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Lord of the Rings: Third Age of Defeat
On the ancient ruins of Amun Sul during the Third Age the future king of Gondor Aragorn protected four hobbits. One of these hobbits was called Frodo Baggins, the Ring-Bearer who would later destroy the One Ring and the Dark Lord Sauron with it. That night the Ringwraiths attacked the camp and Frodo was injured but later survived thanks to Aragorn and the elves of Rivendell. But what would have happened if the Ring-Bearer died that night?
Chapter 1- Reclaiming of the Ring
"Keep the fire low," Aragorn ordered "The Dark Lord has many spies who would be able to see the fire from miles around."
The Ranger still wore his long green coat that wrapped around the dark figure in the night. Frodo did not like it. The night was freezing and for the last few days they had ran relentlessly from the Black Riders that trailed them since the peacefulness of the Shire that felt like it was years away. Sam placed a small pot on the fire that was filled with water and started to cut up a few potatoes.
"We may not have a large fire but we can still have a nice stew Mr Frodo. Yes a nice stew. I have a few taters and carrots and a few turnips. We'll have a nice stew going. Shame we don't have anythin' like a nice rabbit or fish. A nice rabbit would do."
"Same old Sam," Frodo chuckled "Even after days of being chased by Black Riders you still are optimistic enough to make a meal."
"Well I promised Mr Gandalf and my Old Gaffer that I would keep you safe Mr Frodo. They said 'You look out for Mr Frodo Sam' so I see keeping you fed as the best way to keep you safe."
After a few minutes of the stew brewing Sam poured the stew into five bowls as he mumbled about how a rabbit would make the stew taste much better. They all greedily gulped down the warm liquid to force away the bitter night. Merry and Pippin were chuckling to themselves while they ate the stew. Even the Strider let his guard down to enjoy the food. That is why none of them noticed the nine shadows.
The shadows dismounted their horses and walked silently up the hill. Years ago they had raised this area to the ground with an army of orcs in the name of the Dark Lord. Now they would spill more blood in his name. Tonight the One will be in their possession so He could become powerful once more. His army from Mordor would raise the armies of Gondor, the wizard Saruman would lead Isengard to destroy Rohan, Dol Guldur would raise Lothlorien to the ground as Rhun would destroy Erebor and Dale, and the goblins would pillage the North leaving only Rivendell…
A small hobbit started walking towards them chuckling mindlessly to himself. He never noticed the Morgul-blade arch towards his face. No sound came from him. They sniffed. The Ring was on the Halfling near to the Ranger. They heard one hobbit say:
"Where's Pippin got to?"
The Nazgul walked slowly towards the camp. A hobbit got up and walked towards the direction of his friend to the others saying 'Merry come back'. The blade claimed another victim but the eyes of the Ranger saw it. He brandished his sword and ran at the wraiths. Blades clashed as the experienced fighter clashed with the corrupted kings. The two remaining hobbits ran further into the ruins. The Ranger was not their trouble anymore. Their leader broke off silently from the battle and followed the Halflings.
Frodo ran. Merry and Pippin were already dead thanks to the Black Riders. Sam was yelling to run repeatedly. Frodo was not going to die running like common game. If this was his last stand he would stand and fight. He turned and pulled out Sting waiting for the beings of darkness. A cloaked figure stepped out of the darkness brandishing a blood soaked blade.
"Get behind me Sam!" he yelled to no avail.
Sam ran at the figure with a small blade towards the wraith. The blade flew out of his hand while his head rolled on the floor. Frodo started to brandish his sword until the bloodcurdling screech. He had heard it once before in the Shire. The noise was so bad it made him drop the sword. He saw the blade and the end.
"That is how the Ring was lost to the enemy," Aragorn explained "My lack of awareness has caused the death of the Halflings and Him to reclaim his power."
"It was not your fault," Elrond replied "You were the most able of all of us so if you could not help them no one could have."
The council of Elrond nodded in agreement. Here representatives gathered not to discuss how to destroy the Ring but to discuss how to defend their lands against the hoards of the darkness.
The Conquest of Middle-Earth had begun.
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