*I amar prestar aen-The world is changed. Hon mathon ne nen -I feel it in the water. Hon mathon ne chae -I feel it in the earth. A han nostron ned wilith -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 Rings of Power. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven were given to the Dwarves, 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 power and the will to rule each race.
But they were all of them deceived, for deep in the land of Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron forged another ring, a master ring, and into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate every living thing. One ring to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples 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 very 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.
Isildur's father Elendil had been slain by the Dark Lord, Isildur ran to his side; Sauron approached there was no escape for Isildur. In this last moment he raised his Father's sword, Sauron broke it however Isildur used the broken shard of his father's sword to cut Sauron's fingers and the Ring.
Isildur had a chance to destroy the Ring but men's hearts are easily corrupted, the Ring of Power had a will of its own; it betrayed Isildur to his death and the Ring was lost for two and a half thousand years until the Ring ensnared another bearer; the creature of the Misty Mountains named Gollum. For five hundred years the Ring poisoned his mind and gave him an unnatural long life until the Ring abandoned Gollum; but something happened that the Ring did not intend, it was picked up by the most unlikely creature: A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins of The Shire.*
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*This was taken from the Lord Of The Rings transcript; some lines have been altered.*
*~ Of Men it included: Elendil and his son Isildur, of Elves it included: Elrond, and Esgiraloth (Jyntaralyn's father).
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From this came the history:
'The Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.'
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A pathway from the stairs led towards a large stone on the right the small path curved beside it, fallen leaves were scattered across the lush, dark green grass, the moon lit a few spots on the ground here and there, but did not overwhelm the place with it's pale glow.
The path curved slightly to the left leading to a large enclosed garden where the moon shone in radiance, covering the grass with light.
In the far corner there was a silver stream that flowed from the fountain on the hill. Near the silver stream stood a basin of silver, wide and shallow it was, filled with water probably from the silver stream behind it; beside the basin stood a slender silver ewer.
In the basin the silver water was still. The moon and the stars were visible in the clear water before it started to swirl, changing into a clear picture of a young man peering into the exact same basin, his face was horror stricken as he continued to peer into the mirror. The water rippled changing the image to a very young child running around with two companions somewhere that some people of Middle-earth have never been lucky enough to see or experience. The image shifted into the same young man who looked into the mirror, only he was lying on a bed of silver sheets, a stone angel stood above him as he rested.
Once again the image changed, this time something unexpected was viewed: the same young man fell onto the floor of some hotel, a ring flew from his hand up into the air, he reached out to grab it; instead of falling in his palm in landed right on his finger, and he disappeared.
The images after that became more disturbing than that of the man disappearing. Thousands of Orcs were fighting with two men, the ring whispered something in a strange tongue that scarcely any in Middle-earth could understand, then a dark cat like eye appeared flame surrounded the pupil, almost engulfing it. The same words that were heard before were repeated; the Eye grew closer, laughing maliciously, louder and louder the laughter became until it seemed to be heard as if it were laughing right beside her.
Quickly sitting up in her bed, the Elven maiden tried to slow her breathing down, beads of sweat dotted her forehead; the same nightmare had plagued her since the night she peered into the Mirror of Galadriel. She had seen the exact same images, heard the exact same laughing, every few months the nightmare haunted her until she finally knew the meaning of the Mirror, and the dream.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Rings of Power. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven were given to the Dwarves, 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 power and the will to rule each race.
But they were all of them deceived, for deep in the land of Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron forged another ring, a master ring, and into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate every living thing. One ring to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples 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 very 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.
Isildur's father Elendil had been slain by the Dark Lord, Isildur ran to his side; Sauron approached there was no escape for Isildur. In this last moment he raised his Father's sword, Sauron broke it however Isildur used the broken shard of his father's sword to cut Sauron's fingers and the Ring.
Isildur had a chance to destroy the Ring but men's hearts are easily corrupted, the Ring of Power had a will of its own; it betrayed Isildur to his death and the Ring was lost for two and a half thousand years until the Ring ensnared another bearer; the creature of the Misty Mountains named Gollum. For five hundred years the Ring poisoned his mind and gave him an unnatural long life until the Ring abandoned Gollum; but something happened that the Ring did not intend, it was picked up by the most unlikely creature: A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins of The Shire.*
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*This was taken from the Lord Of The Rings transcript; some lines have been altered.*
*~ Of Men it included: Elendil and his son Isildur, of Elves it included: Elrond, and Esgiraloth (Jyntaralyn's father).
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From this came the history:
'The Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.'
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A pathway from the stairs led towards a large stone on the right the small path curved beside it, fallen leaves were scattered across the lush, dark green grass, the moon lit a few spots on the ground here and there, but did not overwhelm the place with it's pale glow.
The path curved slightly to the left leading to a large enclosed garden where the moon shone in radiance, covering the grass with light.
In the far corner there was a silver stream that flowed from the fountain on the hill. Near the silver stream stood a basin of silver, wide and shallow it was, filled with water probably from the silver stream behind it; beside the basin stood a slender silver ewer.
In the basin the silver water was still. The moon and the stars were visible in the clear water before it started to swirl, changing into a clear picture of a young man peering into the exact same basin, his face was horror stricken as he continued to peer into the mirror. The water rippled changing the image to a very young child running around with two companions somewhere that some people of Middle-earth have never been lucky enough to see or experience. The image shifted into the same young man who looked into the mirror, only he was lying on a bed of silver sheets, a stone angel stood above him as he rested.
Once again the image changed, this time something unexpected was viewed: the same young man fell onto the floor of some hotel, a ring flew from his hand up into the air, he reached out to grab it; instead of falling in his palm in landed right on his finger, and he disappeared.
The images after that became more disturbing than that of the man disappearing. Thousands of Orcs were fighting with two men, the ring whispered something in a strange tongue that scarcely any in Middle-earth could understand, then a dark cat like eye appeared flame surrounded the pupil, almost engulfing it. The same words that were heard before were repeated; the Eye grew closer, laughing maliciously, louder and louder the laughter became until it seemed to be heard as if it were laughing right beside her.
Quickly sitting up in her bed, the Elven maiden tried to slow her breathing down, beads of sweat dotted her forehead; the same nightmare had plagued her since the night she peered into the Mirror of Galadriel. She had seen the exact same images, heard the exact same laughing, every few months the nightmare haunted her until she finally knew the meaning of the Mirror, and the dream.