KOARULES: I know that my story doesn't exactly follow Tolkien's Middle-earth and that 500 years is definitely not enough time for all the change I put into my story. (Plus I didn't even read it over before posting). Truth is I didn't actually finish the third book and haven't read or seen any LOTR stuff lately. O well. As you read you will be able to tell I don't know the finer points of medieval armor. I will try to make it more realistic but most importantly enjoy Chapter 1.

PS I have nothing against Elrond and his kin. Elrond rocks. From now on I'm changing the half-elves to twisted elf-orc half breeds and the story is set 1500 years after RTK.

Prologue: Of Veeraki and Their Like

We all know of the half-elves such as the great Elrond. They are a cross between men and the elves, but in the time of the Defenders of Gallion there were others also known as half-elves. These creatures are mixes between elves, orcs and sometimes even trolls, forced by a dark wizard to breed and create horrible creatures he could use to gain riches and power. However soon after these creatures were created the wizard was slain by a light wizard of greater power who banished the dark beings to the wilderness. The nightmarish creatures lived and bred in the wilderness and soon they could be split into four different breeds:

*Half-elves: Lesser Veeraki. They are of almost human stature and mainly half elf and half orc with bluish, roughly-human, faces. They are extremely dim-witted and co-exist with other races.

*Veeraki: About a foot taller than the average man these monstrosities are half orc and half elf. They have a very bad temper and are stupid yet not as dumb as half-elves. Bound to the wilderness.

*Tollkar: Nearly eight feet tall, these grotesque creatures are extremely strong but are barley as smart a half-elf. Bound to wilderness.

*Kelvaki: By some biological miracle these deity like creatures are over twenty-five feet tall. They are unimaginably strong and possess the intelligence of an average human. Extremely rare. Bound to the wilderness.

The Defenders of Gallion

Rider eyed the beautiful ring on his finger thoughtfully. It was a beautiful ring. The ring on Rider's middle finger shined like the sun, it was silver with an engraved golden band along the center. The elves had tried their best to make it as strong as possible and they almost completely eliminated the dark allure the original rings retained. The second he put the ring on his finger Rider felt a surge of strength and energy. He found he could run faster and longer than before and that he was significantly stronger. He heard the others had felt similar things when they put their rings upon their fingers.

"Rider!" called a young, human, swordsman, "Tis' time for battle!" Rider stood and began readying himself for battle. He put his chain mail on over his tunic and strapped himself into a nice, light, breastplate. He strapped his greaves on over his boots and struggled into his gauntlets. Finally He put his belt around his waist, sheathed his sword, Galangt, and strapped on his shield. "Bring around Belmon, Jorge!" Rider yelled to the young swordsman who had passed by Rider's tent.

The camp was teeming with activity. The Defenders of Gallion were running around, some already in formation waiting for their comrades to assemble while others ran around hectically, trying to ready themselves for taking Mali. Rider leapt upon his beautiful, brown, stallion and set off at a trot for the ever-expanding group of Defenders.

Rider managed to find his place at the front of the group right ahead of the last few stragglers. He wheeled his horse around and cried with great fervor, "This is the first true battle we will face! You all know our plan! Now let us slay these slaves to Norguf!" A huge, cheer resounded and at the sound of Prince Auron's horn the Defenders charged.

Twas' early in the morning and Malik was not ready for the attack. At the sound of the horn they scrambled for their weapons and ran for the gate. By the time the archers had readied themselves for the attack the Defenders had nearly broken through the stone wall. Orcs and half-elves swarmed the horsemen but the skilled Defenders were able to fend them off. Rider Sat upon his horse and his sword, imbued with magical powers deadly to the servants of Norguf, was bane of many an orc or half-elf.

Rider drove Galangt through an orc's chest and suddenly his sword was engulfed in blue flames. Rider felt as though the ring was acting through him, he fought ferociously tearing through many a half-elf and orc. He leapt off his horse expertly evading a volley of arrows and grabbed onto the wall. Rider somehow managed to scramble up the wall and flinging himself over a parapet he vanquished a dozen archers with his blazing blade. The archers screamed and fled but tapping into a reserve of strength he never knew he had Rider cleaved through two orcs and flung a half-elf all the way across the wall and into the small group of fleeing soldiers.

Rider, seeing all the surrounding soldiers dead, bent over suddenly exhausted and closed his eyes. He saw a bright blue light and heard a scream. Rider passed out…

Rider wakes from his slumber in a small richly furnished room with Nolan, Garret and Gloif all sitting in chairs around him. They had taken off his armor, and his sword and shield were lying at the foot of his soft feather bed. He sat up and felt pain shoot through his side. His tunic was drenched in blood. "Wh-What happened?" Rider asked uncertainly. Gloif stood and answered him in his gruff voice, "Something happened to you sir. When your sword caught fire you fought like a hundred men and then you let out a huge blast of blue light and all the half elves and orcs within about two hundred feet dropped dead, sir." Gloif licked his lips, "Then you passed out. The wall underneath you collapsed and the rubble got the best of ya. It was easy going from there and we took Malik without any deaths. And then after all the humans, dwarves and elves surrendered, and a few offered to join our band mind you, we tended to your wounds." Gloif sat back down.

Rider frowned. " I believe I somehow accidentally tapped into the ring's power and I wasn't ready." He felt woozy, laid back down, and asked "How much blood did I lose?" Nolan shook his head and said, "A lot." Rider tenderly fingered his side and grimaced. "How long will I be in bed?" Nolan stood up and walked over to take a look at Rider's wound. "Well that's odd… I swear this was a lot worse a minute ago. It seems the rings have some sort of healing power."

Nolan accidentally bumped into rider's side as he went to sit down and Rider gasped in pain. Rider glared at Nolan and snapped, "That doesn't make it hurt any less!"

KOARULES: Well there you have it.I hoped to make it a bit longer but oh well. Please review. If you have an idea for something to happen in this story, like this story or really hate it contact me. Its amazing how good it feels to get a good review.