Ok, before we start, please take into account that I am in the middle of writing 3 other stories and I cannot update as often as others. That being said I will try to update as often as I can. Also, I am making this up as I go along so feel free to give me tips, ideas for the story line, constructive criticism... The lot! Please review, maybe not this chapter because its short and its only a prolouge type thing but hopefully the other chapters? Anyway on with this story prolouge type thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my future OC's, the rest belongs to Tolkien.
It began with the forging of the great rings.
Three were given to the elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.
Seven were given to the dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls.
And nine... Nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who above all else, desired power, for within these rings was bound the strength 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.
Manwë and Varda, however, from the Halls of Ilmarin saw this treachery and forged a fourth elven ring, pure and beautiful, yet as dangerously powerful as them. This ring could not fall into the wrong hands. And so they searched, searched desperately for someone worthy enough to bear this ring. The two looked throughout middle earth and when they didn't find a single person they reluctantly moved on to other realms. But still, they could not find a single person worthy.
Finally, just as they were about to give up they looked to the faraway realm, earth, a world without magic, but much more evolved than any other they had seen. The pair looked through country after country when they finally came across a girl. Her name was Lexi. She was the one.