My Fanfic, a re-creation to the end of the Lord of the Rings!

The Final Judgment of Lord Sauron:

Sam saw the sweat on Frodo’s brow. The look on his face was of total anguish, his eyes, dark as Mordor itself were staring up intently at the raging volcano that is Mt Doom.

With 20,000 Orks behind them, little did they know that a very cunning diversion by Lord Aragon was in place to give them the time they needed, the time to finish it all.

‘’I don’t know if I can do it Sam.’’ Came Frodo’s voice only just audible from the fiery rage above.

Frodo was now swaying on his feet, his eyes heavy, he looked as if he would finally give in to the dreadful power of the ring as it’s destiny of destruction approached.

‘’We have to keep moving Mr Frodo!, quickly! We are nearly there!’’

‘’Have you got the pints Sam? I am rather parched, yes.’’ Frodo was delirious all colour was drained from his sunken face.

‘’Mr Fodo!’’

Frodo hit the ground hard, laying motionless on the steep mountain side. Sam, now shaking in sheer terror tried desperately to rouse him.


Iron fists bet furiously on their shields. Spears twice the size of mortal man were being pumped into the air. A fear shuddering chant rose through the chaos, the Orks of Mordor were approaching the gates.

Lord Aragorn could feel the ground tremor from the outside of Mordors fortress. With him stood 5,000 of the bravest soldiers that had survived the battle of time, the battle fought outside the wondrous towers of Gondor.

The White tree of the great courtyard shone extravagantly across his chest. It’s unblemished majesty brought alliance and strength to the king by all who now stood with him.

Aragorn, strider from the North, King of Gondor and men took in one last steady breath as the gates of the black land opened before him.


‘’Sam, I,I-I can’t Sam’’ Frodo’s breath was shallow his speech weak.

‘’You may not let me carry that ring around your neck Mr Frodo, but I can sure as my old Gaffer carry you!’’

And with the strength that would not be so easily thought of a Hobbit, Sam scoped up Frodo and raised him over his shoulder. He placed forward his feet, one after the other as the two of them climbed ever so closer to the archway that was the entrance to the inside of Mt Doom only a short way above.

But something was not right, Sam felt what he first thought to be a pin prick in the square of his back, but the pain immediately exploded into something far worse. He felt the blood coursing its way down his body.

‘’A knife in his back he now has precciousss!!’’

Gollum kicked Sam hard in the crook of the back of his leg where he immediately fell to the ground in agony, Frodo rolled off him.

Opening his eyes Frodo saw Sam lying face down on the hardened molten surface, a small dagger was plunged into his back. Sam was writhing.

‘’That’s what they get for stealing our precious my love! Filthy sneaking Hobbitses!!!!’’

Frodo’s hands tightened quickly round Gollum’s neck, the two of them struggled against each other.

‘’You will not take this ring from me Gollum!’’ If there was not so much noise already in Mordor, all the Orks would have heard his cry.

‘’It is ours, ours our precious!’’

The two of them were now rolling on the ground. Frodo was throwing punches with a new found strength while Gollum was trying to bite and scratch every inch of him.
Gollum could feel the ring calling, it was like a second frantic heartbeat lying beneath Frodo’s shirt trying to get to the wretched creature. His hands were fumbling for it, he had Frodo pinned now to the ground with one hand round his throat and another searching desperately for the ring. Frodo’s eyes were turning upwards, his face searing red.

A bow unheard by anyone let loose an arrow, it hit Gollum with such a force he was pushed back off Frodo onto his back. A cloaked figure kneeled over him, a blindingly silver blade pressed to Gollum’ s throat.


The thunderous chants bet fear into ever man now standing outside the gates of Mordor. 20,000 Orks had circled Lord Aragon and his men. They held their shields ready, their swords drawn, ready to die for a course that was unknown if it was to succeed, the course of Frodo and the destruction of the ring.

Aragorn turned to his friends Legolas and Gimili who stood either side of him.

‘’It seems our paths are finally ending here my friends, outside the very gates of Mordor’’.

‘’No laddy, it ends here with the hope for Frodo and Sam, outside the gates of the last shadow that will be destroyed.’’ Replied Gimili.

‘’And we will show Frodo the true strength of our fellowship in our darkest hour’’ added the fair Elf from Lorien.

Aragorn smiled, if this was to be their end, it would be an end that would divert the great eye from Frodo and the ring. It’s destruction was now sealed.

‘’For our friends Frodo and Sam!’’ The king screamed’’

‘’Frodo and Sam’’ replied 5000 men as they charged at the last Orks of Mordor.


Frodo opened his eyes. A dark figure above him was only just distinguishable, his head was swimming from the lack of oxygen it had just suffered.

‘’We must move quickly Frodo, son of Drogo’’ The ring must be destroyed.

Frodo knew that voice, it was ever so powerful and commanding. Frodo forced his eyes open to their fullest extent.
Gandalf smiled weakly down at him.

‘’I come to you now Frodo Baggins in your time of need, you are nearly there, only steps away from the fires of Mt Doom and the destruction of the ring.''

‘’Sam, Gandalf!’’ Frodo frantically looked around and spotted Sam where he no longer had the dagger in his back.

‘’He is fine, I have removed the dagger and placed him under a deep sleeping spell, nothing will harm him while we destroy the ring, come now Frodo!’’

Frodo felt an invisible force issued from Gandalf’s staff that immediately lifted him to his feet. The two of them climbed the last remaining hundred meters to the archway that entered into the very heart of Mt Doom.

Through the sweltering heat waves Frodo saw the bridge that led out into the middle of the volcano. He and Gandalf staggered along it trying to protect themselves from the molten pit that lay below. The weight suppressing upon Frodo’s chest was crushing, he could not breath, he could not speak. The ring was putting up a final fight for its existence.

‘’Throw it in Frodo!, quickly before Sauron discovers us!’’

His mind was blank, he could not feel the heat anymore. Just a piercing eye now shone in his mind. He could hear its chilling voice.

‘’Let me exist, and I will reward you beyond all that you
could imagine. Let me be worn on your hand and together we will rule this middle earth.’’

The image changed. Sweeping fields of the Shire now flashed through Frodo’s brain. Sam humming away under the bluegums in Hobitton, Bilbo sucking in the delights of the Fairclough leaf as he watched the young Hobitts play in the fields. He saw other places too, the great white towers of Gondor shone brightly in the golden days of man.

He felt alive. He opened his eyes and brought forth the ring holding it over the ledge before the raging torrent of molten fire and lava below.

As he dropped the ring he heard a piercing scream that echoed in his mind with pure fear and anguish.
And then it stopped, it was over.

Aragorn felt it before he heard it. A tremendous shake threw man and Ork off their feet. The great tower of the dark lord Sauron shattered at its mid point coming down upon the harsh lands of Mordor. Orks began to flee, their master and lord defeated.

Aragorn raised himself to his feet and watched as all enemies now fled from his very presence. He smiled as the sun broke free from the black clouds above.

‘’To Frodo, the greatest Hobbit that ever lived.’’ He said.

My final version for fanfic

After posting the following comment, I had correctd my draft, and now, this is my final version (06/11/2008).


I'll chake my mistakes from now on. But this is my draft.


About the outline of original text

"Inherit the Earth" (1992) is contained in "Traces" that is a collection written by British sci-fi author Stephen Baxter. The following is the outline that is to beginning my fanfic.

Luke is a creature called Walker that has 14 spines and 7 tentacles and lives in the sea. His Clan believes Catholicism - the Jesuits.

It is said that five billion yeas ago, the Pope had sailed through the sky beyond the Surface. Then the Pope had fallen out the sky, built his Island, and – by helping the forefathers of the various species to develop awareness and understanding – had restored Catholicism to a heathen world in the sea. Everyone thinks that the Pope's Island is the only Island in the world, reared above the water, breaking the Surface and is to be found at the edge of the world.

It is also said that Christ was a human. The creatures in the sea believe that the form which humans took was round. Therefore, the Clan's precious statue of the Virgin Mary is a crude round sphere of sand welded together by Roller-spittle.

Luke had been a good Catholic all his life. However, there is nearing his end, and then, he suddenly finds his asking - what proof do we have that all this is true? How do we know if the Load - if humans, even - ever really existed? Then, he decides to go on the pilgrimage to the Pope's Island for resolving his doubts.

The best youngsters Michael and Margaret in his Clan, and the priest John (He is a Boater which is a different kind of creature from Walker, but they live close together) accompany Luke's pilgrimage. Although Luke is barely able to walk, he carries the statue of the Virgin Mary.

On the way to the Pope's Island, they are attacked by an Eater which is one of creatures in the sea. Margaret protects Luke who cannot manages to escape form the Eater's attack because of protecting the statue of the Virgin Mary, and then, Margaret is eaten by the Eater.

Luke, Michael and the priest John continue on their way and find the Pope's Island. Then, suddenly the Surface erupted in a noisy explosion of light and tiny bubbles and little fishe around the Island makes a Walker’s figure.

(I changed this Walker into God. Then the God heals Luke's sickness, although Luke dies at the end of the original text.)


My fanfic
Now, the creature bends all its tentacles towards Luke in the Walkers' universal gesture of friendship.
'Hello,' it says. 'I'm not used to visitors.'
Luke thinks the voice of the Pope-Walker is thin and high, but its words are clear.
'Pope-Walker… We're pilgrims,' Luke says, feeling his head droop between his front spines.
'Pilgrims?' The Pope-Walker's ghostly tentacles wriggle in amusement. 'Pilgrims. Two tiny crab-things and a swimming dust-mote…'

The Pope-Walker studies Luke, and says softly,
'You're ill, pilgrim.'
'I know that,' Luke snaps. 'Pope-Walker, I have questions.'
The Pope-Walker's head rolls complacently around its axis of neck. 'Questions, eh?'
'You brought Catholicism to us, form out of the sky. Or is that another fable, like the Messiah Himself?' Luck snaps again, ignoring the gasps of protest from the priest John who cowers behind him.
'We haven't any proof of it. Why should we aspect your faith?'
'You're not as bitter as your sound, pilgrim. Oh, the Messiah is no fable.'
'Is it true? The story that the Saviour came among us, five billion years ago?'
The Pope-Walker's shimmering head shakes.
'What a question. Do you know what a "billion" is, pilgrim? Or even a "year"? A year's about twice your lifespan…'
Then, it says stately, 'little pilgrim, listen, I'm not Pope-Walker. I'm God. Did I bring Catholicism to you? Too ridiculous. From the beginning, I made human to resemble me, and gave power over all animals. I have never intended to bring my words to you'.

Luke feels his head droop further as he straggles to make sense of these strange words.
'Did the humans really exist?'
Michael stretches his neck forward. 'Was the humans' figure like you? You said you made the humans to resemble you. But your figure is similar to us…'
'The humans must have been round! Like this statue!' Luck snaps.
'Round, eh?'
'We generalized from clues in the Scriptures. The humans had all their surfaces wrapped up inside them. They must have been round…'
'It may be about the souls I tried to build up in their bodies.'
'Souls?'
'Mm, the generalization is not bad. Of course this figure just imitates yours for the time being. This isn't my real body, though my body and human's are not round. But, the bodies aren’t so important... By the way, it looks like just a pebble. Statue, eh?'
'This is our Clan's precious statue the Virgin Mary.'
'Humph, what did your Saviour bring to you? I'm supposed I commanded that you worship no God but me, do not bow down to any idol or worship it, eh?' The God-Walker says sourly.

'Humph…　I loved human, though they were sinful, I brought them various warnings and salvation. But, they never penitent their sinfulness... So, I destroyed them like Sodom. Do you know the story?' The God-Walker glances at Michael.
Michael only nods. The God-Walker's voice becomes sadly. Luke rests his head against the gritty sand.
'I saved some who had righteous mind like Lot, you also know the story, eh?'
Michael nods.
The God-Walker adds halfheartedly, 'mm, perhaps one of them brought you the part of my words, but I have never checked what has happened in the world since then,'
'Pope-Walker! Our Clan-folk have followed the teaching of the Scriptures for generations. What was their faith for you at all?' Luke feels his tentacles grow stiff with exasperation.
The God-Walker's tentacles, however, wriggle in amusement.
'Sorry, yea, I had never thought there are the existence my believers like you, haha, yea, sorry, sorry, though I'm not pleased you say Pope, Pope for any reason at all…'

The God-Walker's shimmering head hovers before Luke.
'Now I'm checking what had happened since I stopped to care about the world…'
The God-Walker's head fills Luck's vision, soft and comforting.
'When I was built the Sun was hot and yellow. Now it has grown huge, red, cooling. Oh, yes, things changed slowly. A shallow sea, covering the Sun-facing hemisphere, humans had gone. And you lot, who had evidently inherited the Earth….'
'Pope-Walker…?'
'Humph, what a persistent pilgrim, I'm not Pope, I'm God. I'm superior. Far more superior to Pope, or any human, I dare say…　Even Jesus,' The God-Walker makes a sour voice.

'By the way, Luke…' The God-Walker whispers to him.
'How do you know my name?' Luke tries to lift up his head.
The God-Walker ignores his question, and says, 'listen to me. Your bodies are far different from my body and human's, but the important thing is soul, not body. Your souls are just like human, mm, not so bad. How about I give you power over all animals instead of humans? Yea, after destroying them, I have been alone at length. Lately, I have felt lonely a little...'
Luke feels his tentacles grow stiff again.
'For generations, our Clan had followed your words… Though you say you'll give us power over all animals, I can't get to rid of my doubt what their faith for you was, and my faith…'
The God-Walker’s tentacles wriggle in amusement again.
'Oh, it's no problem. During my carelessness about the world I hadn't judged anyone anything. They have been just hanging without their recognition of time and space. I can catch up from now on.'
Luke feels his head droop further again as he straggles to make sense of these strange words.

'Can't you believe my words? Humph, what a sinful tiny crab-thing. I said earlier, I'm Almighty God. For example, I can easily heel your sickness, too.'
The God-Walker's head fills Luke's vision again.
'Here you go. How is your feeling now, eh?'
'My sense of all tentacles and spines started coming back…'
'Humph, no sweat for me as I bring eternal salvation to your Margaret and your ancestor,' the God-Walker wriggles its tentacles in a burst of amusement. 'Can you believe I'll properly recompense for their faith?'
'Why do you know about Margaret?' Luke has a moment of confusion, but he rethinks, 'yea, you are Almighty God…'
'Humph, you had understood my words at last, hadn't you?' The God-Walker says with evident satisfaction.
'Yes… But, if Walker has power over all animals, how will be the positions of our clouds of symbiotes in the world…? Like the priest father John…' Luke mumbles.
'What lots of requests you have!' The God-Walker sighs, and says softly, 'well, I'll consider it in detail from now on.'

'I'll go down to your Clan and give my commands soon. Firstly, you should be eased your companions who look to fear for you.'
It appears that Luke had removed without notice. The priest John is calling his name with concern and Michael is frantically mouthing his tentacles and limbs, though they are far from him now.
'See you again soon,' the God-Walker resolves into s school of creatures like tiny fish.

Luke feels his faith settle over him once more. Now Luke doesn't doubt that the God-Walker's salvation will not only bring to Margaret and his ancestor but also to his clouds of symbiotes. Luke decides to leave the Clan's precious stature of the Virgin Mary here. He thinks that Michael and the priest John will never disagree with it. Luke starts to walk to Michael and the priest John.