DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to Joss Whedon, J.R.R. Tolkien, and their other respective owners.
A/N ABOUT THIS STORY: As you can tell, I’ve taken several scenes directly from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Lord of the Rings, word-for-word in the dialogue. This is not to rip off any of the real writers because I respect their work and I am not a plagiarist. This is an artistic ploy to put the reader in the mindset of where they are and is essential to the story. The Buffy episodes used were episodes (5.5) “No Place Like Home,” written by Doug Petrie and (5.22) “The Gift,” written by Joss Whedon. The movies used are, of course, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring and Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, written by Frances Walsh, Philippa Boyens and Peter Jackson, based on the books by J.R.R. Tolkien (if you didn’t know that, shame, shame).
~~~Sunnydale, California: May 22, 2001~~~
“Buffy!” Dawn screamed as she stood chained on top of tower and one of Glory’s minions, Doc, sliced at her stomach drawing her blood.
Doc stopped and turned around seeing the Slayer, her eyes furious and determined, marching down the walkway towards them. “Well,” he smiled, “this should be interest—”
Without a single pause, Buffy shoved him out of her way and continued down the walkway as Doc plummeted several stories to the concrete ground of the construction site below. Buffy rushed over to her sister as tears poured down her face.
“Here,” Buffy gently declared as she broke the chains holding her wrists.
“Buffy,” Dawn cried, “it hurts.”
“I got it,” Buffy answered, comforting her. “Come here. You’re gonna be okay.” Blood dripped from Dawn’s feet into the air, and a white light appeared beneath the edge of the walkway. A cloud of light appeared, shifting and moving as it grew in size.
~~~Mount Doom: Mordor~~~
Samwise Gamgee limped into the entrance of the volcano as it shifted and growled inside while outside Aragorn, the King of Gondor, along with Legolas, Gimli, Merry, Pippin and Gandalf in his reincarnated form battled the forces of Mordor.
As soon as Sam walked into the volcano he could feel the tremendous heat on his body. He slowly stumbled his way down the walkway towards the end as he called out over the roaring of fire around him, “Frodo!”
At the end of the walkway, Sam could see Frodo standing at the end of a rock and staring into the lava below. Heat swirled around the fiery chasm they were in as Frodo turned around, beaten, dirtied, cut and his eyes full of despair. “I’m here, Sam…”
Dawn stopped in the middle of the platform walkway and turned around. “Go!” Buffy ordered.
“Buffy,” Dawn exclaimed, staring at the night sky behind her. “It’s started!” Buffy turned around towards the portal and she and Dawn watched helplessly. The gigantic cloud of light was erupting, shifting, moving and pulsing as it grew larger and larger, rumbling and crashing in the sky.
From the ground, Giles looked up in awe at the horrifying sight. Xander and Anya held each other as they sat on the ground below the tower, looking up at the portal. Spike pushed himself off of the ground, just now regaining consciousness after he was thrown off of the tower trying to save Dawn. He looked over as a gigantic crack opened in the ground and it began to tremble and shake. Tara and Willow also stared up at the sky before looking back at each other with worry. It was the end of all things and Buffy was the only one who could stop it. But that meant killing Dawn…
Sam walked slowly towards his friend, walking deeper into the fiery chasm. “Destroy it!” he shouted. Frodo looked away from him and looked down at the golden Ring on the chain that he clutched to his chest. With shaking hands, he pulled it away from him and held it before his eyes. He stared down at the Ring as the cavern groaned and rocked.
“Go on!” Sam yelled. “Now! Throw it in the fire!” Frodo stared down at the lava below him with tears welling in his eyes from the heat. His chest heaved heavily and his face grimaced with pain while his hand trembled wildly.
“What are you waiting for?” Sam declared with a withering voice. “Just let it go!”
Buffy clung on to Dawn for dear life as they watched the portal shift and bubble in horror. “I’m sorry,” Dawn shook her head, crying.
“It doesn’t matter,” Buffy declared. Dawn looked at the boiling portal as her eyes filled with determination and she tried to walk past Buffy. Buffy grabbed her by the arm, “What are you doing?”
“I have to jump,” Dawn declared, staring at Buffy now. “The energy—”
“It’ll kill you,” Buffy shook her head. She’d lost her mother to an aneurysm; she wasn’t going to lose the only part of her family she had left.
“I know,” Dawn whispered softly, as if she were trying to comfort her sister. Buffy stared at her incredulously as she continued, “Buffy, I know about the ritual. I have to stop it.”
“No!” Buffy snapped as the tower creaked and shook beneath their feet.
Frodo stared at the Ring as the torment that filled his eyes suddenly vanished. For the first time in a long time, Frodo felt calm in his heart. The Ring whispered and sang to him, filling his mind with comfort and solitude. Sam watched from the other end of the walkway, staring at his motionless friend in confusion.
Frodo turned around and faced Sam, no longer lost and fear no longer in his eyes. He glared at Sam with a tear-stained face as he declared with bitter, wicked words, “The Ring is mine.”
Sam watched in horror as he ripped the Ring from the chain and pointed his index finger. “No,” Sam shook his head tearfully. “No…” As Frodo pushed the Ring nearer to his finger, a maniacal, evil grin twisted his face. The second the Ring connected with his finger, Frodo disappeared completely from sight.
“No!” Sam screamed.
“I have to!” Dawn shouted. “Look at what’s happening!” Lightning flashed as Buffy and Dawn turned back towards the portal to see a gigantic dragon fly out, squealing and howling as it soared across the sky.
Sam hit the ground hard as Gollum smacked the back of his head with a rock. Gollum glared around the chasm, having chased the hobbits this far and knew where Frodo was. He leapt on Frodo’s head and pulled and twisting, trying anything to get his beloved Ring back.
Gollum grabbed the hand that the Ring was on, holding it high in the air, and he viciously bit down on it. With a scream, Frodo reappeared, the Ring having been bitten off of his finger. The hobbit collapsed to his knees, staring down at his bloody index finger, half of it missing. Behind him, Gollum pranced and skipped around in glee, having finally being reunited with his ‘precious.’
Frodo looked up at him as Gollum danced with the Ring as he repeated the word, “Precious… Precious… Precious!” The hobbit came to a stand and walked towards him menacingly until he grabbed the creature and wrestled for the Ring. Sam looked up as he dwindled back into consciousness and saw Frodo and Gollum fall over the edge of the walkway with the burning river of fire right below.
“Buffy, you have to let me go!” Dawn declared as Buffy stared at her in excruciating anguish. “The blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it’ll never stop!” Buffy’s hands clutched Dawn’s shoulders tightly as they trembled with fear and indecision. Let go of her sister and let her commit suicide to save the world or hold on to her sister and let the world be destroyed.
Let go… Buffy kept trying to tell herself. I can’t let go. Not my sister. Please, not my sister…
Terrified, Sam jumped up on his feet and ran to the end of the stone walkway, lying down on his belly and peering over the edge. Gollum disappeared into the lava below, taking the Ring with him, while Frodo clung on to the end of the rock desperately.
Sam reached out for his friend, his heart racing, but his hand was a foot too short to grab him. “Give me your hand!” Sam ordered. Frodo looked up at his friend, his mind clearer now that the Ring was no longer in his possession. He gazed up at Sam’s hand as if it were a mile away. A mile further than he cared to go.
“Take my hand!” Sam ordered, reaching down for him. Frodo complied and struggled to reach up for Sam. Frodo’s blood-covered hand just barely touched Sam’s hand before it slipped away and he nearly lost his grip on the rock completely.
“No!” Sam shouted as the bloody hand slid away from him. Frodo’s face was full of exhaustion and he glared up at the other hobbit as he reaching down for him with urgency. Frodo looked up at the hand of his friend and then glared down at the fiery river below, now holding the edge of the rock with one hand.
“You know you have to let me go,” Dawn shook her head with tears streaming down her face as she stared at Buffy. “It has to have the blood.”
Frodo’s tortured eyes met Sam’s eyes of determination once more. Sam stared down at him with resolve as he held out his hand and declared, “Don’t you let go…”
Buffy’s crushed expression suddenly changed as she heard Sam’s voice in the back of her mind. For a moment, she thought she was crazy, but then she was sure it was Sam that she heard. Her mind flashbacked to the vision that she’d had in her bedroom before she went through the portal of Frodo and Sam…
In Mount Doom, she thought as she breathed lightly. Buffy looked down at her hands that still tightly clutched her sister. Sam’s voice spoke in her mind once more:
‘Don’t let go…’
Buffy turned around towards the portal and remembered what the First Slayer had said to her, ‘Death is your gift…’
Resolve settled on her face as she watched the sun rise from behind the southern California hills, Sunnydale’s backdrop. The fear disappeared from her heart and she knew what she had to do.
Buffy turned to her sister with a peaceful expression on her face, terrifying Dawn to the core. “Buffy,” Dawn exclaimed, knowing what was about to happen, “no!”
“Dawnie, I have to,” Buffy whispered, placing her hands on Dawn’s tear-soaked face. Cool wind blew around them as Dawn’s violet dress softly flapped in the wind.
“No!” Dawn cried.
“Listen to me,” Buffy declared as her straight blonde hair waived in her face. “Please. There isn’t a lot of time, listen…”
Frodo stared down at the fiery lava once more, knowing that he couldn’t reach his friend’s hand. Did he want to reach him? Did he want to continue life at all?
‘You have to be strong,’ he suddenly heard in the back of his mind. It was Buffy. He looked up at Sam again and remembered his vision of Buffy on top of a tower at night as she spoke to another young girl. He continued to hear Buffy’s voice:
‘Dawn, the hardest thing in this world… is to live in it. Be brave. Live…’
Frodo reached up his hand suddenly and Sam caught it with a strong grip.
Buffy stroked the side of Dawn’s face and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek as tears continued to fall. Buffy pulled back and stared at her sister’s face with resolve, then turned away valiantly.
The One Ring of Power finally melted in the fires of Mount Doom as the Eye of Sauron exploded into furious flames. Every minion of evil outside of the volcano suddenly stopped and retreated, and not a moment too soon.
Aragorn picked himself off of the ground and looked towards the mountain as tremendous squealing rang out throughout Mordor. Gandalf stared at Mount Doom almost in disbelief. Legolas watched in shock as the clouds circled the tower of the Eye of Sauron and it crumbled down to nothingness. Merry and Pippin stood side by side near Gimli as they cheered, watching the collapse of the tower.
The Dark Lord had finally been defeated.
Buffy ran down the walkway, steadily crossing the platform and as she reached the end she leapt off the edge in a glorious swan dive. She plummeted through the air and disappeared into the swirling cloud portal.
She hung in midair in the middle of the portal as she grimaced with pain, the life being sucked out of her. Her blood slowly began to stop flowing. The portal writhed and cursed and jerked – wanting to reject this Champion that had cast herself into its belly and was slowing killing it.
Frodo and Sam pulled each other across the stone walkway, racing towards the exit as the lava boiled over and spilled out after them. The walkway crumbled beneath their feet as they rushed out of the exit, the fiery river following closely behind. The top of Mount Doom had exploded and Mordor itself was being destroyed.
Buffy was surrounded in the white, shifting portal as it crashed and thrashed around her. The pain in her expression slowly disappeared and vanished along with her life. Buffy’s soul left her body as the portal shrunk down and dissipated into the air.
The world had been saved and the ultimate price had been paid.
Brilliant white light poured down on a pale, beaten face that lay down on a soft, feathery pillow. The body lay in a bed, wrapped in the warm sunlight and blankets of the Houses of Healing. Breath suddenly filled the lungs deeply as two green eyes opened to the sunlight.
“Hello, Buffy,” a soft voice said.
Buffy Summers sat up in the bed to see Frodo standing before her at the edge of the bed. Next to him, Gandalf the White had a pleasant smirk on his face. Buffy looked in the corner of the room to see the other hobbits, Sam, Merry and Pippin, standing next to Legolas and Gimli. Next to them, Aragorn stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself to her with a pleased and knowing smile.
Buffy was overcome with joy as King Aragorn nodded reverently, “Welcome home.”
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