[A/N: Author does not hold copyrights to any characters from the Lord of the Rings books or movies. Characters are used here for purposes of parody. Any resemblance of OC's to persons living or dead is unintentional and coincidental.]
The Third Age: Sauron, the dark lord, the Shadow, the corrupter, had discovered that the One Ring had been found. He had sent his most deadly servants, the Nazgul, to retrieve it, so that he could finally spread his darkness across all of Middle Earth. However, Gandalf the Grey had warned Frodo Baggins, who had the Ring, that he must take it and flee to Rivendell, where Sauron's power could not reach. Now, Frodo and his companions had almost reached the haven of Rivendell. Frodo had been wounded by the Nazgul, and was slowly becoming a wraith himself as the sliver of cursed sword left in the wound slowly worked its way toward his heart. Glorfindel, an Elf Lord, had come to assist the travelers to Rivendell. He had put Frodo on his horse, and sent him galloping alone to the ford that marked the boundary of Elrond's power. Frodo, fighting with the surprising inner strength that Hobbits seem to possess, resisted the call of the Ringwraiths as he raced for the ford, where he would turn and defy them-
/the universe bends, warps, shifts..../
Arwen had come to help the travelers make it to Rivendell, and she rode double with Frodo, who was incapable of doing anything because of the sliver of cursed sword that was left in his wound to slowly work its way into his heart and turn him into a wraith. The wound was quickly overpowering him and he was incapable of speech or movement, and was near death. Arwen turned once she crossed the ford, and defied the advancing Nazgul, summoning the water to sweep them away-
/the universe bends, warps, shifts.../
Suethoriel, clutching Frodo's limp, nearly dead body, summoned the water forth to sweep away the Nazgul. They were crushed by the rushing water, carried far downstream - but were not defeated. They would return to their master and take new forms, to pursue the Ring again. Suethoriel quickly took Frodo to Rivendell, where she would heal him. She had long flowing hair and wore extremely pretty clothes that were shiny, but not girlie. Suethoriel wore pants because unlike other females, she was a warrior, and warriors wore pants. Tight, sparkly sky-blue leather pants, with knee-high dark blue sparkly suede boots and a tight dark blue top that showed some cleavage. Although Aragorn was supposed to be in love with Arwen, and although Arwen was supposed to be the most beautiful elf, Suethoriel was really who Aragorn loved. In fact, Arwen also loved Suethoriel more than Aragorn. Unfortunately for both of them, Suethoriel was about to meet the elf that would actually be allowed to love her. Also, Suethoriel was half-elf, with crystal cobalt blue eyes and fiery deep red hair, which was unusual for an elf but not for a half-elf named Suethoriel. She was also amazing with a bow, and also was a master of the sword, and she also had an ancient elven blade that glowed blue when orcs were near. Also, she wore mithril armor. Also, Gandalf taught her some magic and thought of her as a daughter. Elrond also thought of her as a daughter. She wasn't Elrond's daughter, but he wished she was. Sometimes Elrond got a vague feeling that he was supposed to love Arwen more than Suethoriel, but he couldn't think why.
Frodo was healed, and was summoned to a secret Council. The Council would decide what to do with the Ring. Suethoriel was there, and Legolas of Mirkwood instantly fell in love with her, because she was so damn beautiful. This was fine because since Suethoriel was half elf, she would stay young and beautiful just as long as he did. Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor, also fell in love with her, but because he wasn't as pretty as Legolas he stood no chance. Gimli the dwarf also fell in love with her, but like a brother, because dwarves are short and hairy and only fall in love platonically and are mostly there to deliver witty one-liners about being short. Of course all the Hobbits already practically worshiped Suethoriel, especially Frodo, because without her he absolutely would have been killed by the Nazgul.
After a lot of shouting and arguing, and Boromir talking about some lame dream he had that really wasn't important because Suethoriel wasn't in it, they finally decided that the Ring must be destroyed. However, the only way to destroy the Ring was to throw it into the fires of Mount Doom, where it was forged, which lay in the heart of Mordor. An argument erupted over who should take the Ring to Mordor, for it was not only the heart of Sauron's dark kingdom, but distant, with many perils before one could reach it. Furthermore, the Ring itself was evil, and would surely tempt whoever had it to use it, which would alert Sauron to its presence.
"I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though... I do not know the way," Frodo finally said.
"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear," Gandalf said.
"If, by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword," Aragorn pledged.
"And you have my bow," Legolas added.
"And my axe," said Gimli, not to be outdone.
Boromir looked skeptical, but agreed. "You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
The other Hobbits, who had not been invited to the council, burst in on the scene. "Here! And Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" Sam exclaimed.
"No, indeed!" replied Elrond. "It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not."
"Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" shouted Merry.
"Anyway," said Pippin, "you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."
"Well that rules you out, Pip," joked Merry.
Elrond ignored their banter. "Nine companions... So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring. Nine of you, against the Nine Ringwraiths."
Suethoriel stood dramatically. "I, too, shall accompany you. My sword and my bow will protect you!"
Elrond, who impossibly enough seemed to have forgotten Suethoriel's presence, began to say that she could not go - not only did he love her as a daughter and want to protect her, but that the Fellowship should be nine, the same as the Nazgul, was-
/the universe bends, warps, shifts.../
Elrond nodded. "But of course, Suethoriel. Ten companions... So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring. Ten of you, against the Ten Ringwraiths."
Suethoriel looked at Elrond blankly. "TEN Ringwraiths?"
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Sauron looked over his servants and scowled. They had been close, so close, to having the Ring in their grasp, but they had failed. They would try again - all that mattered was getting the Ring before anyone had a chance to use its power to challenge him. He had to crush Gondor decisively, beyond all hope of recovery. Minas Tirith was proving a difficult nut to crack, but his armies were growing, and with Rohan occupied with the fool Saruman, they would be unable to resist the might of Mordor.
"My lord, we need new steeds, new forms," hissed the head of the Nazgul, the Witch-King of Angmar.
"My power has grown, and continues to grow," Sauron replied, not without a touch of smug satisfaction as he granted the request. "Now you shall menace the skies, and bring death to those who would dare to defy my power! Bring me Baggins! BRING ME THE RING!"
The nine Ringwraiths bowed, and-
/the universe bends, shifts, warps.../
The ten Ringwraiths bowed, and fled their master's presence to collect their steeds and pursue the Ring anew.
"...ten?" Sauron said to himself, then blinked. There had always been ten Nazgul. The rings of power made for men had always numbered ten.
The Witch-King mounted his vile winged steed and signaled-
/the universe shifts, bends, warps.../
The Witch-Princess of Angmar mounted her vile winged steed and signaled her father, the Witch-King of Angmar, to fly. Unlike the other Nazgul, she did not look like a ghostly corpse. She looked young and beautiful, with long shiny black hair, glittering jet black eyes, and clothes that were somehow black and shiny at the same time. She could smell the One Ring better than any of the Nazgul, was more ruthless, and had an evil intelligence to rival Sauron's. Of course she, like the other Ringwraiths, was Sauron's terrible and loyal servant - but she knew Baggins was not to be underestimated, especially with such powerful help as he had.
The Nazgul rode screeching into the sky. The Princess turned her face into the wind and inhaled deeply. "There..." she hissed in a chilling voice, and the Ringwraiths wheeled in the sky as she led them west.
