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Chapter 1: The Beginning
The world has changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. 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. 3 were given to the Elves. Immortal, wisest, and fairest of all beings. 7 to the Dwarf lords. Great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And 9. 9 rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire 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 his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to Rule Them All. One by one, free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Ring.
But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Men, Elves and Dwarves 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, when all hop had faded, 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 hearts of Men are easily corrupted. And the Ring of Power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.
History became legend. Legend became myth. And for 2 and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new barer. The Ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him. The Ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For 500 years, it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited.
Darkness crept 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 perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creatures imaginable. Hobbits. Bilbo and Belinda Baggins of the Shire. For the time soon come, when hobbits, who shape the fortunes of all.
Even before Bilbo and Belinda found the Ring, darker forces formed. It began long ago in a land far away to east. The like of which you will not find in the world today.
There was the city of Dale. Its markets known far and wide. Full of the bounties of fine and veil. Peaceful and prosperous. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-Earth. Erebor. Stronghold of Thror, king under the mountain, mightiest of the Dwarf lords. Thror ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son, grandson and granddaughter.
Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Its wealth lay in the earth in precious gems hewn from rock, and in great seams of gold, running like rivers through stone. The skill of the Dwarves was unequal, fashioning objects of great beauty out of diamond, emerald, ruby and sapphire. Ever they delved deeper down into the dark. And that is where they found it. The Heart of the Mountain. The Arkenstone. Thror named it the King's Jewel. He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him, including the great Elven king, Thranduil.
But the years of peace and plenty were not to last. Slowly the days turned sour as the watchful nights closed in. Thror's love of gold had grown too fierce. A sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow.
The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the North. The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot dry wind. He was a firedrake from the North. Smaug had come. Such wanton death was dealt that day. For this city of Men was nothing to Smaug. His eye was set on another prize. For dragons covet gold with a dark and fierce desire. Erebor was lost. For a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives. Thranduil would not risk the lives of his kin against the wrath of the dragon. No help came from the Elves that day or any day since.
Robbed of their homeland, the Dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness. For once mighty people brought low. The young Dwarf prince and princess took work where they could find it, laboring in the villages of men. But always, they remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright, for they had seen dragon fire in the sky like a city turned to ash. And they never forgave and they never forgot.
But in between these legends, lays the story of the daughter of Sauron, Selindra. After the dark lord was defeated, the Elves found Selindra and took her into their lives. When the time of the Wizards came to Middle-Earth, Selindra was taken under the wing of the great Gandalf the Grey. As he trained her, raised her, Gandalf feared that Selindra might one day take her father's position to track down the One Ring and raise his army to destroy the races of Middle-Earth. But once Selindra learned the truth about her father, she took it upon herself to never follow down her father's dark path. Even if the evils brewing between Smaug and the Ring were about to rise from the darkness of the world.
I hope you guys like my OC for Sauron's daughter. If anyone has any ideas for other OCs, or any other characters, other than the ones I have planned, I'm open to ideas. Leave a review if anyone wants.
