Board Thread:Fan Fiction/@comment-26767096-20160324005950

"It is by the great judgement of the Empire, that these three traitors die today." The commander's voice rings throughout the crowd. The crowd cheer excitedly and yell for the execution to happen quicker. The commander raises his hand and the crowd falls silent.

"These men do not die with honor, or chivalry. These men die in cowardice." The commander yells angrily. And finally, the prisoners are revealed. All are men, and two have long black beards. The other is young, barely old enough to leave home by himself, and his face is covered with cuts.

"These.. Scum.. Have refused to give the Empire the location of important rebel plans - a plan to rescue the traitors that are to be executed at Umbar. No matter. We found the plans on our own." Little did he know that those plans were fake - a decoy. The real plans were hidden deep within the desert, in a rebel stronghold. The commander looks toward the men. "Any last words?" He says.

The boy smirks and begins to speak. "Yes, I do have some last words. You are all traitors and cowards and fools and some day you soon you will all die violently. We are the true sons of Gondor. Your 'empire' is a petty immitation of the Reunited Kingdom." And with that, the commander yells for the executioner to come forth. Soon, the boy's head is on the chopping block and the executioner hefts his axe.

"For the cause." He yells in a strangled voice. The axe is brought down onto his head. His last thoughts are of the prisoners who's lives he had saved in exchange for his own. 