Lord of the Rings: 2012
If this isn't inspiration, I don't know what is. My brother (Rock Raider Fan 001) had received the LEGO Lord of the Rings game for PC for Christmas, and with it came a replica of the Ring! We know for sure it's replica, because when we put it on, we don't disappear. XD Anyway, my brother came up with this idea about how the Ring came to modern day California, and how an avid gamer boy, and his younger sister have to destroy it once and for all! Well, how about I let you read for yourself? Enjoy!
A/N: The first part, in italics, was written by RRF001, and edited by me. The story photo is of my brother's ring, along with his Xbox 360 controller, and PC mouse.
The Ring had been cast into Mount. Doom, Gollum falling in with it... But before the ring could even get white hot, Mt. Doom erupted and the Ring was thrown many thousands of miles and embedding into a mountain far, far away.
Many thousands of years had past and the rock surrounding the Ring had eroded away over eons of storms, strong winds, and earthquakes, until, finally, thousands of years after it was thought to be destroyed, a slight gust of wind nudged the Ring off its precarious platform, and it started rolling down the mountain onto a road in a large city, the Hollywood sign behind it.
The Ring, as it has a mind of its own, started taking rather strange turns, and directed itself to a small, two-story house in the suburbs. The Ring hit some upturned road gravel and flew into an open window, leading to a child's bedroom.
13-year-old Maxwell Taylor barely noticed the soft tapping of a small band of gold, as it bounced off his desk, and rolled along the floorboards. His eye caught a brief flash as the sun's rays hit the Ring, as it rolled under the bed.
"Must have been a coin I dropped," he muttered to himself, stooping down on his hands and knees to find the lost item. His fingers enclosed the Ring, still warm from friction, as he pulled out from its hiding place. He opened his hand, and stared down at the item.
"Why is this here?" he wondered aloud. Just then, his 11-year-old sister, Marigold, burst into the room. She looked very similar to her brother, with the same blonde hair, and green eyes.
"Max! Max!" she cried. "I've finally completed Kirby's Epic Yarn! That's enough video games for me…"
"I'm so happy for you," Max replied, though clearly not listening. Mari noticed the small gold object in his hand.
"What's that?" she asked, pointing.
"It's a ring," Max replied.
"Well duh! But what is it? Let me see!" She snatched the ring from his palm, and inspected it. Her eyes grew wide, and she gasped.
"No way!" she cried.
"No way what?" Max asked. "What's wrong?"
"It can't be!"
"It can't be what?"
"Max, this is THE RING!"
"The what?"
"The Ring… Max… The Ring."
"What ring? What's so special about the ring?" Marigold stared at her brother as if he had grown a second head.
"You know!" Max shrugged. Mari sighed. "One Ring to rule them all…?"
"One Ring… to find them…?"
"THAT'S IT!" Mari cried, jumping up and down with excitement. She was a huge Lord of the Rings fan, and having the actual Ring in her own house made her dizzy with exhilaration.
"That's not possible!"
"But it is!"
"No, it's obviously a hoax; a trick ring."
"Then explain the intricate and accurate writing along the sides?"
"Obviously whoever made this had a great eye for detail," Max replied. "Sorry, sis, but this can't be the real ring."
"Then how do you explain this?" Marigold declared, as she slipped the Ring on her small finger. Before Max could blink, she disappeared from sight.
Marigold looked around her; the whole room seemed different; foggy, disorientated, and chaotic. She gasped, and yanked the Ring off her finger. Taking deep breaths to calm her nerves, she looked up at her brother.
"My advice; don't put this Ring on."
"But that can't be possible!" Max cried. Mari grinned.
"But it must be," she said. "Which means we have to destroy it!"
"What?! How?" Max asked, alarmed.
"In the fires of Mount Doom, of course, where it was made. It's the only way!" She began pacing the room, deep in thought. "We have to get to Middle-earth somehow."
"Middle-earth doesn't even exist!" Max snapped, having had enough of this nonsense.
"It must, if the Ring does." She stopped pacing, and grinned. "Just imagine, Maxwell; us tramping along the terrain of Middle-earth. We may even meet an Elf, or Dwarf." She grabbed his sleeve, and pulled him down the stairs towards the front door. "It'll be a great adventure!"
"Oh, you little noob! There is no way we can get there," Max insisted. "It's not real!"
"You never know…" Mari whispered, with a mysterious smile. With a flourish, she threw open the door; Max could not believe his eyes.