A/N: This is my second try at a lord of the rings and a crossover. In this story the fellowship of the ring finds themselves fighting in a new land; with new friends, new weapons, and new enemies. This is a crossover between lord of the rings and a game known as magi-nation. Don't know what magi-nation is, then read ahead to find out more, and I hope that I get some reviews for this. I really want to do this story, but will only continue if I get at least three reviews each chapter. Also I'm sorry if at the moment a lot of things are misspelled and some words are missing, my computer is having problem with spell check and I'm in the process of trying to fix it. Well here's the first chapter or should I say prologue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing everything, well almost everything, I own Agrath and Cazor, along with Vulzor, and any other character I make up later. Otherwise everything belongs to Tolkien, I guess Peter Jackson because I'll be using some movie refrences here and there, and 2i aka interactive imagination.

Prologue

A stranger cloaked in evil's aura sat at the table quietly thinking of his newest p take over the kingdom of Gondor and get his revenge on Aragorn the king of Gondor. The man began twiddling his thumbs awaiting his messenger anxiously. This man had delved deep into the ancient lore of evils and had eventually discovered it. It appeared that there was a parallel universe to their own, and it apparently held extreme powers the likes that one would only dream of, a core of evil if you will. He had discovered the lands only known as El, and on the moon of the planet El was where he needed to go, the moonlands; home to powerful beings known as dream creatures, and their magi, as well as relics of unbelievable power.

He had found that one extremely old wizard known only as Vulzor had stumbled upon the world quite by , the inhabitants at that time were trying to put up the dream barrier in time. They would have never succeeded if it weren't for Vulzor, he had used up most of his energy to help them, and in doing so had created a new enemy for the peoples, the Core. The core began corrupting some of the moonland's inhabitants, and many creatures were turned as well. The core was evil and it would have covered all of the moonlands, but Vulzor used a teleportation spell, and sealed the core and its new inhabitants away at the core of the planet. There it was locked away, but at a terrible price, the inhabitants of the core could escape and they would do so often causing many problems for the inhabitants. It was twenty-years that had passed since he had first arrived at the moon. It was not too long after the sealing that Agram, the one that ad caused the reason the people had to leave El had become the leader of the core's inhabitants. Vulzor was forty-seven at that time, and was weak, one of Vulzor's friends of the place known as Kyras, decided to try to send him back to his world before Agram came to kill him. Vulzor had gone to sleep one night in the moonlands and then woken up back in the real world, only he was twenty something years older, and he tried to tell his story, but none believed him. He wrote in a journal of his stays there, and not twenty-four hours after he finished the book he had caught a ly plague and died.

The man knew as soon as he had finished reading the journal that Vulzor was telling the truth, and that this was probably the answer to all his problems. All of a sudden he heard a strange sound outside, it was a combination of the sound an oliphant makes and the screech of a nazgul only not as loud. The man, once a member of the five wizards smiled deviously as a short-stout little fellow clad in armour and an extremely odd assortment of items walked in, the bar and gave a shriek. The other occupants of the room fled in , they had heard of strange things before, but a hobbit acting like one of them nazguls they had heard about and actually radiating the fear that the nine had used to give off, was too much for them. After everyone in the room had left the short little fellow looked straight into the eyes of the man, and bowed.

"Ah, Caroz of Tabru, or the tenth and last of the nazgul, how good it is to see you again. My old friend."

"Agrath, I have what you asked for, as well as the way in. That is if you want to go through with your plan?" Caroz asked although already knowing the answer, his master's revenge ran deep, and with Gandalf and Saruman out of the way as well as Vulzor, only Radghast the Brown could try to stand up to him. Gandalf and the elves along with the accursed and famed ring bearer went with them. Caroz himself knew something else that no one else did, the boat was turning around, one of his assassins had tried in vain to destroy all the pasengers on board, but only two elves were injured, not even killed, while his men came back pleading for mercy, he gave them none. The boat was almost beyond repair, yet they could still make it to the never dying lands. Gandalf and the ringbearer were however returning, where hopefully his newly hired assassins would them both, if not they could at least give the gray pilgrim a name, and imagine the ringbeaerer's surprise when the one that is after him, is both a nazgul and a hobbit.

"Yes, yes of course. But you have it, you actually have it?" Agrath was almost seething with anxiety and excitement, at long last he would be able to exact his revenge, no more waiting to be remembered or the one they all forgot, soon the entire of middle earth would be his.

"Yes master. The key was where you thought it was. How you knew I do not know. I did however dispose a little opposition in getting it, it appears that the major of hobbiton is smarter than he looks. Samwise Gamgee is a fool and has no idea what you are planning, he just heard stories of a hobbit draped in all black and had red glowing eyes, he naturally went to investigate. I have also heard that what is left of the fellowship is having a little reunion in a few days. Would you like me to get some orcs to attack them as they are coming in?"

"No, let them come, we shall be long gone by then, and when we return I shall have my revenge and you shall have what you wanted. That is unless you want to backdown." Agrath said in a mildly teasing voice, no one ever wants to see a nazgul angry, for it would be the last thing the angerer ever sees.

"No, I shall of course come with you. We have been through a gether, since even before my tranformation at the hands of the nazgul and my former master. When you saw what I was you weren't afraid, so no I shall never leave your side, unless I die to protect you."

"Very well, in that case, you know where the entrance is?"

"But of course master. It is actually in the glittering caves, by helms deep. We can be there in less than a few days march."

"Alright then, let's get going, but be sure to leave a few clues along the way for the king, maybe you can step into one of the rohirm pubs, give them a scare, after all they may need another clue besides this one."

"As you wish, master." With that said they both walked out of the empty pub, scared away a few of the Gondorian villagers and made their way for the glittering caves.

"So this is it at last, it was a few more days than expected, but no matter, we are here."

"Luckily the rohirm are celebrating today, most of them are drunk, things could have taken a turn for the worst if they had been sober, you need to be more careful. Well that is one of the reasons I'm going with you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, soon, soon I shall exact my revenge and the king will be killed, after being humiliated, the fellowship will be next and then once my power is great enough I shall leave and leave you in charge while I go and hunt for my idiotic brother in the undying lands. Yes this day can't be any better."

"Yes I know, you've said it only about every few minutes on the way here. For a man of evil you sure are happy often." Agrath shot him a look and Cazor winced in mock fear.

"Well where is the entrance?"

"I believe it to be at the back part of the cavern, most likely by or underneath the fountain."

"Ah yes, but of course, how could I not have realized it, it is so ingenious, the creators were very smart, putting the object that could lead to there doom in plain view, it's amazing no one discovered it until now."

"Yes, my lord. it truly is. If you are finished gawking like a three year old, we should be getting out of here, or should I say into here?" Cazor then proceeded to look for a winch or something of similar nature. After finding nothing he turned back to look at his master who was busy absentmindly speaking every password he could come up with, none of them worked. Cazor smiled to himself when he remembered the tales that Peregrine Took, had spread about Gandalf as soon as he left, he blended in as well as he could with the crowd and heard quite a bit. It appears that Gandalf wasn't as smart as everyone thought he was, while trying to find the way into Moria he had to go through the same problem they were having now, and it was the hobbit who found the way in. Cazor had always liked Merry and Pippen, from days when he was just a normal hobbit, just out of his tweens. They used to play together often and got into as much trouble as possible, however he was one of the only traveling hobbits, and on his to Bree, a nazgul discovered him, and the rest was history. They spread a rumor that he had died, but they of all peoples should know when not to trust a or, after all they had Bilbo come back after a year, or was it two, Cazor's memory had lessened a bit during the transformation.

"Master, does this remind you of any ors that you have heard lately, one concerning your brother?"

"No this situation does not remind me of anything, and especially not a rumor concerning my brother." Agrath then realized what had happened and began cursing Gandalf's name, he cursed his name in every language he could think of and then kicked the fountain with his foot out of anger. He of course injured his foot, and in the process apparently said the password while healing himself.

"Nice work, my lord. You seem to have found the way in. Now let us head inside, I think I hear footsteps coming."

"Wait, are you positive there's a way back? We need to make absolute certain." Agrath snapped at Cazor, not meaning to, but did. Cazor had gotten just a little bit too angry and had had enough of his master's childish behavior. He shoved Agrath right into the entrance and apparently it was a portal of some type because he saw the old wizard flying through the air, and then disappear about three feet later. Cazor heard a horn in the distance and decided it was time to go. His orc servants must be attacking a little earlier than anticipated, he then heard footsteps coming his way and gave a look at the entrance and jumped, three feet later he also disappeared from the land known as Middle Earth. Not too far away in the golden hall atop Edoras, what was left of the fellowship was having a reunion.

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