It is the 31st Century
and mankind is once again at war...

The battlefields are dominated by
huge robotic war machines known as battlemechs...

Piloting these awesome weapons of war are the
men and women,
the elite of the elite.

They are known as
Mechwarriors...

But we're not on the subject today...

This is not a downer on the Lord of the Rings series. This is just a comedy version of it with the Sonic the Hedgehog Characters. I do not own any Sonic characters or anything related to them. Also, I'm trying to keep this as close to the Sonic games as possible, (history of characters and past happenings), but some things might be different in this fic.

At an unknown time, at an unknown place, for an unknown reason, an unknown being created something that was well known... The Chaos Emeralds. Each Chaos Emerald possessed a great amount of power. The Master Emerald was also created to balance these powers and neutralize them if the powers of chaos ever turned uncontrollable. But another was created. Created by the professor, Gerald Robotnik, out of hatred and anger. For after loosing his granddaughter, Maria, he forged the one emerald of power to have his revenge. This emerald would control the seven others and whoever possessed them and became known as the Chaotic Emerald. One prison guard discovered what the professor was doing and tried to stop him. The professor now had to go through another trial, but the emerald turned up missing. The same prison guard that had turned him in had taken it for himself. For his fate was sealed one day while walking near the docks. Evil, bad, naughty and other bad things thieves ambushed him. As they struggled, the Chaotic Emerald was lost in the water and sank. Facts turned into truth, truth turned into evidence, evidence led to lawsuits, lawsuits led to evictions, evictions turned into family court.

One day, the creature, Big the Cat, was fishing down on the docks. His line snagged onto something and reeled his line in. Upon founding the emerald, he took it back to Ancient Ruins with him. For unhealthy and unclean extendede life of more than fifty years it poisoned his mind, in short, made him a psycho. He named it, Froggy, for he thinks it is his best friend. Then one day, the emerald abandoned Big, for it has a will of its own. But something happened that the emerald did not intend; it fell into a big pile of poop. Then it was found by a chao by the name of Booboo Luggage. Upon hearing the tormented screams from Big for his lost friend, the chao quickly left with the emerald.