Of UNO and Thunderstorms

Chapter 47

Of UNO and Thunderstorms


Chapter Forty Six

Francesca's POV

Sam, Frodo and I climbed down the hill and were on the plains. I stared out over the plains and groaned internally. It was a long way to go. I shook my head slightly. We can do this. We have to. I thought determinedly.

"Look! The orcs; they're moving off. You see, Mr. Frodo. Some luck at last!" Sam told Frodo once we were at the bottom of the hill. I looked and saw that he was right; seemingly every orc in Mordor was marching out. The Battle of the Black Gates will happen soon. Tomorrow or the next day, from the looks of things, seeing as there's no way in hell they can get here today. I thought, saying a silent prayer for my friends, wherever they were.

There were orcs marching around a corner towards us. Sam, Frodo and I all looked at each other frantically as we heard them yelling, then scrambled to a hollow in the rock to hide. We put our heads down and pressed against the rock wall as the front of the line passed us.

I sighed in relief when most of them passed us without even giving us a glance. Then, the one I'm assuming was in charge of these orcs stopped right in front of us and did a double take.

"Come on you slugs! You three are going straight to the front line! Move it, come on! Fall in! Move it! Move it! Move it!" he yelled, cracking his whip at us. We quickly got up and were shoved into the line of marching orcs. Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT! I thought as we started marching with the orcs. "To the gate you slugs, now move it! Don't you know we're at war?!" the orc in charge yelled again. Anger management issues much? Jesus man! I wondered as he whipped some of the other orcs.

I couldn't see anything, being as short as I am, but I could tell there were thousands of orcs marching towards the gate with us. Soon. It'll all be over soon. Come on, we got this. I told myself. But I couldn't shake the image of Aragorn and the army marching towards the Black Gates; they probably were as I thought that.

"Company halt! Inspection!" Some orc shouted as a horn sounded loudly.

"Sam, help me!" Frodo whisper-shouted to Sam next to him, collapsing on the ground. Sam caught him and tried to help Frodo to his feet. I discreetly nudged Sam and nodded to a big, fat and ugly orc who was making his way towards us.

"Stand up, Mr. Frodo! Stand up!" Sam urged Frodo.

"It's so heavy!" Frodo murmured. The orc looked right at Sam, roared, then began to shove his way through the orcs towards us.

"Oh no! What do I do? What do I do?" Sam panicked a bit.

"Hit me! Hit me, Sam! Start fighting!" Frodo told him.

"Get off of me!" Sam yelled, pushing Frodo away from him, shoving me in the process. "Nobody pushes me you filthy maggot! Get off of me!" Sam exclaimed as he and Frodo started to fight. Sam accidently stumbled into me. I yelled some random insult that I can't remember and started fighting them. Frodo punched me in the jaw and I kicked him in the shins. The orcs started yelling and cheering. In general, there was a lot of confusion.

"Break it up! Break it up!" the orc who had whipped us earlier yelled. We kept fighting for a few moments, then stopped.

"Oy! I'll have your guts if you don't shut this rabble down!" The fat, ugly orc told him.

"Go, now!" Frodo whispered to me and Sam, and the three of us escaped in the confusion caused by our fight. We ran into a nearby tent, apparently, we'd stumble-marched into a camp.

There was shouting outside that I didn't pay attention to and the orcs moved off. We climbed out a back exit and over the nearby rocks. I rubbed my jaw as best I could through my armor. Damn, Frodo accidently got me pretty good. I thought.

We stumbled through the barren, rocky plains of Mordor for longer than I cared to keep track of. Thunder rolled and lightning crackled in the clouds above Mount Doom. The landscape began to slope steeply up and Frodo collapsed as we started to climb. He took off his helmet.

"I can't! I can't…I can't manage the Ring. It's…It's such a weight to carry. It's such a weight." Frodo gasped for breath. Sam and I took our helmets off and looked at Frodo. Sam and I exchanged glances.

"We're going that way, straight as we can." Sam said, pointing towards the volcano. "There's no point carrying anything we're not sure to need." He told Frodo. With that, we stripped off our orc armor and tossed it over the side of the rocky hillside, along with all the camping gear that wasn't going to be absolutely necessary.

A while later found the three of us huddled together trying to rest. It got cold at night in Mordor. Sam and I sat, shivering, on either side of Frodo, who had gone to sleep.

"Mr. Frodo, look. There is light and beauty up there that no shadow can touch." Sam stated, looking up at the sky. I looked up and through the reddish clouds, a single bright star could be seen, high up in the sky. I smiled. Frodo stirred slightly, but remained sleeping.

"When I was little, I was told that if I wished on the first star I saw at night, my wish would come true." I told Sam. Sam smiled slightly. I think the Battle of the Black Gate is tomorrow. I wish for all my friends to be safe and for all of us to be together again soon. I thought to myself. Then, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach when I realized that if my count was right, all of this would be over by the end of the day tomorrow.

I looked up at that one star for a moment, smiling at thought that maybe, just maybe, my wish would actually come true. A cold wind blew through Mordor, and a reddish polluted cloud moved in front of the star so I couldn't see it anymore. I frowned and tried to go to sleep.

We trekked through Mordor for most of the next day, only stopping when Frodo really needed a break. It was during one of these breaks that Frodo drank the last of the water in his water skin/canteen thing. He'd wrung it out over his mouth and shook it when it was well and truly empty. I would have offered him my water skin, but that was empty too.

"Take mine. There's a few drops left." Sam gave his water to Frodo. Frodo drank the rest of the water and sat there panting for a few minutes.

"There will be none left for the return journey." Frodo said in between breaths.

"I don't think there will be a return journey Mr. Frodo." Sam responded. Frodo, Sam and I just stood there, looking at each other. Sam put out his hand and hauled Frodo to his feet. And so we continued our trek, tired, thirsty and, worst of all, with significantly diminished hope.

We walked on for god-only-knows how long. After a while, Frodo started to stumble and limp every so often, always clutching the Ring to his chest. He swung his arm out, looking like he was swatting at bugs that weren't there. He stumbled off a rock and stood there for a moment. I looked around and my eyes widened as I saw the Eye of Sauron moving towards us.

"Frodo get down! Hide!" Sam and I shouted and we hit the ground and ducked behind some rocks. Frodo turned around and the Eye landed squarely on him. Frodo's eyes widened and after what felt like hours, he turned around and collapsed on the ground.

*Olympia's POV*

After we talked with Cellyn a bit, he begged the healers to let him come with us to the Battle of the Black Gates. The healers checked his shoulder and Cellyn insisted that it did not hurt him too much anymore. The healers weren't having any of that and Cellyn was told he had to stay in Gondor. Kate, Natalie, Legolas, Gimli and I said good bye to him and went to prepare for battle.

Within the hour, every soldier that could be spared was armored and assembled. Kate and Natalie were sharing a horse this time around. Once everyone was ready, we set off.

It was a little more than a day's journey to the Black Gates. No one really spoke; everyone was wrapped in their own thoughts. I was terrified. This would be the final battle, the end. The day passed by faster than I thought it would and soon we stood in front of the Black Gates, ready for battle.

I glanced over at Natalie and Kate on their horse. They looked scared too. I didn't blame them. The Black Gates of Mordor were enormous and imposing. Kate looked at me and mouthed 'It's going to be okay.' I nodded to her and gave a shaky smile.

"Where are they?" I heard Pippin whisper from where he shared a horse with Gandalf. Aragorn looked back at him and rode forward. Gandalf and Pippin, Legolas and Gimli, Éomer and Merry, Natalie and Kate and I rode with him up to the Black Gates. We stopped and lined up in front of the Gates.

"Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!" Aragorn shouted at the Gate. For a moment, nothing happened and we all stared. Then, the Black Gates opened up with a loud, horrible creaking sound. A single rider came out of the Gates on a black armored horse and stopped in front of us. The Mouth of Sauron. I glared at him as hard as I could possibly glare.

"My master, Sauron the Great, bids thee welcome." The Mouth of Sauron said with a smile that looked more like a grimace and showed disgusting, yellowed teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Aragorn pull a face. "Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?" The Mouth asked.

I narrowed my eyes and continued to glare. That won't work. See, you and your lot won't accept any terms except for our complete surrender, and I know I wouldn't accept any other terms than your complete surrender. That's assuming, of course, that we'd negotiate with you at all, which we won't. I thought.

"We do not come to treat with Sauron, faithless and accursed. Tell your master this; the armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return." Gandalf replied.

"Aha! Old Greybeard! I have a token I was bidden to show thee." The Mouth of Sauron stated, taking out Frodo's mithril shirt and holding it up for everyone to see. My eyes widened despite the fact that I'd known this was coming, and that Frodo was okay.

"Frodo!" Pippin whispered. The Mouth of Sauron threw the mithril shirt at Gandalf, nearly hitting him in the face. "Frodo!" Pippin exclaimed.

"Silence." Gandalf told him.

"No!" Merry exclaimed

"Silence!" Gandalf repeated.

"The Halfling was dear to thee I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who would've thought one so small could endure so much pain? And he did Gandalf, he did." The Mouth of Sauron baited. Lies! It's all lies! You cruel heartless bastard! I shouted mentally as tears began to form in my eyes.

Gimli growled at the Mouth of Sauron, Legolas, Kate and I glared and Natalie looked ready to kill. Aragorn rode forward towards the Mouth of Sauron, who turned towards him.

"And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a King than a broken elvish blade." The Mouth of Sauron sneered. Aragorn rode around behind him, quickly unsheathed his sword and decapitated the Mouth of Sauron. The body fell off its horse and to the ground.

"I guess the phrase 'Don't shoot the messenger' doesn't apply here." I whispered.

"I guess that concludes negotiations." Gimli muttered at the same time.

"I do not believe it. I will not!" Aragorn stated as he rode back towards us. The Gates suddenly opened wider and the army of Mordor began marching out. "Pull back. Pull back!" Aragorn shouted. I turned Arya around and all of us galloped back to the rest of our army, the orcs marching behind us.

Author's note: I'm back from vacation! Niagara Falls was amazing! I also stopped at the New York Renaissance Fair on the way back, which was also really awesome…I bought a pair of latex elf ears. :3 And yes, this is a major cliffhanger. Sorry! But there's just too much to fit into one chapter. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!

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