Of UNO and Thunderstorms

Chapter 46

Of UNO and Thunderstorms

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LORD OF THE RINGS OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT I REFERENCE! NATALIE AND FRANCESCA OWN THEMSELVES RESPECTIVELY! I ONLY OWN MYSELF AND MY OCS!

Chapter Forty Five

Francesca' POV

Sam and I had followed the orcs that had kidnapped Frodo. We were now in Mordor, making our way towards the tower. The one that didn't have the giant flaming eye on it. I heard the sounds of a battle going on and we both crouched down behind some rocks. Sam had Sting out and ready to fight. I had my own short sword at the ready too. Sam and I looked at each other and got up to go towards the entrance to the tower.

The tower gates were enormous. I had never felt so small in my life. But they were also terrifying; black and morbid looking. The fighting seemed to have stopped by the time Sam and I got there. Sting wasn't glowing blue, and neither was my dagger so all the orcs in the immediate area were dead. If they keep fighting amongst themselves like this, half Aragorn's army's work will be done for them. I thought.

Sam quickly took out his own sword and we started running through the tower, past dead orcs and up a flight of stairs to get up higher. Every so often, there would be a torch on the wall for light. We stopped for a moment when Sam saw orcs coming our way. I looked at our shadows on the wall of the tunnel we were in. They looked much bigger than we did.

I nudged Sam and nodded towards the shadows. He looked at me, confused. I rolled my eyes and growled deep in my throat. Sam caught on to the idea and started growling and roaring at the orcs higher up on the stairs. When we got to the other end of the tunnel, the orcs looked confused for a minute. But then they attacked us.

"That's for Frodo!" Sam shouted as he stabbed one of the orcs. Another swung at me and I ducked, stabbing him in the gut and causing him to fall off the stairs. "And for the Shire!" I heard Sam yell as he stabbed another orc and pushed it off the stairs. Sam pushed the last orcs off the stairs. "And that's for my old gaffer!" he shouted after the orc as it fell. I smiled a tiny bit and Sam and I continued quickly up the stairs.

We followed the staircase through tunnels and around sharp turns, some of which I nearly fell off the stairs on, but Sam was there to pull me back from the edge before we continued running. We made it up to the top of the stairs just in time to see an orc raise his sword to stab Frodo.

"I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig!" The orc exclaimed. Sam went up behind the orc and stabbed him through the back.

"Not if I stick you first." He said, pulling his sword out of the orc's corpse and letting it fall to the floor.

"Sam! Francesca!" Frodo cried. Sam and I went to Frodo and knelt down in front of him.

"Oh, Sam. Oh Francesca. I'm so sorry. Sorry for everything." Frodo apologized. Sam and I both smiled at our friend.

"Let's get you out of here." Sam and I told Frodo as Sam started to untie the ropes on his wrists.

"It's too late. It's over. They've taken it. They took the Ring!" Frodo exclaimed, sitting up and looking at us.

"Beggin' your pardon, but they haven't." Sam stated, standing up. He then took the Ring out of his pocket and held it out on the chain to Frodo. Frodo's eyes went wide. "I thought I'd lost you. So I took it. Only for safekeeping." Sam told Frodo. I raised my eyebrows; I'd forgotten that he did that.

"Give it to me. Give me the Ring, Sam." Frodo said, reaching out for the Ring. Sam pulled back slightly and made to put the Ring back in his pocket. "Sam! Give me the Ring." Frodo insisted. Sam slowly held the Ring back out to Frodo, who snatched it out of his hand. "You must understand. The Ring is my burden. It will destroy you, Sam." Frodo told him. Frodo got up slowly, one hand on the wall to steady himself.

"Come on, Mr. Frodo. We'd best find you some clothes. You can't go walking through Mordor in naught but your skin." Sam said.

The three of us quietly making our way through the tower, finding orc armor and clothes to put on so we would blend in better. Once we were in our disguises, we left the tower and surveyed our surroundings. I saw Mount Doom and a dark cloud of smoke coming from it and covering all of Mordor. Beyond that, I saw the tower where Sauron's Eye was. I shuddered violently and looked at the hundreds of thousands of campfires between us and Mount Doom.

"We did it, Mr. Frodo. We made it to Mordor." Sam said softly. Mordor; the final frontier. We're almost done. This is it, the home stretch. Everything is going to be alright soon. We're going to go to Gondor and see everyone again and Aragorn's going to become king and everyone's going to live happily ever after. I tried desperately to think positive, but it was hard to do and I was shaking slightly.

"There are so many of them, we'll never get through unseen." Frodo responded. Just then we saw Sauron's Eye sweeping over the campfires, observing the soldiers. I shuddered violently again. "It's him! The Eye!" Frodo almost shouted.

"We have to go in there, Mr. Frodo. There's nothing for it. Come on; let's just make it down the hill for starters." Sam told Frodo. With that, we started down the hill we had been standing on, into the last leg of the quest. I took a deep breath and tried to brace myself for what was coming.

*Olympia's POV*

The next morning, Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli, Éomer, Kate, Natalie, Legolas and I gathered in the Great Hall of Minas Tirith. I stood off to the side with Kate, Legolas, Natalie and Éomer. Gimli sat on a chair nearby. Gandalf and Aragorn stood with their backs to us.

"Frodo had passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening." Gandalf stated, pacing the floor.

"If Sauron had the Ring, we would know it." Aragorn replied, his back still facing us.

"It is only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes. But behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping." Gandalf argued. I clenched my fists tightly.

"Let him stay there. Let him rot! Why should we care?" Gimli asked. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Because if he stays there, Frodo won't be able to get to Mount Doom and destroy the Ring. Then we're all seriously screwed! I mentally shouted.

"Because ten thousand orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom." Gandalf countered. See? Listen to the wizard! I thought. "I've sent him to his death." Gandalf whispered after a moment.

"No." Aragorn turned to Gandalf. "There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that." Aragorn told us.

"How?" Gimli asked.

"Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate." Aragorn proposed. Gimli choked on the pipe he had been smoking this whole time.

"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms." Éomer stated, stepping forward.

"Not for ourselves; but we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves." Aragorn responded.

"A diversion." Legolas added.

"No shit Sherlock." I heard Natalie mutter next to me.

"Certainty of death, small chance of success. What are we waiting for?" Gimli asked. I smirked, trying not to laugh.

"Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait." Gandalf pointed out, standing next to Aragorn.

"Oh I think he will." Aragorn may have almost smirked as he said that.

The meeting was then dismissed. Aragorn left to go do his thing with the palantir, Gandalf and Éomer went off somewhere and Legolas, Gimli, Kate, Natalie and I were all walking back to our rooms. Suddenly, we were stopped by a woman who looked like a healer.

"Pardon me, but are any of you three called Lady Olympia?" she asked, looking at Natalie, Kate and I. We all exchanged confused looks.

"I am, yes." I spoke up.

"There is a young boy in the Houses of Healing, named Cellyn. He is requesting to see you." the woman told us. My eyes widened. He fought at Pelennor Fields!? Argh! If anything happened to him, I'll never forgive myself. I thought.

"Well then, let's go!" I said, suddenly very nervous. The woman nodded and led me through the city to the Houses of Healing, the others following behind us. She led us to a room, where I saw Cellyn on a bed, propped up into a sitting position by pillows. I rushed over to him, pulling up a chair by his bed. Kate and Natalie stood next to me.

"Hi, Cellyn." I smiled weakly at the boy. He beamed at me.

"Lady Olympia! They found you!" he exclaimed. He then greeted Natalie and Kate in much the same way.

"Of course they found me. Did you think they weren't going to?" I asked him.

"I did not know what had become of you once you left before the battle. I was worried, and scared, that I had lost another person I held dear." Cellyn answered. There were tears in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Kate asked carefully. Cellyn shifted on the pillows so he could face us.

"My father…He fell in battle yesterday." Cellyn whispered. Kate's, Natalie's and my eyes all widened. On an impulse, I leaned forward and hugged the kid.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered. Cellyn awkwardly returned the hug after a moment. Kate and Natalie soon joined in and I was vaguely worried that we might smother the poor kid. Cellyn sniffled and soon started crying. Legolas and Gimli stood awkwardly on the side as Natalie, Kate and I hugged Cellyn until he stopped crying and pulled back.

"I apologize, my ladies. I should not have done that." Cellyn whispered after pulling away. All three of us raised eyebrows at him.

"Cellyn, you lost your father. It's understandable for you to be upset." Kate told him.

"Were you hurt in the battle?" I finally asked the question that had been burning in my mind.

"I was shot in the shoulder by one of the Haradrim on the Oliphants. The healers said the arrow wasn't poisoned, but the wound would likely leave a scar." Cellyn answered. For the first time, I noticed the bandages on his left shoulder. I frowned.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have done anything about it." I told him. He looked at me, confused. "Don't you remember how I promised I would protect you before Helm's Deep?" I asked. His eyes widened in realization.

"I thought that only applied to that battle." He mumbled. I suddenly wanted to Gibbs him.

"No! That applies to every battle until this war is over." I whispered to him. I saw all of my friends smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. "I'm sorry I couldn't have helped you. Hopefully there's only one more battle now." I told Cellyn.

"You did, indirectly." He responded. I raised an eyebrow at him. "After that Haradrim shot me, I watched you take down the Oliphant he had been on. How did you accomplish that, Lady Olympia?" Cellyn explained. I nearly burst out laughing.

"Truthfully, I don't know how I pulled that off. It was most likely just dumb luck." I told him. He chuckled a bit.

"What do you mean you hope there is only one more battle?" Cellyn asked. We answered this by explaining the plan Aragorn had come up with, and the fact that three hobbits were in Mordor trying to destroy the Ring. Needless to say, he was shocked. Legolas and Gimli were properly introduced to Cellyn and we stayed there, talking to him for a while.

Author's Note: Way to wait until the last minute self! Well, I said I'd try to update before I went on vacation, and technically I am! I leave tomorrow and I won't get back until Saturday. Niagara Falls, here I come! So anyway, this story is almost over…Holy shit! I can't believe it! READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!

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