Hello there. I'm Triangular Prism. This'll be my first story here, I guess, so... enjoy ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own the work by Arina Tanemura or J.R.R. Tolkien, respectively. Only this crazy crossover.

Chapter 0: The Prophecy

The world has changed: I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air…

Much that once was is lost, for none now live to remember it.

It began with the forging of the Great Rings.

Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest...fairest of all beings.

Seven to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsman of the mountain halls.

And Seven, seven were gifted to the—

"Wait, what?"

"I thought there were nine of them!"

…And Seven, seven were…

"Don't ignore us!"

"Yes, it clearly says, 'And nine rings were given' in the book. What are we, being copped out here?"

Due to the fact that there are only seven of a certain group of antagonists, nine has been shortened to seven, savvy? Now, anyways…

"But it's not fair!"

"Just pull out some bad guys from the anime or someth—"

LET ME FINISHED THE BLOODY PROLOGUE. Where was I? Ah yes—

And Seven, seven were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire power.

For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race.

But they were all of them deceived.

…for another ring was made.

In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord… uh… 'Father' forged in secret a Master Ring, the Philosopher's Ring, to control all others.

And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.

One Ring to rule them all…

One by one the Free lands of Middle Earth… Er, Amestris… Middle-Amestris… fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched upon the black slopes in one great battle for the fate of mankind. (And elfkind, dwarfkind, all that.)

It was in a moment when all hope had faded, that Isildur Mustang—

"Isildur what?"

"Shh!"

It was then that Isildur Mustang, son of the king, took his father's sword, and cut the Ring from Father's hand. The Dark Lord fell, and was vanquished. Father had been defeated.

Isildur had this one chance to destroy the ring, but succumbed to the ring's call… he kept it for many years, until the ring betrayed Isildur.

And some things that should not have been forgotten…were lost.

Story became myth. Myth passed into legend, and for two and a half thousand years the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until by chance…

"Hold it, hold it!"

The Ring ensnared a new bearer: The creature called… Envy.

"I THOUGHT I WAS A RINGWRAITH?"

Yes, well, we're short staffed and doubling as it is… and best of all, you can change shape!

"But—Nooooooo!"

Deep within the misty mountains he took it, and it granted him unnatural long life. There the Ring waited, for the call that would tell it that it was needed once again.

And when the time came, it abandoned Envy. But something happened that it did not expect.

By chance it was discovered by a hobbit: Pinako Rockbelle.

"Grandma!"

"Well. That's… weird."

And so the Ring came to a peaceful land called the Shire, in the hands of Pinako Rockbelle. And there it waited again, for the time when another one would take up the ring and its burdens, for in time the fate of mankind would rest in the hands of a hobbit named Edward Elric.

"Uh-oh."

"Oh no! Take it back, quickly!"

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SHORT EVEN A HOBBIT COULD SQUASH HIM FLAT?"

Yes, this will be an interesting story indeed.

Thank you for reading!