Rings of Power
By
SANGOCHAN and Lloyd Aurion
SANGOCHAN: Hi it's me SANGOCHAN!
Lloyd: And me Lloyd! (I'm the co-author)
SANGOCHAN: Lloyd…we should be talking about the fan-fiction…we took so long to write…because Colette had to keep buying us a new computer…
Lloyd: Ahh…I guess so…Anyway…this is a Lord of the Rings fan-fiction-movie version-and please enjoy.
SANGOCHAN: Oh…Lloyd…you're so dense…This follows the storyline of the movies but, it's all told from the eyes of an eleven year old.
Lloyd: Yeah, We had to have him help us, due to the fact the story is all told in first person unless he's been knocked out or not present or asleep.
SANGOCHAN: (Pulls out the paper fan) BAKA LLOYD! You're not telling them his name!
Lloyd: OW! HEY! I'M YOUR CO-AUTHOR!
SANGOCHAN: (Hits Lloyd repeatedly with paper fan) Anyway, the name of the hero of the story will show up in chapter one. Please Read and Review.
Lloyd: And honorable mention to J.R.R Tolkin and Peter Jackson.
Prologue
Thousands of years ago rings were made to govern the three races of Middle Earth.
Three were given to the Elves; fairest, wisest, and long lived of all living creatures.
Seven to the Dwarf Lords in their underground kingdoms who were great miners and skillful craftsmen under the mountains in the east.
Nine were given to the nine kings of Humans; who crave power more than anything.
These rings were said to possess the will to govern the three races in peace, but they were lied to. One more ring was made.
In the dark country of Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron forged secretly his own Ring in the fiery depths of Mount Doom. He charged it with his Darkness, hate, and desire to rule the world; One Ring to Rule Them All.
One by one the lands of Middle Earth fell to the power of The One Ring. But, not everyone gave up hope; there were those who rebelled for the freedom of the world. An army of Humans and Elves fought the Dark Side at the foot of Mount Doom.
For a moment it seemed that victory was at hand for the Humans and Elves. But the One Ring was too powerful, it could not be undone.
Hope was fading fast…the king of Gondor was dying, his blade broken. But his son, Isildor, didn't give up; using the shards of his father's sword he cut the Ring from the Dark Lord's hand.
Sauron was defeated, Middle Earth was free, and the only thing left was to destroy the Ring in Mount Doom.
But, Humans are easily corrupted with power, Isildor kept the Ring as an heirloom of his family. But, anything made from Darkness, has its own will and will betray its owner. The Ring betrayed Isildor to his demise. Two and a half thousand years past by slowly while history became a legend and dissolved into myth and was forgotten.
But the Ring was patient, it waited for a new bearer; eventually, one came: Gollum.
Gollum took the Ring into his cave deep in the Misty Mountains, and it devoured him completely for five hundred years.
Darkness was growing, a Demon was regaining power, and the trees became restless. The time for the Ring to leave had come. It abandoned Gollum, waiting for another Human to pick it up, but the Ring was in for a surprise.
A Hobbit picked it up, the most unlikely creature to cross anyone's mind. Bilbo Baggins from the Shire had found it. The Ring became dormant; only causing the wearer to become invisible without consequence. Because one day, the fate of the world will rest with Hobbits.
And the fate of many worlds rest with one child on another world.
An old man draped in robes leaned on his staff, it was time. Twelve years had passed since the anointment. He was ready.
He's still young. Do you believe that he can bear such a responsibility?
Yes, he's strong maybe not physically, but mentally, yes.
Hmmm…Hard to see his fate is…everything…clouded by Darkness…only pain, hardship, and conflict do I see…
When is he to depart?
Today, for Earth…
This is going to be dangerous for him.
Do not worry, he will be protected, I will be there with him.
The robed man left the two others. Another man-younger but he was an Elf, not a Man. The other shorter but he looked extremely old he too had pointy ears but much longer.
They too departed in a hazy light.
Chapter one: In a Flash of Light
Beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…
The alarm was going off; I stuck my hand out from the covers and fumbled for it, and turned it off. It was six in the morning, grumbling I turned over, it was Friday, and I have school; so how come is my alarm is still going off after I turned it off?
Beep…beep…beep…beep…
It was coming from downstairs Mom was cooking breakfast. By them smell of it, fish, rice, miso soup, and green tea was being cooked for breakfast. I rolled on to my back. I tried to remember the dream I had. It was so weird…there was a huge battle and I had a sword, it wasn't a katana, that much I knew, and it was Lord of the Rings…that I couldn't make heads or tails out of…
"Torishio! Breakfast is ready. And do hurry, or you'll be late for school." Mom called from downstairs. I rolled off the futon, rolled it up and put it away in the closet. Before closing the door I yanked a blue tee shirt, and my school clothes out.
I struggled into the black pants, the blue tee, and the black jacket. I pulled on slippers, grabbed my backpack and stumbled downstairs.
"Morning Mom, Grandpa." I said.
"Morning Torishio." Grandpa said while reading the paper.
"Here's your breakfast dear." Mom said.
Before eating I turned to the photo of my Dad. When I was eight, he died in car crash involving a drunk driver. I tore my eye away from the photo of Dad and began eating.
"I have a half day today, so I'm going out to lunch with Takeshi-kun and Yoko-chan at the sushi restraint." I said shoveling rice into my mouth.
"Don't take too long," Mom said.
"Oh, you know Torishio," Grandpa chuckled, "He gets it from his dad, always trying to bend the rules."
"Gramps…" I groaned.
After I finished eating and said good-bye to Mom and Grandpa I left for the front door-changed into sneakers first- hoped on my bike and went out into Tokyo to school.
I guess while I'm peddling to school, I should introduce myself.
I'm Torishio Higrushi. I'm eleven years old, I'm in the sixth grade, I live in Tokyo, Japan, I like to watch Inu-yasha and there's also one other thing you should know too. There's something in my past that doesn't fit in very well. Every time I ask Mom or Grandpa about the time I was a year old, they'd tell me that I must be dreaming. But how does a castle fit in with the rest of my memory? And two people who look like elfin version characters from Star Wars?
I arrived at school; I parked my bike at the rack and ran inside. I had just enough time to get my books from my locker and change into my botai shoes.
"Hey! Torishio!" It was Takeshi, "Don't forget, about lunch,"
"I won't." I said.
"I'm ordering this time." Yoko said, "We're getting the sushi boat."
"Hey guys wait until you hear about this dream I had last night." I said.
"Was it the Big Battle one?" Takeshi asked.
"Yes." I said.
"With Orcs and Trolls?"
"Yes."
"And a wizard?"
"Yes."
"You watch too much Lord of the Rings." Yoko grunted.
"I'll tell you more at the restaurant." I said.
The bell rang.
"See you later!" we all said running in three different directions.
Most of my classes were short and we received no homework. There was a holiday coming up, the Tanabata Festival. In P.E we just did whatever we pleased, shame we didn't have time to play baseball. I'm on the school baseball team!
I really shouldn't bore you with all my classes, but brunch was very eventual; someone dressed up as Koga from Inu-Yasha that kid really needs to know the difference between Famine-con and Jr. High. That kilt…EEEK!
Last period was so long, it was history class. Normally I like history. All the Samurai, Ninja, feudal lords, and the Feudal Era; but today, it was long and boring. And we weren't studying, we were playing board games, but everyone wanted to get out.
Finally…when I just won a game of mahjong with the brainiac of the class, the bell rang. There was an almost stampede for the hallway. People chatted about their plans for the Tanabata Festival. I struggled to reach my locker; it was so crowded in the hallway.
I finally managed to get to it. I opened it up, there were no tests or homework, and so I put all my books in, and grabbed my sneakers. It was even more crowded. I crammed my botai shoes into my bag and hurriedly jammed my sneakers on my feet. I struggled again to reach the front door; there I met Takeshi and Yoko ready to go to lunch.
In Tokyo you can find a sushi restraint almost on every street corner. And the sushi is always good. Especially the sushi boats, which is what Yoko orders when it's her turn to do the ordering, and paying.
"Ok…we'll have one sushi boat for us to split, a cola for each of us, and extra Wasabi please."
Yoko likes lots of Wasabi on her sushi.
"Hey, Torishio, you were saying about that dream you had?" Takeshi asked.
"Oh, yeah," I said, "Well…I'm standing in the middle of a fight in a kind of tomb. There were lots of monsters, several people-I couldn't see their faces, a troll, and a wizard."
"How could you tell one was a wizard?" Yoko asked sipping her miso soup.
"Staff, robe, and pointy hat." I said.
"Yup, that pretty much has 'wizard' written all over it."
The waiter arrived with the sodas and came back with our sushi boat; we finished it in about an hour. They really pile a lot of sushi on those things…
"Ok," Yoko said, "Now, we have to get our kimonos for the Tanabata Festival."
"Awww….I HATE shopping…." Takeshi and I groaned.
Yoko hates shopping too, down to her bone marrow.
"I know…we all hate shopping, but we're not going to the mall, thank goodness…We're going to my aunties, she can make ours like usual."
"For a minute I thought I was gonna have a heart attack…" I said.
Yoko paid the bill and we all left for her aunt's house.
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We arrived at Yoko's aunt's house. She was a bit old fashioned and every kid we knew gets their festival yukatas here. Yoko knocked on the door-frame and the shoji screen door slid open sideways.
"Oh…Yoko, Torishio and Takeshi, how good to see you. Here for Tanabata Festival kimonos right?"
"Uh-huh that's right Auntie Chihiro." Yoko said nodding. We took off our shoes and slipped into slipper by the door. I was the last one in so I slid the shoji screen door shut.
Ms. Chihiro left the room and into the kitchen, she returned a minute later with some onigiri.
"Freshly made; I always keep some on hand if I have visitors."
Instantly, Ms. Chihiro began measuring us for our kimonos. She dashed off to another room, and came back with some fabric. A green bamboo pattern for me, a scarlet Dragon embroidered pattern for Yoko, and a summery pattern for Takeshi.
While we ate the rice balls, Ms. Chihiro began snipping away at the material into kimono shapes.
"Yoko, you first." She said.
Yoko was standing on a stool while Ms. Chihiro pinned her up. We don't know how she does it, but it only takes fifteen minutes. And…Lo and Behold! Fifteen minutes later, Yoko was examining her reflection in the mirror while she was doing that, Ms. Chihiro was pinning up Takeshi.
Lastly it was my turn. I stood on the stool and Ms. Chihiro dripped the material over me. She began to hem the bottom of the kimono so that way I wouldn't trip over it and fall on my face-which I've done in the past. When the hemming was done, she began to stitch it up; I'm clueless at how she does that without poking me. When she was done, she tied the belt around my waist and I hopped off the stool and looked in the mirror.
Perfect. Tanabata Festival, here we come.
We packed our kimonos into boxes, not wanting to ruin them, and set out for home. On the way home, we always pass this old Shrine. That's where the festival was going to be. It even had a bamboo thicket for hanging wishes. But…as if I were on auto pilot…I began to go up the stairs. I had a feeling I had to go there, someone, was calling me.
"Torishio, the festival's not till tomorrow night. Unless you want to help with set up," Yoko said.
"Someone's calling me…" I said without even thinking.
"I don't hear anything…" Takeshi said cupping a hand to his ear, "Wait…I think I can hear something…"
Torishio…come this way…this way…this way…
"Sounds like it's coming from the bamboo." I said, and we all dashed up the stairs. Passing by a few workers who said, "Bit impatient are you three?"
We ignored them and entered the bamboo thicket. It felt like being in a different world in there. It was so quiet, except for the voice whispering through the bamboo leaves on the wind. The only way we knew we weren't on another world was the sight of the temple panda bear happily eating bamboo. But a moment later he showed signs of hearing the voice too. He spotted us, but we didn't worry, the panda bear loved Humans and we sometimes came to play with him, and motioned to us to follow him.
"He wants us to follow him…" I said walking through the undergrowth.
"Maybe we should…" Takeshi said.
Foe what felt like an hour, we followed the panda-which was always checking to see that we were still following him-until we reached clearing. The panda plopped down at the edge and resumed eating bamboo happily.
"Ok…" I said, "Now what?"
And we found out exactly, "what".
There was a dim light materializing in the middle of the clearing and the faint image of an old man appeared.
So, you have come…Torishio. Very good, please step forward.
Yoko and Takeshi, on both sides of me gripped my arms. The old man frowned a little.
I am sorry Yoko, Takeshi, but only your friend can move on.
"I think you'd better go. He looks like a wizard. And you should always listen to wizards." Takeshi said giving me a little push.
I took one step forward and there was blinding flash of light.
It felt like the world was falling away from under my feet, darkness was gathering at the corners of my vision, I was going to pass out in a minute and remembered nothing more…
So…Begun it has…
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SANGOCHAN: YIPPIE! Chapter one is done and ready to be reviewed! Did you enjoy it?
Lloyd: Don't worry; we'll get to Middle Earth in Chapter Two, but right now Torishio's in the middle of space and time somewhere in our story…
Torishio: It was so nice to meet you! I hope you enjoy my adventures!
SANGOCHAN: And you the reader should! Especially the three characters talking to each other in the prologue.
Lloyd: Do you think they'll guess who one of them is?
SANGOCHAN: Maybe…from his way of talking and the fact he sounds like a Buddist monk…
Miroku: Someone called for me?
SANGOCHAN: (kicks Miroku sky-high) GET OUT YOU PERVERT!
Miroku: AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Lloyd: Please keep checking for….(drum roll) Chapter Two: A Party in the Shire.
SANGOCHAN: Don't miss it!
Torishio: Review please!