the fray, Aeglos in hand as he shoved it into the demon's eye-socket. Before the Mancubus could recover, Gil-galad removed Aeglos and stabbed its neck, causing a geyser of blood to spurt out. The High King then turned his attention towards a trio of Orcs that ganged up on an elven warrior, the spear was then swung across the torso of one, causing its guts to spill out. The other two Orcs swung around and drew out their swords, both attempting to attack the High King, only for him to block them and skewer both of the Orcs.

As that happened, Elendil, King of Gondor traded blows with a Hell Knight as his son Isildur swung his sword at it, cutting deep into its back and killing it. Unknown to him however, a Baron of Hell was preparing a killing blow against the prince, but had suddenly found itself headless, courtesy of the Doomslayer who unleashed a trio of rockets at it before switching to the plasma rifle and unloaded into a horde of Orcs as he made his way towards the human and elven royalty. Elrond then cut down an Imp as he went to reunite with his king. But the reunion was short-lived since dozens of Orcs and demons began to charge at them from all directions, prompting the Doomslayer to call out to the others as he bitch-slapped two Orcs. "Back to back!"

With that, he and the others grouped together and turned their backs towards each other, their various weapons at the ready as the advancing horde closed the distance. The Doomslayer brought out the Gatling gun and unleashed a storm of 9 mm bullets that tore through dozens of lesser enemies before switching to the heavy assault rifle and firing upon the heavier opponents that surrounded the group. A Mancubus, after enduring dozens of bullet impacts, was cut down by Elendil, who then rammed his sword through an approaching Hell Knight. His Son Isildur, traded blows with various Orcs and demons who he cut down in the dozens. Elrond and Gil-galad double-teamed a Baron of Hell, the latter ramming his spear into its ches, halting the demon with great effort, while the former launched himself upwards and rammed his sword into its eye socket. A shot from the Doomslayer's combat shotgun finished it off as he then grabbed a Hell Knight by the head and punched its skull in. The fighting raged on around them for what seemed like an eternity but was mere minutes before one by one, the various combatants ceased fighting and turned towards a central, black-armored figure with varying degrees of fear etched on their faces as it lumbered towards the Slayer.

The Dark Lord Sauron, master of all evil within the world of Arda, former lieutenant of Morgoth, and forger of the one Ring, lumbered towards them, his dark gaze directed towards the Slayer as he lifted his mace above his armored form. "You have interfered with my plans for far too long. Come face me Slayer, let us end this once and for all."

More than happy to oblige, the Doomslayer brought out this chainsaw and revved it up as he charged forward to meet Sauron's advance. This prompted the Dark Lord to swing his mace down in an attempt to crush the bothersome Slayer, only for his weapon to meet the teeth of the revving chainsaw, causing a shower of sparks as the clash produced a shock wave that caused the ground beneath them to shatter. The Doomslayer then gave him a punch to the gut that sent Sauron into a nearby cliff wall, causing a small avalanche that killed a dozen Orcs. Sauron quickly recovered, and leaped towards the Doomslayer, swinging his weapon at him once more. This was blocked by the Slayer's left hand, while his right hand carried the Plasma rifle which unleashed its deadly payload into the Dark Lord's chest, causing him to cry out in pain before backhanding him into a Mancubus.

Spurred into action at this moment, Gil-galad charged at Sauron, spear in hand as he sought to run the Dark Lord through. But his efforts proved futile as Sauron swatted him aside with his mace, killing him instantly. This filled the Doomslayer with rage, prompting him to charge at the Dark Lord. Then with his right hand enclosed in a fist, swung at Sauron's head, the force of the punch shattering the left side of his helmet. Hellish flames began seeping from the cracks in his helmet as the Dark Lord painfully attempted to remove it. Upon successfully doing so, Men and Elves fell to the ground, trembling in fear at what they beheld.

The Dark Lord's visage was that of a monstrous skull surrounded by Hellfire, a reflection of the Demon Sauron had become. Though men and elves and even a few orcs lay screaming in terror, the Doomslayer remained impassive as the Dark Lord let loose with a roar of fury, causing many to have their eardrums burst as he charged at the Doomslayer. The Slayer, in response, whipped out the chainsaw once more and upon revving it, plunged it into Sauron's chest. As the Chainsaw tore through him, Sauron let loose with another roar and threw a punch that sent the Slayer flying away. But before he could get far, Sauron grabbed him by the foot and attempted to slam him into the ground, only for the Doomslayer to draw out the Super shotgun and fired to Sauron's head, dazing him before regaining his footing, and throwing a punch into the Dark Lords gut. After crashing into a duo of Hell Barons and recovering from the blow, the Dark Lord parried the sword of Elendil with his left hand, knocking the blade aside as his right hand wrapped around the King's neck. Elindil began screaming in agony as his skin started melting off him due to the intense heat radiating from the Dark Lord. "Since you fools are so eager to die, I might as well fulfill your request."

With that he snapped the Kings neck and tossed his body aside before coating his now enclosed fist in hellfire. All the while, the Doomslayer, now blinded by rage at having failed those that trusted him, charged at the Dark Lord once more, intent on ripping the bastard apart. But before he could do so, the Dark Lords first began crackling with Argent energy which mixed with the hellfire. Now that his ace was finally ready, Sauron unleashed a massive blast of energy at the Doomslayer, encompassing the Dark Lord's greatest adversary until his vision was naught but white. When his vision cleared, the sight that greeted the Slayer shocked him, the familiar blood-red rock formations, the red skies above him, and the millions of skulls, both human and Demon, that covered the ground, he was back in Hell. And speaking of Demons, some of Various forms began swarming the landscape, from a lone Baron of Hell climbing atop one of the rock formations, to a dozen Imps scurrying across the ground, and all were coming towards him. This new development filled the Slayer with rage, rage at Sauron for his deception, and rage at himself for letting himself be tricked. And luckily for him, stress relief was heading his way, so without hesitating, the Slayer brought out the Super shotgun, loaded two shells, and cocked the weapon, eagerly awaiting the coming slaughter.