Sam looks ahead, his breath heavy, and sees Frodo making the last desperate run toward the door of Mount Doom. Frodo vanishes into the cavern, his form swallowed by the fiery glow emanating from the heart of the mountain. Sam's legs burn with exhaustion, but he doesn't stop. Gritting his teeth, he follows Frodo along the narrow, winding pathway that leads into the inferno.

"Frodo!" Sam shouts, his voice echoing off the walls of the cavern.

Ahead, Frodo stands on the edge of the pathway, silhouetted by the blazing light of the Cracks of Doom. He gazes down at the roiling, fiery chasm far below. Slowly, he turns toward Sam, his face pale and drawn, his eyes reflecting both weariness and something far darker.

"I'm here, Sam," Frodo says, his voice thin but steady.

Sam hurries closer, his eyes locking onto the chain dangling from Frodo's hand, the Ring swinging hypnotically at its end. "Destroy it!" Sam cries, urgency and hope battling in his voice.

Frodo looks away, his hand trembling as he holds the Ring before him, its golden surface shimmering in the fiery light. The weight of it seems to pull at his very soul. He stares into the depths of the fire below, gasping as if fighting an unseen force.

"Go on, Mr. Frodo," Sam pleads, his voice breaking. "Now. Throw it in the fire!"

Frodo's face contorts with torment, his hand tightening around the chain. He raises the Ring, his gaze fixed on it. His breathing grows shallow as the voice of the Ring whispers to him, seductive and commanding. The glow of the fire reflects in his wide, dilated eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Just let it go!" Sam shouts, stepping closer.

Frodo doesn't move. The whispers grow louder in his mind, drowning out all other sound. His hand trembles violently. Then, slowly, his gaze shifts to Sam. His eyes are wild, his expression twisted by the Ring's hold over him.

"The Ring is mine," Frodo declares, his voice low but filled with finality.

"No!" Sam cries, horror flooding his face.

Frodo rips the chain from his neck and slides the Ring onto his finger. In an instant, he vanishes.

Outside, the Eye of Sauron swivels, its fiery gaze piercing through the battlefield and locking onto Mount Doom. The Ringwraiths, their shrill cries cutting through the chaos, abandon their assault and streak toward the mountain like dark, deadly arrows.

Inside the cavern, Sam stumbles, momentarily blinded by Frodo's sudden disappearance. Then, he hears footsteps—the faint, hurried patter of Frodo's invisible flight. Sam's heart pounds as he struggles to comprehend what's happening.

A shadow moves behind him. Sam spins too late. Gollum leaps out of the darkness, a jagged rock in his hand. With a grunt, Gollum strikes Sam, knocking him to the ground. The rock clatters to the floor as Gollum looks around frantically, his wide eyes scanning the ground.

He sees the faint impression of Frodo's footsteps. With a guttural growl, Gollum lunges forward, his thin, wiry body colliding with Frodo's invisible form. Frodo cries out as the two tumble to the ground, Gollum clawing and biting at him.

On the battlefield, Aragorn hears a deafening roar. He turns, his sword raised, just in time to face a hulking Cave Troll charging toward him. Its massive club swings through the air, narrowly missing Aragorn's head. The king staggers back, blocking and dodging with desperate precision.

Legolas, spotting Aragorn's peril, sprints toward him. The Elf's bow is drawn, but the battlefield is chaotic, and the distance is vast.

Back in the cavern, Sam struggles to his feet, clutching his aching head. He watches in horror as Gollum clings to Frodo's shoulders, his sharp teeth biting into Frodo's hand. Frodo screams in agony and reappears, his invisibility shattered. Blood drips from his hand where a finger is now missing.

"Frodo!" Sam shouts, stumbling forward.

Gollum holds the Ring aloft, his eyes alight with manic glee. "Yes, precious! My precious!" he croons, cradling the Ring as though it were a long-lost lover. He backs toward the brink of the fiery chasm, mesmerized.

Aragorn falls under the Cave Troll's onslaught. The creature's massive foot pins him to the ground. Legolas sprints faster, loosing arrow after arrow, but they only anger the beast. Suddenly, a burst of lightning illuminates the battlefield. Liv appears beside Aragorn in a flash of energy, her twin kunai crackling with electric power.

"Lightning Style: Dual Lightning Blade!" she shouts, striking the Troll's leg. The beast roars, stumbling back and freeing Aragorn. Seizing the moment, Aragorn drives his blade into the creature's foot.

In Mount Doom, Frodo clutches his bleeding hand, gasping in pain. He looks up and sees Gollum teetering at the edge, the Ring glinting in his grasp. With a surge of determination, Frodo lunges at him. The two grapple, clawing and striking each other, their struggle dangerously close to the edge.

The Ring's pull is too strong for either of them to resist. In their frenzied battle, they stumble and fall.

Gollum plummets into the fiery depths, the Ring clutched tightly to his chest. His face is serene for a moment, a grotesque expression of joy, before the flames consume him. He sinks into the molten lava, holding the Ring high above his head until, at last, he vanishes completely.

The Ring rests atop the lava, glowing with malevolent power. Slowly, it begins to melt, its form warping and collapsing until it vanishes into the fire.

Frodo dangles from the edge of the chasm, his remaining hand struggling to hold on. Below him, the flames roar hungrily.

"Give me your hand!" Sam yells, diving forward.

Frodo looks up, his face pale and streaked with tears. He swings his arm up, but his grip falters.

"Don't you let go, Mr. Frodo!" Sam cries, his voice breaking. "Reach!"

With one final, desperate effort, Frodo stretches his arm toward Sam. Their hands connect, and Sam pulls with all his strength. Inch by inch, he drags Frodo up until both of them collapse onto the pathway, gasping for breath.

Below, the fires of Mount Doom surge, consuming the last remnants of Sauron's power.

"It's over," Sam whispers, tears streaming down his face.

Frodo looks at him, his expression weary but filled with a fragile sense of relief. "It's over."

Outside, the Eye of Sauron shatters, and the Dark Tower crumbles, signaling the end of the Dark Lord's reign.