Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn had finally reached the top chamber. The sound of Sauron’s maniacal laugh had changed to muted snarls and the air was thick with the stench of orcs. They cautiously made their way inside, their weapons drawn and ready for battle.

As they crept further into the chamber, the stench got worse.

"What the hell is that?" Gimli whispered, covering his nose.

Legolas shrugged. "I don't know, but it doesn't smell good."

"Stay alert,” commanded Aragorn. “We don't know what we're dealing with here."

As they rounded the corner toward the source of the smell, they realized that it was Sauron, engaged in a rather...personal activity.

"What the fuck?" Legolas exclaimed. He stood frozen in shock.

Gimli turned flush. "I-I didn't need to see that."

Sauron looked up and his face contorted with embarrassment. "Ah, crap. I didn't expect anyone to find me like this."

Aragorn sneered. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The mighty Sauron, caught with his pants down."

"Screw you guys,” Sauron scowled. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the battle? I swear it’s impossible to get any alone time these days."

"You’ll have plenty of alone time when you’re dead, Sauron,” said Aragorn with a smirk. “Your reign of terror is over."

"You think you can defeat me? I am the mighty Sauron! The Dark Lord of Mordor!"

Aragorn held out his sword and bravely stepped forward. "You may be powerful, but you're no match for me and my companions. Legolas, Gimli, let's finish this once and for all!"

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Legolas steadied his sniper rifle as Gimli held his axe high over his head. The final battle with Sauron had begun.

Sauron gathered his wits and his clothing, then held out a finger toward the brave warriors. A fireball jetted out from the tip and sent Aragorn into the wall in a splash of fire.

Legolas was next to strike. He three-sixty no-scoped Sauron and the impact from the bullet knocked the Dark Lord off his feet. But Sauron persisted, and without delay he lifted Legolas across the room with an anti-gravity spell. The screaming elf crashed against the ceiling with a painful thud.

Gimli leapt toward Sauron swinging his axe. Sauron dodged quickly, then countered by grabbing the head of the axe and lifting the dwarf off the ground.

“My axe!” cried Gimli as his feet dangled high above the floor.

Sauron threw him away like common trash, and Gimli grimaced in pain as he landed hard against the floor.

The three warriors were no match for Sauron’s might. The Dark Lord cackled and raised his hands to execute the final death blows. And in that moment, Éowyn appeared with a fierce cry, and she plunged her sword deep into Sauron's heart. His body crumbled to the ground.

As Sauron lay dying, he looked up at Éowyn with a mixture of hatred and wonder. "Damn, girl. How’d you learn to fight like that? I guess it doesn't matter now. I'm finished. You've won."

And with that, Sauron exhaled his last breath. The Dark Lord's reign of terror was officially over.

Éowyn withdrew her sword from the corpse, a look of fierce triumph on her face. “Middle-earth can finally know peace.”

"We did it! Sauron is dead!" Legolas exclaimed. Gimli joined by his side and the two took out their flasks to partake in a celebratory drink.

Aragorn rushed to his companions with disbelief. "I can't believe it. After all these years, it's finally over." He paced back and forth with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

As the adrenaline of victory faded, Aragorn composed himself. He knelt before Éowyn and placed his head at her feet. “I owe you everything, Éowyn. We all do.”

Éowyn helped Aragorn to his feet. "Get up, get up, you silly man. I didn't do it all on my own. We make a good team."

"And you are a good woman," Aragorn said, his voice filled with honest emotion.

"Let’s drink to a new era of peace!" Legolas shouted with a raise of his flask.

They allowed themselves to revel in the moment, to smile without worry, to drink without judgment, for they had done the impossible—they had saved Middle-earth from the clutches of darkness.