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"We meet at last Aragorn son of Arathorn." He says

"Legolas?! What in the world are you doing?!" I yell.

"He's not here Gimli son of Glion." He looks at me.

"Sauron... you're inhabiting his body?" Gandalf asks.

"For too long I have been mere smoke. This elven body has served me quite well." He licks his lips.

What is happening? I hold up my axe. Legolas is Sauron. Sauron is in his body? How does that work? Leave my friend alone! I charge in blind rage. Legolas/Sauron grabs my neck. He lifts me up.

"Charging blindly. Dwarfs' stupidity never ceases to amaze me." Legolas/Sauron smiles.

"Legolas! You can fight him!" Aragorn yells. 

"Don't be foolish Aragorn son of Arathorn." Legolas/Sauron drops me.

I gasp in the air. I stand up and I take out my axe I charge again. He jumps back. The gate opens wider and... oh my God. There's the army of Mordor. A horn blows from the gate. I look up and I see Nazguil. All nine of them were flying towards us.

"You should be running now." Legolas/Sauron laughs. 

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