AN: Before you read this story there are few things you need to know.
1: English is not my first lanquage.
2. I'm Dyslectic.
So i hope you understand that there can be a few mistakes. If you spot mistakes, please PM me or tell me in a review. Then I can change my faults :3
Also, this will be my first ever fanfic I release for public. So please review. I really appericieate the feedback, even flames are fine!
(but please stay nice :p )
Summary: When one of the seven dwarven rings appears on Earth. The Valar send Legolas to retrieve it. However, soon he finds himself caught in a war between two Alien factions. And he realises quickly that things never go as planned
No slash, No Mary-Sue, This will be an alternate univers (Duhu)
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the rings or Transformers
BETA-READER: FraggingToaster
The story goes that Lord Sauron created nine rings for man, seven for the dwarves and three for the elves, but he tricked them and made another ring so powerful it had the power to destroy all that was. With his Ring he led the nine kings of man into darkness, and they followed him, for they where blinded by greed.
The kings, who once stood proud and tall, where fooled and turned into the slaves ofthe Lord of Darkness
Now, when mankind had fallen, he searched for those who carried the three elven rings, he called for them, he searched everywhere. But the three rings stayed hidden for him, he could not reach them with his One Ring, even though all the rings were bounded. The elves had hidden them well.
Filled with anger he started to hunt for the remaining rings of the dwarves, he found four. It was told that the other three were stolen by mighty dragons, who only cared for that with a golden gleam
Sauron, who almost had lost all hope on finding the last rings of the dwarves, send his nine riders out to find the rings and to bring them to him.
The Nazgûl rode on their black steeds to Middle-Earth and haunted the mighty dragons, they tortured and killed all dwarves they saw, hoping they could learn more about the three dwarven rings.
And at last, they heard a rumour which told that a mighty dragon who lived in the woods of Rhûn possed a ring which contained great power.
The nine, reinvigorated by this story, travelled to Rhûn to find Ravïgnir, a dragon filled with greed and the urge to protect all that he considered his.
Those who lived near or in the woods knew of Ravïgnirs treasure, many had died trying to claim it. The story went that Ravïgnirs treasure was small in comparison to others dragons, but the items Ravïgnir had were unique. And all the stories told the same, Ravïgnirs most beloved treasure was a small ring, designed for the stump and tiny fingers of a dwarf.
The Nazgûl immediately set out to find the beast and to take the ring. After days of searching they found the lair of Ravïgnir deep in the woods the saw the mighty dragon sitting on top of a great pile of gold, jewellery, and others sorts of treasure. In his large claw he held a tiny ring.
The wraths attacked the dragon in an attempt to get hold of the ring, and they gravely injured Ravïgnir. But the dragon would not give in, for his soul wouldn't part with its mortal flesh as long as these ''Nazgûl'' were here to threaten him and all that was rightfully his.
With a burst of energy, the dragon threw away the Nazgûl like ragdolls, scattering them throughout the hoard. This gave him enough time to send his most precious belonging away from their grasp, safe forever.
If he could not keep it, no-one could.
Ravïgnir sent away the Ring to a faraway place that not even he could comprehend, consuming his very body in the process, and releasing an earth shattering explosion that collapsed the cave ceiling on top of him and the Nazgûl.
They had failed
Though the weight of a thousand thousand pounds of rock and rubble could not kill them, it delayed them long enough for that wretched dragon to send away the Ring.
As the dust cleared, rage and shock filled their empty cloaks. But, starting to understand what this all meant, all was replaced by one thing.
Despair.
The wraths returned to the black lands of Mordor, and told Sauron what had happened. Sauron did all what was in his power to get hold of the dwarven ring. But it was far out of his reach, so far away had Ravïgnir send the ring. Full with anger he realised the ring was lost to Middle-Earth. No one could ever reach it. So he did the only thing what he could do. He left it in the far unknown Realm, and focused on what he could reach.
The domination and rulership of Middle-Earth.
Meanwhile the Valar realised something what didn't mean to happen had actually happened. Something what belonged to Middle-Earth had slipped through their barriers and couldn't be returned without interfering with the other worlds. There was a long debate between the gods. But in the end they realised that it would be better at that time to focus on the raging wars in the lands of Arda.
So the ring stayed in the far away dimension, more precise it stayed on a planet. A planet called Earth.
The little ring was weak because it was so far away from its master, The One Ring. So the dwarven ring waited, and waited, and while it waited it grew stronger. No longer did it need to be bounded to the One. So when the One Ring was finally destroyed, the tiny dwarven ring didn't die with it. Yes, it was a hard blow for him, but he didn't die.
Thousands of years had passed since the ring had appeared in the earth's dimension. And only one soul had noticed.
Morgoth, once called Melkor, who lived in a place with no time or space, had noticed the Ring on earth. However, he was too weak to reach it. For he was banned to enter a dimension ever again. He was trapped and couldn't escape the empty place in which he was being held prisoner.
But Morgoth was wiser than he once was when he still terrorised the lands of Arda. So, just like the ring had. He waited,.
And his waiting was rewarded.
When Sauron died because of the destroyal of the ring, all was left was his powerless soul. Sauron couldn't bare it to stay in Middle-Earth while his sworn enemy Elleasar rebuilt the kingdom he once so hard had tried to destroy.
So he left Middle-Earth, and snuck past the barriers of the Valar. He arrived in the place between worlds, the place with time nor space. And it was there he encountered his formal master.
Sauron bowed deep before Morgoth.
They both realised at that moment that alone they where nothing than a shadow of what they once were, but together they could grow stronger.
And at that moment two became one, Sauron sacrificed all that he was to Morgoth, so that Morgoth could become stronger.
And at that time, Morgoth rembered the hidden ring of power on Earth.
While in the space between the world Morgoth slowly started to regain his power. The Valar realised that if they would not interfere, Morgoth would soon be strong enough to pierce the weak boundaries of the earth dimension and would get hold of the ring. And none could have predicted what would happen next.
But there was one problem, None of the Valar could leave Arda to retrieve the ring. For Eru, the greatest god of them all, had let them swear that they would not leave Arda until the end.
So instead they decided to send someone else.
Someone who had proven himself to Loyal to what was right.
And after a long debate between all of the Valar, they decided which person it would be.
On a planet called Earth Legolas opened his eyes.
So, that was my first ever chapter people! yay for me! And yay to you for reading!
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Please bear in mind that this is the Prologue and that my writing style will slightly change next chapter.
(FraggingToaster adds: WILL HE SURVIVE OR WILL THIS STORY TURN INTO BLATANT SLASH IN THE THIRD CHAPTER? FIND OUT NEXT WEEK)
'Till next time!
