Hi, I'm back, and this is the final story in this trilogy! Just a few minute ago, I was watching "The Black Cauldron", and I got a couple of new ideas for the story. For instance: Saulon is not Sauron's evil brother(that's the oldest one in the book!), you'll find out his origen later on in the story. There are also a couple other things I thought of that I won't tell you, you'll just have to find out on you own. Anyway, on with the story!
Chapter 1: The Finding of the Sword
The year was 2568 of the Third Age. It was a cool, crisp summer day in the Shire. Two friends, cousins actually, were fishing on he Brandywine River. Their names were Ologrim and Amadoc. They had been fishing almost all day and hadn't even gotten a nibble...until now. Amadoc felt a sharp tug at the bottom of his line and he became very excited.
"Am-Amadoc, I've got one! I've got a fish!" he said excitedly.
"Well, go on, pull it in." Ologrim said.
Amadoc tuggeg and tugged on the fishing pole, but try as he might, he couldn't get the line in. As he pulled, the lost balance and the fish pulled him into the water.
"Amadoc!" Ologrim called.
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Under the water, Amadoc held onto the fishing pole, but finally it slipped out of his hands. Just as he was going to go up to the surface, he spotted something. He saw what looked like the hilt of a sword buried in the mud. He grabbed it and swam up to the surface.
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He broke the surface coughing and choking on water. He pulled himself up onto shore and stood up. He wiped the water from his eyes and looked at the sword in his hands. It was long and the blade was hidden in a scabbard.
"Amadoc!" Ologrim called as he ran over.
He looked over Amadoc's shoulder and was taken by the beautiful sword. The sword seemed to call out to him.
"Give us that, Amadoc, my love." Ologrim said.
"Why?" Amadoc asked, suspiceous.
"Because it's my birthday...and I wants it." Ologrim said.
Ologrim reached out for the sword, but Amadoc pulled it out of his reach. Ologrim reached for the sword again, but Amadoc kept pulling it out of his reach.
"Give it to me!" Ologrim said as he started to tussle around with Amadoc.
They wrestled around until Ologrim caught Amadoc off guard and wrapped his long fingers around his neck. He forced him to the ground, Amadoc struggling the whole time. He kept on strangling Amado until he went limp...dead. He released his cousin's neck and looked over to the sword laying on the ground a few feet away. He scurried over to it and picked it up. He grasped the hilt and removed the scabbard, admiring the shiny, black blade. As he removed the scabbard, he disappeared into a strange world...
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For 400 years, the Sword poisoned Ologrim's mind and distorted his body and he became known as Cirk. He was name for the way he scuttled about. When he finally lost the Sword, he longed for it...he longed to feel its cool,black blade in his hands again. He would do anything to get it back, even deceive and kill...
A/N: I know, short first chappy. Honestly, I don't even know if 'Ologrim' and 'Amadoc' are actual Hobbit names; they're just something I thought of off the top of my head.