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WARNING, PLEASE READ: I have not read the books, and so I don't know what happens, or much about the characters, so please, don't hurt me? For the sake of plot, the ring has been destroyed. I wouldn't even be writing this if the idea would leave me alone, so, here it is.
The Forgotten Peace
Prologue:
A thousand years, and a thousand tears hath past since the Ring of doom was destroyed. The moment the volcano's flames anguished the demon, a overwhelming peace conquered the land. Creatures, peoples, and hidden civilizations once again walked the valleys of Middle Earth. The land sung and flourished once again, with great assistance from the Elven people.
Yet, the new begging as taken it's toll on the very Elves that awoke it's beauty. Their strength is drained, and their customs and faith are dieing. Most clans forced to move on into other dimensions, taking their powerful and skilled armies with them. Only the Elves of Mirkwood dare stay in the open.
The peoples strength weakens hastedly. With their out their protection, villages and countries surrounding Mirkwood have been raided, burned and torn down, by the people of Northern Middle Earth. The last strong hold, the capital Yuinwai, has been seized by the North.
In desperation, King Thranduil, is forced to beg his son and King Elesser III to help lead his last army, to try and steal back what was once theirs........ If only they knew they were doing exactly what the Northerners wanted them to do.
Their leader, Raithu, was a greedy man, driven by desire for power. He longed for the power of the Elven people he fought. He captured those in hiding, draining them, for their immortality. (A/N: I've been told they were immortal, and I've been told they can only live for 150,000 years, so please forgive if the second option is right.)
He had succeeded in chasing out almost all those he seeks. All except the Mirkwoodens.
To his knowledge, was it not, that he had in his grasp already a Elf more powerful than the entire Mirkwood society. One elf of royal Acrian blood. One who escaped destiny, and would shape Middle Earth forever, should she escape Raithu.
The Peace has been broken.
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I'm working on the first chapter, and I should probably post it with this, but it will be up tomorrow or later tonight. Review?