The path was straight, crossing over plains and grassy meadows. This made traveling fast, and after one day, they were to a range of tall mountains.
"We shall stop here for the night," said Gandalf. "Finally!" Frodo said. "I feel as though we have gone miles!" "We have," replied Legolas, "but I have a haunting feeling that we are not alone..."
No sooner were these words said then black soldiers came out of nowhere. There were so many, a sea of black armor and long pointed swords and spears. Legolas managed to knock down some with arrows, and Boromier managed a few more, but there were too many.
"Yrch!" said Legolas, forgetting and speaking in her own language. "The Orcs! Servants to the Digimon Emperor!" Merry cried. "The...Digimon Emperor?" Frodo asked, confused. "The wannabe," Gimli replied.
"The Orcs are digimon that were tortured. Brain washed, rinsed, and dried!" said Sam. "So where are our digimon?" Frodo asked. All the others looked at him funny. Seeing as none of them remembered who they were, or about any adventures in the digiworld, Frodo shut his mouth.
"Up the mountain!" Gandalf called. They ran twords the snowy peaks to the north. Hiding behind one, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Legolas and Boromier drew their bows and stood, poised and in position to shoot. They hit several Orcs, and the rest fled.
Gimli cleared out a cave in the side of a mountain with his hard dwarven ax and the company dashed inside. Sam and Pippin lit a fire and everyone gathered around. Frodo looked at the One Ring thoughtfully, then threw it into the fire, hoping it would be destroyed.
Using a stick, Gandalf lifted it out again. Then it began to glow, and writing appeared on the side of it. Frodo's heart practically stopped beating. It was what he had inscribed in the ring, to say that it was the control center of his evil operations.
'One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in darkness bind them.'
The others one by one fell asleep, but Frodo stayed awake, thinking of why he had inscribed that in the ring.
One ring to rule them meant that this ring ruled over all the other Dark Rings. One ring to find them had meant that this one ring could track down any digimon with a dark ring or spiral. It could also find the specific points of all the control spires that his slaves had built. One ring to bring them all and in darkness bind them. That was his chief line. It meant that this one ring would make all the digimon in the digital world obey his every command.
Frodo didn't like these memories. They reminded him of all the harm he had brought to the digital world. He decided then and there that he would do everything he could to destroy the One Ring. Even if it meant his life.
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Please review! I promise the next part will come soon. When I get more creativity. Hey, I have like three stories going at once! If you liked this, then try reading Beyond the Horizon. Same concept, except no digimon characters of evil black spirally thingies. REVIEW!
"We shall stop here for the night," said Gandalf. "Finally!" Frodo said. "I feel as though we have gone miles!" "We have," replied Legolas, "but I have a haunting feeling that we are not alone..."
No sooner were these words said then black soldiers came out of nowhere. There were so many, a sea of black armor and long pointed swords and spears. Legolas managed to knock down some with arrows, and Boromier managed a few more, but there were too many.
"Yrch!" said Legolas, forgetting and speaking in her own language. "The Orcs! Servants to the Digimon Emperor!" Merry cried. "The...Digimon Emperor?" Frodo asked, confused. "The wannabe," Gimli replied.
"The Orcs are digimon that were tortured. Brain washed, rinsed, and dried!" said Sam. "So where are our digimon?" Frodo asked. All the others looked at him funny. Seeing as none of them remembered who they were, or about any adventures in the digiworld, Frodo shut his mouth.
"Up the mountain!" Gandalf called. They ran twords the snowy peaks to the north. Hiding behind one, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Legolas and Boromier drew their bows and stood, poised and in position to shoot. They hit several Orcs, and the rest fled.
Gimli cleared out a cave in the side of a mountain with his hard dwarven ax and the company dashed inside. Sam and Pippin lit a fire and everyone gathered around. Frodo looked at the One Ring thoughtfully, then threw it into the fire, hoping it would be destroyed.
Using a stick, Gandalf lifted it out again. Then it began to glow, and writing appeared on the side of it. Frodo's heart practically stopped beating. It was what he had inscribed in the ring, to say that it was the control center of his evil operations.
'One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in darkness bind them.'
The others one by one fell asleep, but Frodo stayed awake, thinking of why he had inscribed that in the ring.
One ring to rule them meant that this ring ruled over all the other Dark Rings. One ring to find them had meant that this one ring could track down any digimon with a dark ring or spiral. It could also find the specific points of all the control spires that his slaves had built. One ring to bring them all and in darkness bind them. That was his chief line. It meant that this one ring would make all the digimon in the digital world obey his every command.
Frodo didn't like these memories. They reminded him of all the harm he had brought to the digital world. He decided then and there that he would do everything he could to destroy the One Ring. Even if it meant his life.
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Please review! I promise the next part will come soon. When I get more creativity. Hey, I have like three stories going at once! If you liked this, then try reading Beyond the Horizon. Same concept, except no digimon characters of evil black spirally thingies. REVIEW!