Second Chance

by Parodoxical Shift

Sauron isn't the only threat. Under the fiery flames of Mt. Doom, another entity stirs. One that could cause even more damage then the Dark Lord. No Mary-Sues, slashes, anything else of that kind. Post ROTK. Update may be delayed slightly.

1. Prologue

Lord of the Rings Fanfic-Second chance

A/N: OK, this is my first LoTR fanfic, so be gentle. And, just in case ANYONE likes this story (I doubt it, I only write for fun) you'd better be ready for some EXTREMELY long updating periods, since I'm so busy with homework, piano, and other whatnot. Hopefully, I won't take TOO long, since I'm entertaining the idea, for the first time ever, to write out chapters beforehand (I'm only a beginner!!). This chapter is really dumb, sine it basically states the obvious in the first two or so paragraphs. Lastly, I apologize for the extreme shortness of some chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own any LoTR characters, settings, plots, ideas, etc. I am only borrowing them for a pure entertainment reasons. I am not making any profit whatsoever from this story. Also I don't own the second sentence; I copied it off of Wikipedia.

Ch. 1- Prologue (The very boring, dumb, insignificant chapter that also happens to be very short.)

Mt. Doom. Located in the heart of the black land of Mordor and approximately 4,500 feet (1.4 km) high, it proves worthy of its name, signifying only one thing: doom. Alternative names, in Sindarin, include Orodruin ("fiery mountain") and Amon Amarth ("mountain of fate"). From the raging fires in the center of this monster rose the One Ring, empowering the Dark Lord Sauron, and allowing his dominions, the Orcs, to serve him.

But the power of Sauron was felled by a mismatched group. Nine Walkers were sent against the Nine Riders of Sauron. The battles fought were strenuous, and the prices to pay were immense. After years of fighting, the Fellowship of the Ring won, and Sauron's ring was finally destroyed.

The whole of Middle-Earth thought that the forces of the Dark were finally destroyed. With the remaining orcs in hiding, everyone believed that hey were safe again. Unbeknownst to all, they remained a nameless entity, stirring under the roaring flames of Mt. Doom, awakened from a deep slumber by the destruction of the Ring and the creatures that He had created.

No evil can be held back.

A/N: OK, that was really, really short, and you can probably guess what the 'nameless evil' is, especially if you research the history of the Orcs *hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge* Anyways, I think I'll update over the weekend, since I have a good idea what to do next.