Authors notes: This is my first fan-fiction and well I just saw Lord of the Rings and my mind just won't let me do anything unless I at least write this story so bare with me you might like it. (*) Means that a definition will be at the bottom of the page
Prologue
"One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them.
One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."
Samwise Gamgee stood up at the mouth of Mount Doom. A trickle of blood from his head flowed down into his eye making it sting furiously. He blinked twice, stood up still swaying nauseously, and jogged over to where gollum had jumped upon Frodo.
Sam stood there watching as Gollum wrestled on top of an invisible foe while swaying back and forth. Gollum had a Fire in his eyes that matched that of the lava flowing in the bowels of Mount Doom. Gollum tumbling, falling to the ground, rising and repeating the process let loose foul hisses but spoke no words.
Suddenly Sam saw Gollum's long hands move up to his face, and his white teeth shimmer as they bit down hard. Frodo gave out a cry now visible to the naked eye he sat there upon his knees at the chasm's edge. Gollum danced madly around with the ring, and a finger, in his mouth straying dangerously to the edge. The ring shone now as if it was wrought of verily living fire.
"Precious, precious, precious!" Gollum cried. "My Precious! Oh my precious!" And with that even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat at his prize, he stepped too far, swayed a little and with one last arm sway he toppled over the edge crying in a shriek "PRECIOUS."
But... Even as Gollum cried for his last precious as he fell to his blazing inferno of a grave, Even as the Armies of Darkness fell to the Armies of Gondor and the Eagles, Even as the Dark Lord cried in Agony of the defeat that had eluded him for so long, and Even as Frodo, Sam, and Gandalf, returned home no longer burdened with the wait of The One Ring. The Ring lived on. It was forged in the fiery pits of Mount Doom and so it's physical form was destroyed in its pit. It's evil and malice that was cursed onto it by the Dark Lord could not be physically destroyed by any heat or weapon.
The ring bided its time knowing deep in its pits that someday it could resume its fiery golden form, from true hatred spawned from a powerful man. Much as is the same case so many Millennia ago. Now the time has come, The One Ring is ready to resume its form and come back down upon the world as a plague to humanity.
Prologue
"One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them.
One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."
Samwise Gamgee stood up at the mouth of Mount Doom. A trickle of blood from his head flowed down into his eye making it sting furiously. He blinked twice, stood up still swaying nauseously, and jogged over to where gollum had jumped upon Frodo.
Sam stood there watching as Gollum wrestled on top of an invisible foe while swaying back and forth. Gollum had a Fire in his eyes that matched that of the lava flowing in the bowels of Mount Doom. Gollum tumbling, falling to the ground, rising and repeating the process let loose foul hisses but spoke no words.
Suddenly Sam saw Gollum's long hands move up to his face, and his white teeth shimmer as they bit down hard. Frodo gave out a cry now visible to the naked eye he sat there upon his knees at the chasm's edge. Gollum danced madly around with the ring, and a finger, in his mouth straying dangerously to the edge. The ring shone now as if it was wrought of verily living fire.
"Precious, precious, precious!" Gollum cried. "My Precious! Oh my precious!" And with that even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat at his prize, he stepped too far, swayed a little and with one last arm sway he toppled over the edge crying in a shriek "PRECIOUS."
But... Even as Gollum cried for his last precious as he fell to his blazing inferno of a grave, Even as the Armies of Darkness fell to the Armies of Gondor and the Eagles, Even as the Dark Lord cried in Agony of the defeat that had eluded him for so long, and Even as Frodo, Sam, and Gandalf, returned home no longer burdened with the wait of The One Ring. The Ring lived on. It was forged in the fiery pits of Mount Doom and so it's physical form was destroyed in its pit. It's evil and malice that was cursed onto it by the Dark Lord could not be physically destroyed by any heat or weapon.
The ring bided its time knowing deep in its pits that someday it could resume its fiery golden form, from true hatred spawned from a powerful man. Much as is the same case so many Millennia ago. Now the time has come, The One Ring is ready to resume its form and come back down upon the world as a plague to humanity.