This is about the final days of middle earth.
(And NOTE: This is my own version of the Post-LOTR era.)
Disclaimer:Nothing is mine. The charectors belong to Tolkein, the plot to Book-Master. (thanx)
Copyright: All charecters, besides those that come into conflict with
the previous disclaimer, are copyrighted 2002 by BM&S Publishing Company
Prolouge
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The moon shon down on Middle Earth. All was silent, and yet, it wasn't. In the distance, a fire roared. It had been built in a clearing, shortly before dusk. It rose high in the air, it's flames glowed red, and orange, and gold in the moonlight.
Surrounding the fire were a small number of distinguished looking Goblins(Or Orcs,
as how we now call them), a number of Trolls, and, standing closest to the fire, was a wizard clothed in white.
He spoke. "Faithful followers of the fallen lord: it is by fate that we have survived
to come to this counsel! We must unite once more, and counquer Middle Earth! Where the dark lord Sauron failed, we will succeed!!"
The Orcs and Trolls heard his words, and drank them in, as if they were sweet necter.
"You are the leaders of many. You must gather your forces, and build them up. We will
once again build up our war machine, and Middle Earth will once again
be stained with the blood of men, Elves, and all othes who dare oppose us!!"
A roar rose from the assembled. The ring wasn't the end. They would provail. They surged forward to surround the man; the wizard. To surround their new Lord. Lord Sauruman.
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ok. there go.
(And NOTE: This is my own version of the Post-LOTR era.)
Disclaimer:Nothing is mine. The charectors belong to Tolkein, the plot to Book-Master. (thanx)
Copyright: All charecters, besides those that come into conflict with
the previous disclaimer, are copyrighted 2002 by BM&S Publishing Company
Prolouge
_____________________________________
The moon shon down on Middle Earth. All was silent, and yet, it wasn't. In the distance, a fire roared. It had been built in a clearing, shortly before dusk. It rose high in the air, it's flames glowed red, and orange, and gold in the moonlight.
Surrounding the fire were a small number of distinguished looking Goblins(Or Orcs,
as how we now call them), a number of Trolls, and, standing closest to the fire, was a wizard clothed in white.
He spoke. "Faithful followers of the fallen lord: it is by fate that we have survived
to come to this counsel! We must unite once more, and counquer Middle Earth! Where the dark lord Sauron failed, we will succeed!!"
The Orcs and Trolls heard his words, and drank them in, as if they were sweet necter.
"You are the leaders of many. You must gather your forces, and build them up. We will
once again build up our war machine, and Middle Earth will once again
be stained with the blood of men, Elves, and all othes who dare oppose us!!"
A roar rose from the assembled. The ring wasn't the end. They would provail. They surged forward to surround the man; the wizard. To surround their new Lord. Lord Sauruman.
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ok. there go.
