I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith
('The world is changed; I can feel it in the water, I can feel it in the earth, I can smell it in the air.')
Once that much was, is lost. For none now live, who remember it. It began with forging of the great rings; Three were given to the elves. Immortal. Wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf Lords. Miners and Craftsman of the Mountain Halls. Nine...And Nine rings were gifted to the race of men. Who above all else, desire power.
For within each ring, was the power to will and govern each race. But they were all deceived...for another ring was made.
In the land of Mordor; in the fires of Mount-Doom. The Dark-lord Sauron, forged in secret. A master Ring; To control all others.
And into this ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all! One by one, free-lands of Middle-Earth, fell to the power of the ring.
But there were some, that resisted. A last alliance of elves and men, marched against the army of Mordor.
And on the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth.
Victory was near. But the power of the ring, could not be un-done.
It was in this moment; when all hope had faded. That Isildur, Son of the King. Took up his father's sword......Sauron, the enemy of the freepeople's of Middle-Earth was defeated.
The ring passed down to Isildur, who had this once chance. To destroy evil forever.
But the hearts of men, are easily corrupted. And the ring of power; has a will of it's own. It betrayed Isildur....to his death.
And some things, that should have not been forgotten. Were lost. History became Legend, Legend became Myth.
And for Two and Half Thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until; when chance came. It ensnared a new bearer.
The ring, came to the creature Gollum. Whom took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains.
And there; it consumed him. The ring, brought to Gollum; unnatural long life. For five hundred years, it poisoned his mind.
And in the gloom of Gollum's cave...it waited.
Darkness crept back into the forest of the World; Rumor grew of a Shadow, in the east. Whispers of a name-less fear. And the ring of power perceived.
('The world is changed; I can feel it in the water, I can feel it in the earth, I can smell it in the air.')
Once that much was, is lost. For none now live, who remember it. It began with forging of the great rings; Three were given to the elves. Immortal. Wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf Lords. Miners and Craftsman of the Mountain Halls. Nine...And Nine rings were gifted to the race of men. Who above all else, desire power.
For within each ring, was the power to will and govern each race. But they were all deceived...for another ring was made.
In the land of Mordor; in the fires of Mount-Doom. The Dark-lord Sauron, forged in secret. A master Ring; To control all others.
And into this ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all! One by one, free-lands of Middle-Earth, fell to the power of the ring.
But there were some, that resisted. A last alliance of elves and men, marched against the army of Mordor.
And on the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth.
Victory was near. But the power of the ring, could not be un-done.
It was in this moment; when all hope had faded. That Isildur, Son of the King. Took up his father's sword......Sauron, the enemy of the freepeople's of Middle-Earth was defeated.
The ring passed down to Isildur, who had this once chance. To destroy evil forever.
But the hearts of men, are easily corrupted. And the ring of power; has a will of it's own. It betrayed Isildur....to his death.
And some things, that should have not been forgotten. Were lost. History became Legend, Legend became Myth.
And for Two and Half Thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until; when chance came. It ensnared a new bearer.
The ring, came to the creature Gollum. Whom took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains.
And there; it consumed him. The ring, brought to Gollum; unnatural long life. For five hundred years, it poisoned his mind.
And in the gloom of Gollum's cave...it waited.
Darkness crept back into the forest of the World; Rumor grew of a Shadow, in the east. Whispers of a name-less fear. And the ring of power perceived.
