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Prologue
The world is changing.
I feel it in the water. I feel it in the air. I smell it in the air.
Ragnarok, the End of days, was upon us it seemed. Though few now live who remember it.
Baldor had fallen unintentionally to his brother Hod by the trickery of Loki. Odin has been devoured by Fenris. Then it was over, after much chaos and destruction, it was over. After rebuilding the world after the war, the surviving Gods withdrew from the world and thus the first age of Middle Earth was born. Much that once was had been lost, for none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the great rings, shaped from the shattered remains of Gungnir and Mjolnir themselves. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest, fairest of all beings; Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsman of the mountain holds; and nine… nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire power .
For within these rings were bound the strength and will to govern each race. And a promise that never again would any of them allow another war like Ragnarok to ravage the world .
But they were all of them deceived.
For another ring was made.
In the lands of Mordor, in the fire mountain of Tomorrow, the Dark Lord Drago Bloodfist forged in secret a master ring, to control all others. For within this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his to dominate all life.
Everything happened by his design. Under fair guise he orchestrated the crafting of the other rings of power, speaking softly he clamored for peace and prosperity for all races. But plotting the whole time to enslave all he could and kill all he could not; plunging Middle Earth into a second darkness.
One Ring to rule them all.
One by one the free lands and people of Middle Earth fell to the power of Drago and 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 the mountain of fire, they fought for the freedom of Middle Earth.
Victory was near…
…but the power of the Ring
… could not be undone.
Stepping into the battlefield, Drago laid into the armies of good, with great swipes of his bullhook, he sent dozen of warriors screaming to their demise. Grimbeard, the king of Men rushed the Dark Lord with his sword, the Stormblade, and was run through and flung aside.
It was in this moment when all hope had faded that Speedfast, son of the King took up the Stormblade, even in pieces from Drago stepping on it, the hilt shard sliced the one ring from Drago's hand.
Drago the enemy of the free people of Middle Earth was defeated. The ring passed to Speedfast, who had this once 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 wove into Speedfast's mind the image of the world he wanted to rule, one of peace and brotherhood among all races.
It betrayed Speedfast to his death.
And some things which 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 cane to the creature Mildew who took it deep within the tunnels of the Misty Mountains and there, it consumed him. The Ring brought to Mildew unnaturally long life. For five hundred years it poisened his mind And in the gloom of Mildew's cave…it waited.
Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear. And the One Ring percieved it's time had come.
It abandoned Mildew.
But something happened then, the Ring did not intend.
It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A Hobbit, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the II from Berk, who had become separated from a band of thirteen dwarves he had been hired to help retake their mountain fortress from a Seadragonus Giganticus, but that's another story.
For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.