A/N: Rowan is my OC for this story. It follows the LOTR movies. Mimosa is her mother, and was close to Bilbo when they were younger. Mimosa will be mentioned more when I can write her into The Hobbit whenever I can see/get that movie. Oh, and I'm going to have like Frodo point of views, Sam point of views, Gandalf point of views, and Aragorn point of views (plus others) so that I can put everything in. Because if I don't do that, then where's the story? Am I right?
Please Read and Review. Just don't be too mean.
Oh, and in the other POVs, with the Italic, that's Galadriel speaking.
Rowan Whitfoot: Part One: The Fellowship of the Ring
Prologue
Galadriel POV
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 who remember it.
It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves. Immortal, wisest, and fairest of all beings.
Seven to the Dwarf lords. Great miners and craftsman of the mountain halls.
And nine... Nine rings 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, Sauron, forged, in secret, a Master 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 fell to the power of the Ring.
But there were some who resisted.
A Last Alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle Earth.
Isildur POV
The fight had begun. The Elves shot their arrows. We swung our swords, killing any nasty creature in sight. At one point, everyone stopped. Sauron himself had walked out, and into battle.
Victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone.
He wore his filthy Ring on his finger, feeling that it gave him strength or something. He swung his weapon, killing many of my men. Suddenly, my father was one that had died. His helmet sat sideways on his head, his sword falling out of his hand. I ran over to him, took off my helmet, and held his head in my hands.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword.
Crying out, I grabbed my father's sword. As I did, Sauron stepped on it, breaking it into three or four pieces. I took it, and slashed all of his fingers off. One of which held the Ring. Sauron roared in pain. I looked at the Ring in awe. Suddenly, there was an explosion, a huge gust of wind, and the helmet of Sauron fell to the ground, smoke rising out of the eye sockets.
Sauron, the enemy of the Free Peoples of Middle Earth, was defeated.
I looked at the fingers, and picked the one up that held the ring. It crumbled in my hand, and there sat the Ring, now pretty as ever...
The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the hearts of Men are easily corrupted, and the Ring of Power has a will of its own.
I was riding my horse, my men behind me. Something came out of the shadows, and took me down to the ground. They wanted the Ring. They wanted my Ring. The one I wore around my neck. My men began fighting. I tore the Ring off of the chain, and put it on. I escaped, and headed towards the water, but then it slipped off. I felt arrows in my back. My body jolted.
It betrayed Isildur to his death.
Galadriel POV
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.
Gollum POV
I looked at the Ring in my hand. My birthday present.
"My precious..." I cooed.
The Ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there...it consumed him.
"It came to me. My own. My love. My own. My precious." My head snapped up, and my hand tightened around my precious.
The Ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For 500 years, it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear. And the Ring of Power perceived it's time had now come.
It abandoned Gollum.
But something happened, then, the Ring did not intend.
It was picked up by the most unlikely creatures imaginable. Two Hobbits. Bilbo Baggins and Mimosa Bracegirdle of the Shire.
Mimosa POV
Bilbo picked something up. "What's this?"
"What's that?" I whispered.
"A ring." Bilbo answered. We both chuckled.
"Lost!" we heard. "My precious! My precious is lost!"
Bilbo and I stood, and Bilbo put the ring into his pocket.
Galadriel POV
For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
