I amar prestar aen (The world is changed). Han mathon ne nen (I feel it in the water). Han mathon ne chae (I feel it in the Earth). A han noston ned gwilith (I smell it in the air). Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it.
It 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, desires power.
For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them 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 all 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 Elves and Men 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, 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 heart of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of it's own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some things that not should've 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 in-shared a new bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there it concealed him. The ring gave Gollum an unnatural long life, for five hundred years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave it waited. Darkness came back into the forest of the world, rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear and the ring of power knew that his time had now come. He abandoned Gollum... But something happened the ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A hobbit: Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
For many years Bilbo carried the ring, until he passed it on to his nephew Frodo Baggins. Frodo got the task to go to mount doom in the land of Mordor to destroy the ring once and for all, but he failed and got killed by the creature Gollum.
Twenty years Gollum reclaimed the ring and is Aragorn King of Gondor. Legolas did go back to Mirkwood and the hobbits stayed at the Shire in peace. Everyone is happy, well except for me. My name is Becahir, short as Beca and I'm an elf from the great elf kingdom Rivendell. My mother got killed by Uruk-hai's four years ago and that's the reason I hate Aragorn. I have been contacted by Gandalf about the one ring and he needed me to bring it to Rivendell. I agreed and that's where this story starts...