A/N: I do not own Doctor Who or The Lord of the Rings.
Prologue
Ten years had passed since the downfall of Sauron and the collapse of Mordor. Now the desolate land was teaming with life courtesy of the defeated foes of Gondor along with the help of the freed Nurn slaves. Rearing into the clear sky was the dormant volcano, Mount Doom, its slopes caked by river of dried lava. In the center of Mordor was a deep lake created after the earth had crumbled from the explosion of The Eye of Sauron.
Farmers were tilling the crops when blackness covered the sun, plunging the area into shadow. Looking up fearfully, they saw swirling clouds lowering toward the body of water, an intense wind generating massive waves. Streaks of lightning cleaved the horizon, peals of thunder following in their wake. Yelling hysterically, the farmers ran to join the other villagers who were staring at the twisting funnel that was sucking the lake dry, its liquid vanishing into the clouds. Violent tremors shook the ground, knocking people off their feet. Just as suddenly as the tempest had manifested, it disappeared, leaving everyone baffled.
One Man opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could emerge, a vast crack tore beneath him, sending him plummeting to his death. Hot magma rose swiftly to the surface, driving the villagers to seek safety, yet as they whirled to flee, the structures they had built fell into the fiery abyss. Cowering, they huddled together while the land melted around them until all that remained was the patch of earth they were upon. Rippling shimmers of heated air cloaked the area, making the Men pant heavily.
A jet of glowing magma abruptly shot into the sky, setting the surrounding trees on fire. Mount Doom rumbled loudly, forcing the villagers to turn slowly, crying out when the volcano erupted, spewing more superheated rock that rained on the landscape. Piercing screams caused everyone to cover their ears, flinching as boiling columns of magma rocketed upward, morphing into a winged creature that easily dwarfed the a Balrog. Training its crimson gaze on the terrified Men, it roared, revealing rows of serrated fangs. Wicked claws the length of two houses, dripping fire, raked the air.
"I require a human body," the demon snarled, bending its horned head, wings folded along its back. Snapping its face to the side, it sniffed, slowly grinning. "Excellent, it seems I have found a soul who was conflicted between good and evil. His love for a certain woman continues even after death, as does his hunger for revenge." Aiming a talon east, the creature began chanting, drawing a cloud of vapor to it, swallowing the substance. Shutting its eyes, it started to shrink, soon becoming the shape of a human.
"N-no, not him!" a Man breathed, trembling, hiding behind his friends. Feeling several blanks stares, he stammered the rest of his story. "Grima Wormtounge, former counsellor to King Theoden. Once while I was in Rohan, I saw him with Lady Eowyn, pinning her to the wall, fondling her. I-I know I should have told Eomer, but I was t-too afraid Grima would discover me and-" Words trailing off, the Man sensed a malevolent glare fix on him, making him shiver. Peering over one of his friends' shoulder, he found Wormtounge advancing purposely. Retreating, the villager almost tipped into the splashing magma pool. "L-leave me a-alone!"
"Tell me why I would do that?" Wormtounge purred, grabbing the Man by the throat. "So it was you that day, was it? You know, I seem to recall you telling King Theoden about my actions instead of Eomer." Dark eyes glinting, he smiled cruelly as his victim shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Good thing the king was unable to order my execution, but you are not going to be so fortunate." Baring his pointed teeth, Wormtounge dropped the Man, slamming his weight onto him. Positioning his claws above the heaving chest, he slashed down, hard, repeating the process twice, gore fanning into the air. Climbing off the prone body, he faced the remaining villagers, licking the blood from his hand. "I am afraid this is where you all perish." Vanishing in a puff of smoke, he left an ominous silence that was broken by the sound of the pillar of earth snapping to plunge into the magma.
A/N: What do you think? Good so far? Horrible? Leave your insight in the review section, please. The Doctor and Amy appear in the next chapter which will be longer.