Ill Omens
Amancirith Carangarien
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it, and not making any money, either. More's the pity. *bg*
Author's Notes: As we have now seen RotK twice, we feel much more able to write this fic. Inspiration has struck, and we've re-written what we already had. Important things have changed, so you need to re-read the prologue and first three chapters. Hopefully, the next chapter will be up soonish. *crosses fingers* One of our resolutions this year is to actually finish fic. Anyway, enjoy and please review. Flames will once again be used to heat our Hershey's Hugs hot chocolate. *eg*
Prologue
The moon slowly rose over the Egyptian sands, its light causing the sand to sparkle and glitter. The sky was cloudless, numerous stars shining down on the land of the ancient pharaohs. Everything was silent, until the light from one of those stars faded and then went out.
Slowly the sand began to shift, falling away from a barren spot of desert which then began to sink. The sand continued to sink silently for a moment, then suddenly a spray of sand shot up out of the hollow and into the night. The sand was quickly followed by a man's hand reaching up from the desert, clawing at the empty air.
A second hand joined the first, reaching in vain for something solid to grip. After another long moment a head finally broke through the sand, gasping for breath. The man struggled to pull himself out of the sand, but the loose grains constantly slipped and slid around him, making the task nearly impossible.
By the time he managed to pull his upper body out of the sand the moon was high in the sky. The empty landscape was covered with a silver glow, nothing paying any attention to the struggling man. The night was almost half over when his legs finally broke through their prison of sand. He rose slowly to his feet, glancing around at the desert in wonder. He looked down at his bare chest, smiling when he saw that it was whole and unblemished. There was not even a faint scar from the mortal wound he had received at Hamunaptra.
Imhotep was unsure of just what had awakened him, but quickly realized that it didn't matter. He glanced across the desert, his lips curling up in a smile when he saw the small pyramid in the distance. He began walking towards it, shivering absently in the chill night air. As he walked he tried to figure out where he was, but he was unfamiliar with this part of Egypt.
It was nearly sunrise by the time he reached the small pyramid. He slowly walked around it, looking for any symbols that would tell him where he was. He had nearly finished a complete circle when he noticed the small symbols written around the arch of a doorway. He cocked his head as he read them, then a smile twisted his lips. The writings on the arch told of an ancient war, and of an object of great power.
"Within these walls is the account of the War of the Ring. Take heed to the lessons of the past, lest the evil return to enslave the world."
Imhotep glanced at the top of the doorway and could just make out a few more symbols. His smile widened as he read them. This could be what he needed.
And the words at the top of the doorway read: "One Ring to rule them all..."
TBC
Amancirith Carangarien
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it, and not making any money, either. More's the pity. *bg*
Author's Notes: As we have now seen RotK twice, we feel much more able to write this fic. Inspiration has struck, and we've re-written what we already had. Important things have changed, so you need to re-read the prologue and first three chapters. Hopefully, the next chapter will be up soonish. *crosses fingers* One of our resolutions this year is to actually finish fic. Anyway, enjoy and please review. Flames will once again be used to heat our Hershey's Hugs hot chocolate. *eg*
Prologue
The moon slowly rose over the Egyptian sands, its light causing the sand to sparkle and glitter. The sky was cloudless, numerous stars shining down on the land of the ancient pharaohs. Everything was silent, until the light from one of those stars faded and then went out.
Slowly the sand began to shift, falling away from a barren spot of desert which then began to sink. The sand continued to sink silently for a moment, then suddenly a spray of sand shot up out of the hollow and into the night. The sand was quickly followed by a man's hand reaching up from the desert, clawing at the empty air.
A second hand joined the first, reaching in vain for something solid to grip. After another long moment a head finally broke through the sand, gasping for breath. The man struggled to pull himself out of the sand, but the loose grains constantly slipped and slid around him, making the task nearly impossible.
By the time he managed to pull his upper body out of the sand the moon was high in the sky. The empty landscape was covered with a silver glow, nothing paying any attention to the struggling man. The night was almost half over when his legs finally broke through their prison of sand. He rose slowly to his feet, glancing around at the desert in wonder. He looked down at his bare chest, smiling when he saw that it was whole and unblemished. There was not even a faint scar from the mortal wound he had received at Hamunaptra.
Imhotep was unsure of just what had awakened him, but quickly realized that it didn't matter. He glanced across the desert, his lips curling up in a smile when he saw the small pyramid in the distance. He began walking towards it, shivering absently in the chill night air. As he walked he tried to figure out where he was, but he was unfamiliar with this part of Egypt.
It was nearly sunrise by the time he reached the small pyramid. He slowly walked around it, looking for any symbols that would tell him where he was. He had nearly finished a complete circle when he noticed the small symbols written around the arch of a doorway. He cocked his head as he read them, then a smile twisted his lips. The writings on the arch told of an ancient war, and of an object of great power.
"Within these walls is the account of the War of the Ring. Take heed to the lessons of the past, lest the evil return to enslave the world."
Imhotep glanced at the top of the doorway and could just make out a few more symbols. His smile widened as he read them. This could be what he needed.
And the words at the top of the doorway read: "One Ring to rule them all..."
TBC