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Harry Potter and the Ruling Ring
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Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter or LOTR
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A/N: Not for the Harry Potter newbie, I cant be bothered to write all sorts of descriptive unessential material to form a standalone story.
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-CHAPTER 1: The Eye of Doom-
*Green hills, each with small round doors punched into them melted into strange ruins and howling winds, which led to a vast spine of misty mountains stretching endlessly to either side.
Then came the terrors.
A huge, twin-pronged spike that cut into the endless night. Smoke rising from infinite pits of terrible depth, marring the rolling vistas of fair plains. A massive sprawl of buildings, each on concentric circles, a beautiful white, reflecting the fires of assault upon its great gates. Then the spiked terrors of the mountains, gave way to an endless plain of black, punctured by the vast fiery sore of the volcano, masking the great finger of evil. Gates of iron, shimmering walls of hateful adamant, dungeons of despair, tower upon tower, melting into the endless crown. And at the top came the Eye. Searching endlessly, searching. It turned and glared. And the words came into his head
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them*
Harry Potter woke up with a start. The dream had invaded his dreams for days now, replacing those terrible dreams, in which he remembered his fateful encounter with Lord Voldemort. Somehow, when he looked at that eye, it reminded him of Voldemort, except with more terror, more power than ever. Perhaps greater than Voldemort.
He checked his clock. It said 7:52. He had to go and prepare breakfast for the Dursleys any second now.
5...4...3...2...1...
"BOY, GET DOWN HERE!" screamed a shrill voice. He got up reluctantly. However, he pondered the dream. This one was the only one with the couplet.
Harry Potter and the Ruling Ring
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Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter or LOTR
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A/N: Not for the Harry Potter newbie, I cant be bothered to write all sorts of descriptive unessential material to form a standalone story.
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-CHAPTER 1: The Eye of Doom-
*Green hills, each with small round doors punched into them melted into strange ruins and howling winds, which led to a vast spine of misty mountains stretching endlessly to either side.
Then came the terrors.
A huge, twin-pronged spike that cut into the endless night. Smoke rising from infinite pits of terrible depth, marring the rolling vistas of fair plains. A massive sprawl of buildings, each on concentric circles, a beautiful white, reflecting the fires of assault upon its great gates. Then the spiked terrors of the mountains, gave way to an endless plain of black, punctured by the vast fiery sore of the volcano, masking the great finger of evil. Gates of iron, shimmering walls of hateful adamant, dungeons of despair, tower upon tower, melting into the endless crown. And at the top came the Eye. Searching endlessly, searching. It turned and glared. And the words came into his head
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them*
Harry Potter woke up with a start. The dream had invaded his dreams for days now, replacing those terrible dreams, in which he remembered his fateful encounter with Lord Voldemort. Somehow, when he looked at that eye, it reminded him of Voldemort, except with more terror, more power than ever. Perhaps greater than Voldemort.
He checked his clock. It said 7:52. He had to go and prepare breakfast for the Dursleys any second now.
5...4...3...2...1...
"BOY, GET DOWN HERE!" screamed a shrill voice. He got up reluctantly. However, he pondered the dream. This one was the only one with the couplet.
