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Once there were two babies named Aragorn and Arthur. They were brothers and Aragorn was eldest. Their mom and dad: King Charles and Queen Jasmine ruled over a big kingdom of fair people. The day in which our tale begins is a fair one…..or it was.
Queen Jasmine rushed around the nursery gathering clothes, food, blankets, and various other necessities needed to send to babies to two other realms. She hated saying goodbye but the circumstances were grim. Sauron, a foe powerful enough to already have conquered surrounding countries and brought them to their knees, was headed for them. For it was told that Sauron would be defeated by two heirs that were brothers. So it was to send them away till they could return and save the kingdom. Her husband Charles was waiting with Merdalf the chief advisor and wizard of the king. He would split in two and go with each child to advise and help them discreetly. Charles had told her Aragorn would be sent to a land called Middle-earth and Arthur to one called Camelot. With them would go their birth-right swords, which were forged at their birth: Narsil and Excalibur. In front of the thrones shone two portals, through which could be seen lands full of unknown things. Charles then took Aragorn's baby cradle with the sword attached on the bottom and threw it through the first portal. "Fair ye well my son." said Charles. He took Arthur and threw his baby cradle and sword into the second portal. "May my heart go with you…" said my husband. Merdalf then split in two and two puffs of smoke rose and shot into the portals. Just as the portals started closing there was a cry and the walls blew in with the force of a small bomb and a black shadowy shape launched itself into the first portal.
A portal opened and out a baby. The baby was asleep. A few elves who had been taking a chance walk and had seen it happen, took him to a secret hollow where he could sleep restfully for a few years or more till he grew up. See the place kept him asleep but he still grew up. Just much more slowly then you or I. Not far away a sword had shot out of the portal and landed near a bright city. A figure in grey robes landed and strode off to a piece of wooded area. A second or two later a black shadow slithered out of the portal and headed away from the bright light it hated so much. It was headed to a place on the horizon. One more to his liking. One he would rule this land in. In the name of…..SAURON THE TERRIBLE!...he would get his revenge and change the history of this world forever.
The shadow finally reached the dark land he would now call "Mordor". He loved it. He would rule here and make the whole land bow down….sure he had lost more than half of his original power when he traveled through the portal but still he would win. He always did. He could see that insolent city now. It attracted his eye like a bug to a bug zapper. It was too bright and cheerful….I'm coming for you first.
In a far off land…
A portal of swirling light appeared and a baby flew out and landed on some cobblestone that lined a street outside a castle….the castle belonged to King Uther and Queen Ingraine…..a few knights saw the baby and took him to the king and queen. They gave him to Sir Ector and his wife. The sword flew out and landed in a stone not far away handle-up while a robed figure landed and strode abubrutly away. The sword would cause much trouble later.
It was a chance day when Elendil found it. It was a sword. Bright and shining it was with jewels incrusted on the hilt. It seemed to have another worldly feeling to it and it was light but supple. He looked up and saw on the horizon and angry line of mountains, like teeth. Above these he saw lighting strike them and heard thunder boom. He spied a volcano spew forth the fiery entrails of the raging earth. He knew an evil was brewing. Hard times were coming and war was among them. Gondor was a fair city of fair people ruled by Elendil. They had an alliance with the elves ruled by Gil-Galad in case anything was wrong…..not that it should be….but times had changed…..an evil was brewing on the horizon….one that called itself "Sauron". He had already assailed them once but now it was their turn to assail him. Elendil and Gil-Galad lead vanguards of people to assail his fortress in Mordor. Sauron personally came out and met them and a battle quickly ensued. They won (barely) and Sauron was defeated and had his ring cut off. Gil-galad and Elendil both perished among many brave and valiant souls and the sword broke. The ring and the sword passed to Isildur, Elendil's heir.
Sauron fled to a dark wood where he found a fortress. He was seething and in a terrible rage….he should have waited till he was stronger…..he was too hasty…Oh well as long as my One Ring is alive so am I…..That fool of men Isildur…..you will soon die and I will not….