He awoke again. Weak. But he would gain strength in time; he aches to put his hand of shadow back into the world. He would return and stronger more powerful than before, this time he would find her, Sauron would find his Rose.

It had been 35 years since the defeat of Sauron. The entire world was peaceful. By now Aragon was half way through his life. He had lived in happiness ruling for a long time and craved for the outdoors again, to roam the countryside as he did in his youth. He'd had one son and three daughters with Arwen, and so he'd decided to pass on the crown to his son, prince Aruther. He would announce his decision in a month, publicly…

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Aruther was out in the woods early the next morning; he loved it at this time of day. The air was refreshing and cool against his skin. The light was just peering through the trees, its golden rays shone bright in contrast to the surrounding darkness. He carried on walking, everything seemed to be glorious, everyone thought this was a utopia, but something was wrong, he could feel it. A growing strain upon the peace… a mounting evil.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Abby awoke with a start, sweat beaded on her forehead and made her night dress cling against her body. It was the dream again she had been getting the same one for years now. She twirled the ring on her finger; it seemed warm against her flesh…the girl in her dream wore one just like it. What was her name? Rosie …no … Rose, that's it! She'd remembered!

For some reason the name brought her hope, pain, anger, and a sense of power, but it wasn't this that confused her the most, it was the other person in her dream. Sauron. Sauron was dead she didn't even know what he had looked like and yet there he was in her dream clear as day, and he spoke to Rose as if he knew her, no not just knew her there was something more… something more personal.

Whatever the meaning of it, she didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit. It worried her. Something just wasn't quite right. Who is this Rose girl? Why was Sauron interested in her, and why was she having this dream, whatever the reason was it didn't concern her, this was between a dead evil being and a girl she doesn't know. Right?

She looked out the window, it was early still but she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. She clambered out of bed and threw her nightgown over her shoulder. It was mid autumn and the mornings were still chilly. Then she struck a match and lit the lamp she kept at the side of her bed. Putting on her slippers she went to get ready for the day.

The village she lived in was still asleep. It was a small village and wouldn't be marked on any map most people didn't even no it existed. She looked at her reflection in the window. She looked ghostly on the misted glass. She opened the front door and went out, shutting it behind her.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

They would be brought back from the dead. His ring bearers never truly died anyway, they couldn't whilst the other ring existed, the one on her finger. Rose's finger. He would bring his slaves back into the land of the living. They would track her down. He would have her this time.