Disclaimer
All characters, lands, and historical background used in this work of fanfiction are property of J.R.R. Tolkien—or those who currently own his works. I take credit only for the original characters that are clearly not in any of his writings (and those should be apparent), as well as for the plotline. While I have tweaked certain aspects to match the storyline, I plead artistic license and hope that the honorable Tolkien is not turning in his grave.
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Much can become lost in the Passage of Time, whether purposefully or no. There are some things that long to be forgotten by those who remember, but no matter how successfully those memories may fade from the mind, Time has a way of resolving all things. No matter our actions, there must always exist a balance the past, the present, and the future.
In the year 3019 of the Third Age of the Sun, the Dark Lord Sauron, the second greatest evil ever to exist in Arda, was finally destroyed. A great hobbit of the Shire, Frodo Baggins, journeyed through Middle-earth into the Black Lands of Mordor and cast the One Ring of the Dark Lord into the fires of Mount Doom. Two years later, he departed Middle-earth for the Undying Lands in the company of his uncle and fellow Ring-bearer, Bilbo Baggins, the great Wizard Gandalf the White, the Elven Queen Galadriel, and the Elven Lord Elrond of Rivendell.
With the fall of Sauron, it was believed that peace would finally reign in Middle-earth. King Elessar, the High King of Arnor and Gondor, strived to rebuild what had been corrupted and destroyed by the forces of darkness. Soon, the only remainder of Sauron's evil existed in the East, in the wastelands of Mordor.
But this peace was not to be. For there must always be a balance—and things that cannot be forgotten must come to pass.