Lord of the Rings a Strong Gollums tale

Once long ago, before ever setting upon the journey to the far East in search of Sauron, he, the great and wise Saruman had kneeled before Manwë. He had kneeled before the Lord of the Valar, who was like a God to him, a god that had invited him within his great halls to give upon him an important, but dangerous task. And so there Manwë had looked down upon him from his mighty throne, and asked with his mighty voice.

"Tell me little one, what is it that you fear? Is it we who are infinitely more powerful than you, or perhaps it is the future, the path that you are destined to follow and the darkness that you will face there?"

Hearing the question, his back had quickly straightened, and he had looked up upon him, and then with a smirk on his face said.

"I fear nothing, not even Morgoth himself. So whatever I face, I will face it with a smile on my face and without any regrets, you can count on that my Lord."

The answer, as was to be expected had pleased Manwë, just like he knew it would. Although however much he wished his own words to be true, they weren't, for he knew not what he was speaking of back then.

Back then in Valinor life had been without hardship, bloodshed, sweat, tiers, or anything terrible of note. And yet now as he rode west on his horse Shadobane with his two older brothers on both his sides riding upon their own horses, there was no smile on his face, but visible fear.

His once white robes were red with the blood of his enemies and his friends who had fallen while fighting alongside him. Their blood had fallen upon him like rain, he was also sweaty and everything hurt, like never before in Valinor.

Constantly for the past two weeks he and his brothers, the blue Wizards have been on the run. All their efforts, all their hopes of beating back the servants of darkness were gone, for no Mighty Kingdoms of men still stood within the Far East anymore. All were either destroyed, or in the process of being destroyed by the endless black legions of Orc's.

Now there was only hope within the West and the Southern lands of men below Mordor, but still it was not a great hope, not at all. For he didn't have much fate in Gandalf or Radagast, those two cowards to have accomplished there anything of significance. If only they would have also come to the East, then maybe it would not have been like this.

Behind them he could hear them coming, a large pack of a few hundred Wargs, just a few kilometres back. He could see the Wargs beastly paws kicking up the short grass and dirt of the grassy plains, causing dust to rise behind them as they came.

But more than anything he couldn't help but glance backwards constantly at the Witch King that was coming for them upon his huge Undead Dragon. The sorcerer was supposed to be dead long ago, destroyed along with his ancient Kingdom of Angmar, and yet he was here somehow, and he had a dragon.

There were still some 60 Kilometres till they would come into view of the Capital city of Rhún, which hopefully still stood, but riding upon the grassy plains like this they were never going to make it. The Dragon was almost upon them, he could feel it already gathering it's dark magic for another Black breath attack.

Having seen the thing already wiping out men within the hundreds, sucking away the life right out of them, and turning them into dry mummified husks of their former selves, he knew this dragon's power and he didn't wish to face it.

Looking to both his sides at his two brothers the blue Wizards as they were called, he yelled to them.

"Hurry up or will never make it! I can already feel it preparing to attack!"

However no matter how much he yelled and his brothers pushed their regular horses onwards, Saruman knew it to be a fool's hope. There was no way that they were ever running from a Dragon with mere mortal horses.

And so the Dragons shadow fell upon them, and it let out a mighty black breath of death, causing the blue Wizard on Sarumans right to spring into action.

Morinethar the blue fire Mage stood up upon his horse, his eyes ignited in blue flames, as did his fists, and then he leaped up high towards the incoming Black Dragon Breath. From his hands powerful cones of fire shot forth, and within mid air blue fire and the Black breath collided.

While the darkness ate away at the flames, turning their powerful blue light into red and then snuffing them out completely. Morinethar merely kept on pushing more flames within the darkness, Until finally the two forces cancelled each other out and exploded in a brilliant flash of blue and black light.

Black energies spread like a cloud all around the blue flame explosion, as some of the darkness flew down to Morinethar. In mid air the blue flame wizard felt the evil of it sweep within his body as he then fell to the ground in pain, the darkness eating at his very soul. Although his own magical core was quick to resist and burn the darkness away from his body.

Saruman and the other Blue Wizard having seen this, and the horse of Morinethar run away, were then quick to stop and ride to the man's side.

Jumping off his horse Rómestámo, the Ice Wizard was quick to come standing beside his brother, as they together faced the army of Orcs that was heading towards them and the Dragon which looked fiercely down upon them. They held no weapons and yet they stood confidently.

The Witch King seeing them manipulated his undead dragon to begin gathering more magical energy for another attack. But just then Saruman standing further back jumped off his horse Shadobane, and as his bare feet touched the soft grassy ground, he pulled off his white robes, revealing his muscular upper body that seemed to grow even larger as he roared to the sky.

"God's give me strength, aaaaaahhhhhhh!"

Clenching his fists Saruman smashed them deep into the ground and as he roared out at the top of his lungs, a huge boulder the size of the huge dragons head was pulled out the ground. And seemingly by simply the pure physical strength of Saruman the massive boulder was lifted above his head, as he pulled his arms back and tossed the boulder with a great air rippling force towards the Undead dragon.

Seeing it the Wargs paused for a moment watching in a mix of awe and terror, as the massive boulder flew over their heads, and before the Witch King could manipulate his slow undead dragon to move, the boulder struck the beast hard. The sound of the impact and the boulder shattering into thousands of pieces carried for Kilometres around as the Dragon screeched seemingly in pain despite its state of undef as it fell from the sky.

Down below Warg riders moved to dodge, but many within the mass of Warg riders failed to move in time and were squashed under the dragons heavy body.

Watching this from a far Saruman showed a smile, but quickly fell to his knees as he panted for breath. After weeks of running and fighting his power was drained, as were both his brothers powers as well. Still Saruman was going to fight till the end for his brother's if he had to.

Looking straight ahead into the distance Saruman could see the Wargs only a few kilometres out, and as the smoke cleared he could see the dragon standing up again. Though before he himself could stand up, Morinethar the master of the blue flame shoved his white robes into his lap.

Saruman was confused by this, as he then felt his older brother's much more powerful hand come upon his shoulder, and as he looked upon Morinethar, he could see him with a bitter smile looking down on him as the man said.

"Well done little brother, but this is where your fight must end. One of us must make it to the West to warn our other brothers, warn the Valar of what is coming. Now go, we will hold them here for as long as we can, and see to it that the Witch King will not have a dragon to be ridden into the West."

His other brother Rómestámo, who stood a few meters to the left also looked to him and nodded in agreement. Saruman's face turned pale at these words as he looked up at Morinethar and questioned him.

"What? No brother, I I, I can still fight. Please brother, you can't do this to me. We can all make it through this. The three of us together, like always."

Morinethar though seeing Saruman's weakened body that was partially covered in blood and shaking from all the exertion was quick to shake his head, and say.

"No little brother, your power is spent and you know it. If you fight here you will only get in the way, so go, and in due time we will meet each other again within Valinor or beyond."

Saruman wanted to argue against this. Their meeting within the halls of the dead Mandos, or in Valinor was not a guarantee, especially as they had failed their one and only task here. But deep down he knew that his brother was right. His power was spent, this mortal body of his could only use so much of it until it got over used and died because of it, and there simply was no time for talk.

So with a heavy heart he nodded to his brother's understanding of this, put on his robe, got upon his horse and wished his brother's luck.

"Morinehtar, Rómestámo, good luck my brother's, and show those servants of darkness the power of the Istar! Do it for our friends, for Khan Ali, for Tom Bombadil and everyone else who has lost to them! Struggle to the bitter end like true warriors my brothers and I'm sure that Manwë will let us meet in Valinor again one day!"

And with that said Saruman made his horse turn away from them, as he began to ride away without waiting for a response. He simply lacked the heart to look upon his brothers any more, to see them now and know that soon he would never see them again.

So with haste Saruman rode towards the Sea of Rhún. At the same time the two brothers took off their pointy wizard shoes and tossed them to the side, and then they shed their long blue robes to the ground letting their enemies look upon their mighty bodies.

For while old men they might have seemed on the outside with their white long beards and all, they in fact weren't old. It was merely a disguise to gain the trust of others, for in truth under their long robes were perfect well trained bodies of warriors.

After all magic was not a force that the weak and the lazy could wield in any meaningful way. It required constant hard work and years upon years of sacrifice, and even once one reached the peak they would still need to stay in shape, or if they wanted to they could always try and break through to another level of power.

On the left Morinethar the blue flame wizard stood, and on the right Rómestámo the ice Wizard looked at his brother, nodded in understanding of what they must do. And then he began to channel his power from the core of his being, to the tips of his fingers and from there to the ground below.

Quickly the grass and the soil below began to be sucked dry of all its moisture, as huge balls of water gathered within Rómestámos hands.

In the distance the Warg riders carrying bows had now come into range of the two brothers and were then quick to set loose a small cloud of arrows.

Seeing it come the two didn't show fear or move an inch, they merely stood there, until Rómestámo did an upward sweeping motion sending the balls of water forth, which quickly spread and formed into a small ice wall. Against it the arrows fell harmlessly, merely cracking small parts of it.

Seeing it the Warg riders split into two, seemingly intent on going around to the back of the two Wizards. But as they did the wall of ice dissolved into a huge cloud of cold mist which quickly gushed out in a wide arc.

Unable to dodge this huge arc of cold air and not understanding what it even was, the Warg riders suddenly found the air around them became extremely cold like it was winter. Their arrows froze within their quivers, their blades also froze in their sheaths, Orcs bodies along with Wargs trembled and found their movements become slow and sluggish as the ground beneath them also froze causing ice to form and a few Wargs to slip on it.

And as the hundreds of Warg riders slowed down and were partially blinded by the cold mist, the Blue flame of Morinethar was then seen. Boosted by the blue flames under his feet Morinethar seemingly flew high into the air, and then landed with a powerful explosion of blue flames into the center of the Warg pack.

Immediately 4 Warg riders were hit by the flames, totally engulfed within it as did their Wargs, and both riders and mounts roared in agony as their flesh began to burn down to their bones. Riders fell off their Wargs as the Wargs crazily ran all around as both soon fell and died with only their skeletons left behind.

And while the four had been burning Morinethar was already flying through the slowed pack of Wargs burning and killing all within his way. His fists that were engulfed in the blue flames punched through armour and bodies alike and set them on fire. His kicks were strong enough to detach orc heads from their torsos and crush Warg skulls.

And as he pushed himself high into the air, he breathed in a huge mouthful of air, made it burn within himself and like a dragon breathed out blue flames charring Orcs, Wargs and the ground alike.

Quickly the cold started to dissipate as blue flames burned on the grassy fields along with the brothers enemies. At the same time Rómestámo standing further back sucked out the moisture out of the ground to form sharp icicles around him in an arc as he then sent them forth like arrows of his own.

Each icicle was sharp and flew fast, as they flew straight through Orc and Warg bodies alike, nearly instantly killing them all. And those who didn't instantly die were met with a worse fate, as they soon found coldness like a sickness beginning to spread through their bodies turning them to ice, after which they stood in place like statues.

Quickly in mere minutes, from the force of a few hundred initial Warg riders, nearly one third of them had already died. Their screams were clearly heard for kilometres around by Saruman and the huge pack of Warg rider reinforcements that were heading the two brothers way.

Watching this all the Witch King sat upon his grounded undead Dragon. With but a single gesture of his black armour clad finger he sent his minions forth, and diverted some to give chase to the white Wizard.

Seeing the power of the blue Wizards some Orcs hesitated, but only for a second after which they mindlessly charged to what they knew was their nearly certain deaths. However it was only nearly, while disobeying their Lord and master was a certainty of death. And so they charged.

Morinethar standing at the thick of the fighting was now dodging arrows and blades of the Warg riders who rode past him, though those riders quickly found their backsides in flames that soon burned them down to their bones.

Rómestámo was using his ice walls to defend himself, and his icicles to attack in turn. From behind his own created icy cover he could see a large group of Warg riders going after Saruman, but no dragon. And so he wasn't worried at all and merely kept on fighting while making sure to conserve as much energy as possible, for this was going to be a long battle it seemed.

However the enemy unknown to them had other plans in mind for them. Close to Morinethar, in the darkened burned fields dotted by blue flames around 5 Dark figures were riding towards Morinethar with haste.

The figures all seemed bulky with clearly well trained physiques even visible under their black clothes. Their faces were covered by skull masks with black hoods on top, black metallic pauldrons covered their shoulders, as black leather cloves with black metal gloves on top with claws like blades covered their hands, other than that they had black leather boots, a black cloak, black leather pants and a black shirt with a dark metallic chest plate on top. One held a bow with a black quiver of dark arrows at the side, while the four others held two black daggers each.

Riding through the smoke that covered the battlefield their approach went unnoticed by Morinethar, until they were but a stones throw away from him.

Although to Morinethar they seemed like nothing more than regular assassins of the Dark Tribe. Four of them were coming straight towards him, to whom he was quick to send towards a small wall of blue flame uncaringly.

Seeing this the four trained assassins hand picked by their Master of Shadows were quick to jump up high, although one had his leg stuck in his Wargs saddle and was quickly consumed by the flames.

Nonetheless with blades drawn the 3 remaining assassins seemed ready to fall straight upon Morinethar. Though Morinethar was quick to leap into the air and send one single devastating kick engulfed in flames that sent all three flying off to the side, with ones head flying even higher than the rests.

But just then, from behind the burning Wargs and the single burning assassin, there came a single dark arrow. With haste Morinehtar used the flames within his right hand to shoot himself out of the arrow's path, like he had done with other arrows, but to his surprise the arrow was faster than the ones before.

Realising this too late, he then felt it strike his right shoulder, the impact of it sending him pummeling to the ground.

Quickly its dark energies spread, cutting the connection between the fire within his right arm and his core. While using his left arm to push himself back up, Morinehtar could suddenly feel the magical energies within his right arm going haywire.

And within the next moment the world seemed to turn into slow motion for him as realisation hit him. With his left arm he covered his face, as his right arms energies went out of control and discharged on their own blowing up his entire arm and sending his meat and bone fragments flying all around.

"Boom!"

From the explosion a great shockwave was sent forth that sent Morinethar flying to the side with his own arms bone fragments now stuck to his naked upper body and his blue pants. Falling to the ground his pain was great, his right arm was gone, his body felt weak as it shook uncontrollably taking a moment to stabilise, as his mind started to assess the situation.

However he did not lay there for long in peace. Up above he could see a black smoke cloud appear, and from it the form of another Black Tribe Orc assassin came falling knives in hand towards him.

Though as he noticed the bow at his back, realisation of who had shot him came, and rage over took him. While gritting his teeth he pulled his knees up against his chest, and kicked the air after which fire shot out from his feet burning the Orc assassin into ash, while his now melted blade fell harmlessly to the ground as a puddle of metal.

Morinehtar was enraged, to be wounded by a mere Orc, even if it was a high ranking assassin of the Dark Tribe was too much.

Jumping back to his feet he roared to the sky, gritted his teeth and flew forth against the incoming reinforcing pack of Wargs in the distance. Like a blue star he flew across the grassy plains turning the ground beneath him black, and as he crashed into his enemies all burned around him.

With his bare left hand he grabbed a Warg, the beast tried to struggle, but its strength was no match against an Istari, and so it burned under his grip. Morinehtar seeing it took great pleasure within its and its riders screams of agony.

Arrows fell upon his back, but he didn't care, for they were quick to burn and no mere crude Orc arrow could kill him so easily anyway. He was a being below the Valar themselves, nearly a God as well and he would not be undone so easily.

Rómestámo seeing his brother's great wound was quick to make a path of ice, that he used to slide upon as he made his way towards his brother. Along the way he kept sucking the earth around him dry as he sent more and more icicles forth.

Making it to his enraged brother's side that had finally stopped for a moment, Rómestámo said.

"Hold still brother! I have to close that wound for you! Remember that while we are strong, you still need blood to stay alive and you're losing a lot of it."

Creating a cocoon of ice around them, to protect from arrows and all other dangers alike, Rómestámo was then stopped by Morinehtar as he looked to the far distance where not only the dragon was, but there he could also see trolls and even bigger creatures the Graugs coming their way along with legions of Orcs, as he then said.

"No brother, just cool me down for a bit. If we ever wish to get to that dragon and kill it, then self preservation must be damned. It's all or nothing now, the Orcs will only keep on coming in ever increasing numbers here along with the rest of the Nazgul, and soon we will be totally overrun and unable to take that beast down if we don't act fast."

Rómestámo seemed horrified to hear this as he looked at his brother and questioned him.

"So you're really serious about this? You intend to sacrifice yourself here if needs be? I mean you do know we could still possibly get away from here, It would not be easy, but we could. Of course with that dragon and everything else they have the west will surely fall, but so what. At least we would survive and along with the Valar and elves from Valinor in time we could always return here and reconquer the land as once was done in days long past. We don't need to sacrifice ourselves for these people brother, isn't the loss of Tom Bombadil enough already. How many more of us must die before these servants of darkness, these Nazgul? Have we not done enough already?"

Glancing at his brother Morinethar merely showed a smile, as he simply said.

"Why do this you ask, well my brother I will do this because it is the right thing to do. A lost life is a lost life, be it ours or a birds. And if our actions here have a chance of saving the West from utter annihilation, then I say it's worth it. Now cool me up, I'll show these servants of Darkness the true heat and burning light of my flames."

Rómestámo having already partially predicted his brother's answer, knowing what sort of a soul he was could merely sigh in acceptance of their fates here, as he then did what his brother said.

Placing his hands upon Morinethars shoulders, Rómestámo began to cool him up. And soon as the ice cocoon crumbled and the now dismounted orcs began to climb in, they were all immediately swept away by bright blue flames.

But quickly the flames pulled back into Morinethars missing right arm, his eyes burned with blue flames, and through his gritted teeth air hot like steam could be seen, then once more he roared to the sky and within his right side the flames created a new flaming blue arm for him.

And within a few seconds it grew long like the mighty undead dragon and thick as the beasts tale. Though as Morinethar slammed it down onto the Warg army before him, it killed all in its way instantly, but didn't quite reach the dragon as he had hoped it would.

Still with Rómestámo cooling his ever heating body down, the man having an aura of his own white icy energies around him, protecting him from the few arrows that a few brave orcs shot at them.

Morinethar then pushed his powers to new heights unlike ever before within his thousands of years that he had lived. Little by little the fist of blue fire grew, scaring off the Witch King enough so to take up flight and take to the skies.

Seeing this and feeling the arrows falling upon him annoyingly, Morinehtar roared as he then moved his fire fist in a wide arc towards the left, and all the way around himself. And all around Wargs and orcs burned, but still the mentally a bit deficient trolls and Graugs then still came from the front.

The Graugs were strong creatures, they were creatures tall as trees, with skin that grows tough and leathery, making them extremely resistant to all manner of arrows, bolts, and bladed or blunt weapons. They were easily two to three times their smaller cousins the trolls superiors, but the beasts just like everything was nonetheless instantly evaporated before the fist of flames. Especially as Morinehtar set his fist before them and then with a huge surge of energy made it expand and blow forth in a huge concentrated explosion, totally wiping out everything for a few kilometres and only leaving behind blacked burned soil and a long twenty meter wide burning ditch in the earth.

Having done this Morinehtar had killed most of all the enemies coming for them, but his body was spent. From the outside it seemed as if he was melting, already his brother's fingers were slightly being swallowed up into his melting flesh.

Horrified by this Rómestámo pulled his hands off of his brother and called out to him to stop.

"Brother, stop it! You're going to die, you can't keep going on like this. Just sit back and let me--."

Morinehtar was not having none of this.

"No, I refuse to give in now! Not yet, not before him! That bastard!"

He roared at the top of his lungs as the fist of fire grew from his right hand again and reached up towards the sky where the Witch King and his dragon were at a safe distance.

Over extending his fist it once again fell short of the dragon and as it did so, it broke and blew up into hundreds of individual fireballs that came down on the land like a meteor shower.

Now the Warg riders were in complete disarray, none who remained dared to approach the two brothers as they merely ran for their lives, while fireballs fell upon them.

Rómestámo not one to disappoint desperately poured his magic within Morinethar, cooling the fire Wizard down and enhancing his strength as well. Together fire and ice supported one another.

Still it didn't seem to be enough, Morinethar was now almost completely out of breath, his back was hunched forward as he was now heaving heavily. Rómestámo could feel his brother's heart beating like crazy as it seemed to be about to burst or merely melt away as it looked like the whole being of Morinethar was about to do.

Quietly, through panted breaths Morinehtar muttered out then.

"No, not yet, I have to, I have to. Only fire can burn them, only I can do this."

And with that said something seemed to snap within Morinethar, from his core of magic the last remaining remnants of his power seemingly came out as the mans eyes burned brightly like stars, he pushed Rómestámo away, and them his entire body was lit with fire and he flew like a blue shooting star of flame to wards the Witch king and his Dragon.

Quickly the Dragon answered back with a mighty black breath that seemed to totally consume Morinehtar for a second.

On the ground Rómestámo could only watch with great anticipation, as his brother then emerged from the black breath. Morinethar punched at the Undead Dragons jaw, closing it shut with that single strike and leaving massive burn scars behind, but not managing to go through. As he then flew to the Dragons neck, hugged it tightly and then within a single flash like one seen during the sunrise, Morinehtar along with the dragon and the Witch King all disappeared within the following explosion.

In an instant Rómestámo was tossed to the ground as a mighty shock wave hit him and made his ears ring, and for a long moment it seemed as if the world was consumed by light.

Saruman riding far off already with Wargs on his tail also could not help, but notice the flash and feel the shock wave hit him. His hair along with his clothes all shook as if having been blown by a mighty gust of air.

And soon as the explosion faded, dark smoke clouds were seen as they along with ash came raining down on the land. Rómestámo watched this with a bitter expression on his face, getting to his knees he held out his hands as the ash remains of his brother fell upon his hands.

However his grief was short-lived, as soon as the dust faded a little Rómestámo found himself surrounded by the 11 Nazgul standing around him with their Long Morgul blades.

Still his gaze did not fall upon them, but looked up to where he had last seen his brother. Then he felt it, his brothers spirit floating up there within the skies, it was looking west, to Valinor. His brothers time had come, and yet from the west a wind seemingly then came and his brothers spirit flew away like dust into the winds of the East. Manwé had rejected him, Manwé had rejected them. Had their sacrifices not been enough?

Quickly tiers of despair and a bitter smile came upon his face, this was the true end for them. They were not going to see Saruman or anyone else ever again, not even each other. For all of eternity they would be forced to float around the world, lost forever.

Taking notice of Rómestámos despair, the howling sounds of the 11 Nazgul like the voices of the dead were quick to be carried into his ear, asking him.

"Why struggle any longer, struggler? Even your wise and powerful friend Tom Bombadil struggled for long, he went from land to land trying to avoid our blades, until finally he too was cornered and forced to fight. And after facing our unrelenting, untiring force, he realised his mistake, and he tried to run so that he could rest, but each time we found him, again and again, until finally he was spent. And yet he never surrendered and merely accepted his fate under our dark blades, and yet for all his struggling he too was rejected like your brother. So why keep on struggling? Already for over a thousand years you have already struggled, and yet you have lost. So why not give in, become one with us and your life will be spared. You will become a lord over many and hold power much greater than you now possess. And our master might even bring back your brother to you, Istari."

Rómestámo for a second found reason within these words, but thought back to his brother and then looked to the Nazgul standing a few meters from him, as he then spoke out saying.

"I struggle because it is the right thing to do."

And with that, 11 dark figures turned into black clouds that within a blink of an eye came before him, and stabbed their Morgul blades into his flesh.

Still Rómestámo merely smiled, as the 11 Nazgul suddenly found their dark blades stuck within his body. And within that same moment, before the Nazgul could react they all, along with Rómestámo turned to ice, and shattered into pieces.

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Far away Saruman unaware of this all, cursed his and his brother's fate as he complained to his horse and wondered where his eagles were.