Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is owned by J.R.R. Tolkin, who would have
made millions and of been proud of his book had he lived this long. Moment
of silence please.
I came up with this idea after I watched the movie at my house. I was thinking, I wish he made more books. But then I though, how could he? The Dark Lord is dead! Then I thought of this. If you like it, please review, or else I might not finish the story and leave you here! Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!
Generations and generations have passed since the downfall of the Dark Lord. Those who lived to see it and the life afterward were mostly gone, save for few elf lords and those who's memories' do not fade after so many years of living. Orcs had been hunted down, and now few excised and few new they excised down in the deepest of mines were even brave dwarfs will not venture. Peace was over the land then, yet Mordor was left untouched. Tales of the evil that had been born there were told at fire sides and pubs, but even the oldest of elders scoffed and said it was all nonsense, for if there had been such a time, they would have remembered the nightmare. But still, none ventured in to the realms of Mordor. Soon, the tales were quieted, and finally, only a select few creatures in Middle Earth knew of the evil that the land had cradled in the blackened land. The records of such things were buried deep in scrolls and books of more recent recordings. But, finally, the land of Mordor was ventured into.
It was the dwarves, looking for new land to mine. Greedy for new metals, they hunted deep, but found nothing. Nothing, until they looked in the ancient and dead volcano of Mt. Doom, but the name was long forgotten as well. They found nothing, but continued to dig, in almost dead hope. Then they stumbled upon a slim bit of gold. Part of the gold was scorched black all the way through, but the other half was seemed pure beyond any they had seen before. The gold seemed it had been melted, as if a bit of scrap discarded carelessly into the flames. If only it were so. The Ring of Power had, indeed, been destroyed, but the metal it was created from could not find its death, no matter what had been thought so long ago. The black gold was discarded from the top of the mountain and was lost among the jagged, black rocks. The golden half was brought back to the mines the dwarfs hade ventured from and made into fine chain links and mixed in with other chain links to make a fine necklace. It would not have been so fine if the dwarves new what evil it held, or what made some of the finer links seem to burn with a hidden fire. The Evil had been reawakened.
Mordor was abandoned again, and left alone for many years, the dwarves saying that there was nothing there worth looking at. The necklace that held half of the Evil was passed from owner the owner, each owner dying in particular ways. In the end of their ownership, however, each seemed to run off with the necklace, as if in search for something they dearly wanted. But that was, of course, the case. The Evil wanted to be whole again, but it seemed to have little hope.
But then, Mordor was re-inhabited, and the black gold was found, but not wanted.
Like I said before: PLEASE review!!!! I must know how people react to me, a messily little writer from the middle to know where, is adding on to one of the most beloved trilogies in the history of mankind.
I came up with this idea after I watched the movie at my house. I was thinking, I wish he made more books. But then I though, how could he? The Dark Lord is dead! Then I thought of this. If you like it, please review, or else I might not finish the story and leave you here! Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!
Generations and generations have passed since the downfall of the Dark Lord. Those who lived to see it and the life afterward were mostly gone, save for few elf lords and those who's memories' do not fade after so many years of living. Orcs had been hunted down, and now few excised and few new they excised down in the deepest of mines were even brave dwarfs will not venture. Peace was over the land then, yet Mordor was left untouched. Tales of the evil that had been born there were told at fire sides and pubs, but even the oldest of elders scoffed and said it was all nonsense, for if there had been such a time, they would have remembered the nightmare. But still, none ventured in to the realms of Mordor. Soon, the tales were quieted, and finally, only a select few creatures in Middle Earth knew of the evil that the land had cradled in the blackened land. The records of such things were buried deep in scrolls and books of more recent recordings. But, finally, the land of Mordor was ventured into.
It was the dwarves, looking for new land to mine. Greedy for new metals, they hunted deep, but found nothing. Nothing, until they looked in the ancient and dead volcano of Mt. Doom, but the name was long forgotten as well. They found nothing, but continued to dig, in almost dead hope. Then they stumbled upon a slim bit of gold. Part of the gold was scorched black all the way through, but the other half was seemed pure beyond any they had seen before. The gold seemed it had been melted, as if a bit of scrap discarded carelessly into the flames. If only it were so. The Ring of Power had, indeed, been destroyed, but the metal it was created from could not find its death, no matter what had been thought so long ago. The black gold was discarded from the top of the mountain and was lost among the jagged, black rocks. The golden half was brought back to the mines the dwarfs hade ventured from and made into fine chain links and mixed in with other chain links to make a fine necklace. It would not have been so fine if the dwarves new what evil it held, or what made some of the finer links seem to burn with a hidden fire. The Evil had been reawakened.
Mordor was abandoned again, and left alone for many years, the dwarves saying that there was nothing there worth looking at. The necklace that held half of the Evil was passed from owner the owner, each owner dying in particular ways. In the end of their ownership, however, each seemed to run off with the necklace, as if in search for something they dearly wanted. But that was, of course, the case. The Evil wanted to be whole again, but it seemed to have little hope.
But then, Mordor was re-inhabited, and the black gold was found, but not wanted.
Like I said before: PLEASE review!!!! I must know how people react to me, a messily little writer from the middle to know where, is adding on to one of the most beloved trilogies in the history of mankind.