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Three rings for the Elven kings under the sky,

Seven for the Dwarf lords in their halls of stone,

Nine for mortal men doomed to die,

One for the dark lord on his dark throne,

In the land of Mordor where shadows lie,

One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,

One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

Sauron, the dark lord, swept over middle earth like a plague on the land, until one day he was opposed by forces of men and elves alike, he was defeated by Isildur, son of the dead king, and he took his ring for himself, but as the ring lived on so does Sauron in the land of Mordor.

Isildur was killed and he lost the ring, an age past and the ring had fallen in to legend until one day it was found by a creature, Gollum, who was evil and vile. The ring corrupted him and gave him long life. But the ring wants to be found so it left Gollum and was found by the Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, who took the ring where it has remained since.

Sauron discovered a keyhole that he did not quite understand. He knew it important to control it but he was not sure why. He spent years trying to unlock it using many different dark techniques. One day he poured in to the keyhole all of his evil and malice, unknown to him this had an effect on it. The keyhole started to deteriorate; this broke the connections between worlds with middle earth at the centre. The consequences for him were unexpected just like everyone else.

Frodo Baggins (Bilbo's nephew) has usually been considered strange by the entire shire but not by his friends, Samwise Gamgee (Sam), Meriadoc Brandybuck (Merry), Peregrin Took (Pippin), Sora Ouranos. All of which are hobbits but Sora lives all the way in Bree with Roxas Kaneis who is a human. They both spend a lot of time with the young hobbits of Hobbiton who are their very close friends.

The date was the 21st of September of the year 1401, Shire reckoning, and Frodo Baggins was sitting alone under the shade of a great oak tree just waiting, and reading a small book his uncle had given him. He then heard the faint clip clop of horses hooves; at this he jumped up with a smile. "Down for the door where it began," Frodo heard a calming deep voice singing. With that he ran to the source of the sound until he came to a grass verge overlooking a small road, when from around the corner a small cart being pulled by a large brown horse appeared. Upon this was a tall man dressed all in grey, he had long grey hair and a beard to match. Atop his head sat a big pointed grey hat also grey to match the rest of his attire.

"You're late!" Frodo said calmly as the old man stopped in front of him.

"A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." he replied in his deep bellowing voice. At this they then both burst out in terrible fits of laughter.

"It's wonderful to see you Gandalf!" Frodo exclaimed as he threw himself at Gandalf with his arms wide open. For this was Gandalf the grey a dear old friend of both Frodo and Bilbo's.

"You didn't think I'd miss your uncle Bilbo's birthday?" he asked rhetorically as Frodo sat next to him and they trotted of along the road. "So how is the old rascal? I hear it's going to be a party of special magnificence."

"You know Bilbo; he's got the whole place in an uproar."

"Well, that should please him"

"Half the shire has been invited. And the rest of them are turning up anyway. To tell you the truth, Bilbo's been a bit odd lately. I mean, more than usual… he has taken to locking himself in his study. He spends so long just looking at old maps when he thinks himself alone. He's up to something." With that Gandalf gave him a strange look. "All right then keep your secrets" Frodo said with a smile across his face changing the mood dramatically.

"What?"

"But I know you have something to do with it."

"Good gracious me."

"Before you came along we Bagginses were very well thought of."

"Indeed."

"Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected."

"If your referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved, all I did was give your uncle a little nudge out the door."

"Whatever you did, you have officially been labelled a disturber of the peace."

"Oh really?" Gandalf muttered with a suppressed look upon his face. As they were passing many houses and fields a few hobbit children came up behind the cart wanting fireworks, so as to keep them happy he sent the odd little spark out towards them.

"Gandalf I'm glad your back," Frodo told the old man as he stood.

"So am, I dear boy, so am I." and with that Frodo jumped off the cart and walked away to go and see his friends

Gandalf carried on up around one hill and then another then finally up one more. He stopped outside a small gate. It had a sign on it that said 'No admittance, except on party business', he walked through the gate and up to the round green door situated in the side of the hill. He knocked his long wooden staff against the door. "No thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well wishes or distance relations" a voice shouted from behind the door.

"Well, what about very old friends!" bellowed Gandalf at the door. With that, the door flew open and a hobbit burst out and beckoned Gandalf in to a hug.

"Come in, come in." Bilbo said walking back inside with Gandalf fallowing to him stooping over to squeeze through the door that only came up to his waist. "Would you like anything, tea?"

"Yes, that would be very nice thank you" with that they sat down and had a good talk about what has recently happened and reminisced about their old adventures together.

Later on that evening, inside Bag End, Bilbo and Gandalf were sitting at the open window of a small room looking out west on to the garden. The sun was setting just over the horizon bathing the shire in the warm red light. The garden was full of marvellous colours ranging from blues to reds and yellows to purples. 'How bright your garden looks!' said Gandalf.

'Yes,' said Bilbo. I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday.'

'You mean to go on with your plan then?'

'I do. I made up my mind months ago, and I haven't changed it.'

'Very well. It is no good saying any more. Stick to your plan, your whole plan, mind, and I hope it will turn out for the best, for you, and for all of us.'

'I hope so. Anyway I mean to enjoy myself on Thursday, and have my little joke.'

'Who will laugh, I wonder?' said Gandalf, shaking his head.

'We shall see tomorrow at the party,' said Bilbo.