A/N: I just want to say that this story is rated M for a reason. I know that there are people under 18 who are reading this story, however, this story is posted as M and therefore it is not my fault if you get in trouble for reading this. I do not want any parents or guardians to come after me because they caught you reading this. I have more than enough people coming after me, I don't need any more.
Prologue: A brief history lesson.
The worlds are changed.
I feel it in the water.
I feel it in the Earth.
I smell it in the air.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
It all 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 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.
Victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword.
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.
It betrayed Isildur, to his death. 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 name-less 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.
Meanwhile, the world across the mirror was ever changing. Constant battles for land, power, and the like were raging, and in a small town in Washington, a young girl's heart was breaking.