A Risk And What It Brings

"This Middle-Earth will burn"

Saruman and Grima sat, stuck in the tower of Orthanc. Through the Palantír, Saruman knew that victory had come to the West.
"What are we to do now, my lord? Are we to rot in here?"
Saruman pondered the question.
"No."
The wizard had more than a few tricks up his robes. He grabbed his staff and walked to the window of Orthanc that looked down where the Ents were.
"Treebeard! Come now."
The Ent came and looked up at Saruman.
"White Wizard," he said in his slow, booming voice.
"Am I to rot in here? Am I not to live free as a bird?"
Saruman was pushing the right buttons.
Treebeard had pity for creatures with no freedom, but he had more pity for those who were senselessly killed.
"You are to stay up there as seen fit. You have betrayed the trust of the Ents and all others."
"That may be so," said Saruman, "but am I to not have peace? Are me and my companion to sit here and starve? Come now. Is life so feeble that you would forsake basic living for imprisonment?"
Saruman had begun to work pity in the heart of Treebeard. Saruman's voice had a demanding power to it, and it was easy to fall prey to his demands.
"Very well, wizard."
Treebeard and some other Ents helped Saruman and Grima down from Orthanc, but demanded that he turn over the key to the tower.
Saruman could not sway him so easily, and thus the key to Orthanc was given to the Ents.

The wizard and the corrupted man of Rohan walked from Orthanc, towards the North.
"My lord, what are we to do now?"
"Whiny cur! Are you to ask me that with every event that occurs? If you must know, we are indeed not going to rot. We shall be quite productive. The West may have won the battle, but they forget the weakness that lay behind them. Many creatures lay within this Middle-Earth, many nameless things, and none are to be underestimated. We will rally forces to the Dark Lord's cause. This Middle-Earth will burn."
Grima nodded.
"We shall bring ruin, as you say," said the man.

"Killed another one, has she?" asked the Uruk.
"Nah. This fella ain't dead."
Sam listened to the Orcs that were patrolling the area. They had found Frodo's limp body.
"She just stabs 'em with 'er stinger, and they go as limp as a boned fish! Get him to the tower!"
Sam realized that he had to rescue his friend. No matter what it cost him.

The men, Wizard, elf, dwarf and hobbits rode to the Black Gate.
"Quite an eerie place, this," said Merry.
Theoden sighed.
"If we win this suicidal mission, you may yet have my utmost respect," the king said to Aragorn.
Indeed they were all afraid. They feared this mission would fail. They feared Frodo or Sam may have died, and perhaps they were marching to their deaths.
They feared what Sauron may have already known.

Frodo still lay unconscious.
Two orcs had begun to fight over his Mithril shirt, and soon a mass fight broke out in the Tower of Cirith Ungol, and the Orcs and Uruk Hai began to slay one another. A swift convenience for Sam, who only dealt with a few Orcs on his way to Frodo.
Frodo awoke in the tower, and began to get up.
"Stop your squirming, you dunghill rat!"
Frodo turned to see an Orc with a sword, threatening him.
"I'm gonna stick you like a stuck pig!"
That was before a blade came through his chest, and Sam stood behind him.
"Not if I stick you first!"
The hobbit pulled his sword out, and the Orc fell dead.
"Samwise," murmured Frodo in a relieved voice.
"Didn't think I wouldn't come back for you?"
"Sam, it's over. They've taken it. They took the Ring!"
"Begging your pardon, Mr Frodo, but they haven't."
Samwise pulled out the Ring on its chain, and it began to whisper to him.
"Sam, give it to me."
Samwise Gamgee, even the most loyal of hobbits, hesitated to hand over the One Ring.
Sam's sense of loyalty to Frodo outgrew the voice, and the Ring was handed over.
"Understand, Sam, the Ring is my burden to bear."
Sam nodded.
"Well, let's get you in some armor. Shouldn't walk around Mordor in naught but your skin."

"Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!"
The company had arrived at the Black Gate. The Gate opened.
Thousands of Orcs spewed out.
Gandalf and Aragorn looked at one another.
They knew the fate of Middle Earth now lay in the hands of two hobbits.
They all would win the fight and live their lives happily, or die in the name of freedom.