Hello everyone! This is my first crossover and first fanfic, so please be patient with me. I'm still trying to get used to this. I've had this idea floating around in my head for about a year and a half, and I've finally decided to post it. I was inspired to write this story after I read Aura of the Past by DragonsChild.96.
For this story, I'll be using references to the books, but most of my information will come from the scripts from the extended editions of the movies.
This first chapter is from the Prologue of the Fellowship of the Ring extended script, except for the last line.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Any recognizable characters and content belong to their respected owners. I'm just borrowing them for this story.
Prologue: A Look at History
I amar prestar aen…
The world is changed.
Han mathon ne nen…
I feel it in the water.
Han mathon ne chae…
I feel it in the Earth.
A han noston ned gwilith.
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 craftsmen 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.
Orcs were grunting and ready for battle. Elves and Men let loose arrows into the hordes of Orcs. Armies of Orcs attacked the Elves and Men, who fought back bravely. Lord Elrond, one of the Elven leaders, was shouting out commands at the army. The Elves fired arrows into the Orc ranks. The Orcs advanced and the Elves brought up their swords to slash into the front line. The battle ensued and was very fierce. Gil-Galad, another Elven leader, speared an Orc on the ground. Elendil, King of Gondor, brandished his sword, thinking that their group was winning the fight.
Victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone.
The Elves and Men backed off looking fearful. Sauron came forward. He swung his mace scattering Men and Elves all over the field. Elendil moved forward to try to engage him, but he was thrown away by the mace. He crumpled against the rock of the mountain and dropped his sword. Isildur moved towards his father, took his helmet off and held Elendil to him.
It was in this moment when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword.
Isildur looked up at Sauron and dove for his father's sword. Sauron stamped on it breaking it. He made a grab for Isildur who swiped at his hand with the broken sword, severing the finger with the Ring on it. It fell to the ground. Isildur looked up at Sauron who began to glow brighter and brighter. There was a massive explosion sending a shock wave all across the armies that knocked the soldiers from their feet. Sauron's helmet crashed to the ground.
Sauron, the enemy of the free-peoples of Middle-earth was defeated.
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.
Isildur and his men were ambushed by some Orcs. Isildur was knocked off his horse. His men were being slaughtered. He pulled the Ring off its chain and put it on, and he disappeared instantly. As the battle continued he ran and dove into the river, but as he was swimming the Ring fell off his finger revealing him to his enemies. He grabbed for it but missed it.
It betrayed Isildur to his death. He got shot in the back by arrows. As he floated off down the river, the Ring sunk to the riverbed.
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.
The Ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him.
The Ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forest of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum.
But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.
A Hobbit. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
In a small town in the state of Washington, a world parallel to Middle-earth, one girl was dealing with an event that would cause her to make a decision that could change her life and the lives of others forever.