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Chapter 11

The group finally reached Mount Doom, and Frodo and Sam began the treacherous climb up the mountain to destroy the ring. Lucile stayed behind with the rest of the group to fend off any potential threats.

As Frodo and Sam made their way up the mountain, Lucile fought fiercely alongside Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli against the dark forces of Sauron. She used all her skills and knowledge of self-defense to protect the hobbits and her newfound friends.

As the battle raged on, Lucile noticed a group of Nazgul approaching from the sky. She quickly grabbed her bow and arrows, ready to fight them off. She aimed carefully and fired, hitting one of the Nazgul in the chest. The creature fell from the sky, but as it hit the ground, it let out a deafening screech.

Lucile realized too late that she had made a grave mistake. The screech had alerted the rest of the Nazgul to their presence. The hobbits were in danger, and Lucile knew that she had to protect them at all costs.

She fought bravely against the Nazgul, but she was no match for them. In a moment of desperation, Lucile took the full force of a Nazgul's sword to her stomach. She let out a scream of agony, and everything went black.

Frodo and Sam had finally succeeded in destroying the ring. But as they made their way back down the mountain, they saw the aftermath of the battle. The Nazgul had been defeated, but at a great cost.

They saw Lucile lying on the ground, surrounded by her friends. Frodo rushed to her side, tears streaming down his face. He had realized too late that he had fallen in love with her.

Lucile looked up at Frodo and gave him a weak smile. "I'm glad I could help," she whispered. "Take care of the Shire for me, will you?"

Frodo nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I will," he said, taking her hand.

Lucile closed her eyes, and Frodo knew that she was gone. He couldn't believe that she was gone, that the woman he had come to love had been taken from him so suddenly.

But as he looked down at her lifeless body, he saw something strange happen. A bright light began to emanate from her body, and suddenly, she was gone.

Frodo and the others were left standing in shock, unsure of what had just happened. But deep down, Frodo knew that Lucile had returned to her own world. He would never forget her, and he knew that she would always be with him, in his heart and in his memories.

The group made their way back to the Shire, where they were met with cheers and celebrations. But Frodo couldn't bring himself to celebrate. He had lost someone that he had come to love, and he knew that he would never forget her.

Years went by, and Frodo grew old. But he never forgot about Lucile. He would often sit by the river, thinking about the woman who had helped him on his journey. He knew that she had saved their lives, and he would always be grateful to her.

As he sat by the river one day, he saw a bright light appear in front of him. And there, standing before him, was Lucile. She looked just as he remembered her, but there was something different about her. She was glowing, as if she were made of pure light.

"Frodo," she said, smiling at him. "I'm back."

Frodo couldn't believe his eyes. "Lucile," he whispered,