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.