Travelling the Path with Style or die trying
Chapter One: Finding the Ring of Power
Haysel, a young lady of 18 summers skipped along a dirt path whistling a cheerful tune, but in that moment of blissful cheerfulness, she suddenly tripped and fell landing painfully on her arm. "Oh butter biscuits! Haysel exclaimed as she held her injured limb. What a travesty! She thought. Now she was going to get blood on her new dress.
So as she headed down into the meadow where she normally kept her first aid kit, she came across a shiny gold ring, a ring that radiated great and terrible power, 'oh how pretty' she squealed in delight and picked it up.
Haysel soon realised that this one ring belonged to that dark lord freak she had seen on Middle Earths most Wanted late last night. The dark lord was apparently still at large, mostly due to unforeseen circumstances involving lava, fire and a suspiciously looking eye atop a safety challenged tower.
She then took a moment to ponder the pros and cons of keeping this one ring and the implications it would have on the world. After a couple of minutes of thoughtful thinking she soon came to a logical conclusion. What use is a ring to a being that had no mortal form? How could he wear it if he didn't have a finger? Satisfied with this conclusion she decided to keep it to make her own way in the world.
She would put it to good use and flaunt it as a fashion statement; world domination would be her ultimate goal though. She then imagined herself as a ruler and how she would declare a three day weekend and chocolate will be her royal dish. But as usual she was getting ahead of herself. Time in this case was in abundance and she would take all the time in the world to accomplish it.
Evidently her plans were put on hold the next day when she received a phone call from the jewellers which were authenticating the ring of power. They cheerfully told her that the ring was a fraud. Instinct told her otherwise, she was been deceived and they wanted the ring for themselves, balls.
Apparently that's what you get, when you go to a shady place called Ring Wraiths; the nine gentlemen that worked there, called themselves the nazgul who were suspiciously eager about getting the ring.
'Oh my giddy aunts!' she stressed out, how could she be so careless during these dark times, now the world was doomed and it was partly her fault. Good lords she would feel guilty now and have to go to Rivendale and probably set up a task force of skilful beings not to mention put up with those fancy pants elves with their ridiculous good looks, no doubt they were constantly armed with GHD straighteners.
This mission she thought was going to suck big time, not to mention the strain it would have on her hair and considering the weather these days; dark with a chance of fire. Maybe she could convince one of those prissy elves to lend her a GHD.
Pondering this, she went online and booked a flight with Wizard airlines and was strangely lucky to get a flight the next day. She soon found out why, it was due to the fact hazardous conditions were occurring over mount doom, what those hazardous conditions were, was probably due to fact that mount doom was a volcano. 'Oh goblin spit!'