A note to my readers: This story was originally written in script form for a major motion picture (ahem) a year or so ago. It was co-written by my muse, Marie Carlson. Parts of it may seem extremely stupid and that is a result of originally written this at about, oh, three a.m. Please read, enjoy, and review.
Copyright © 2004-2005 Rochelle Adams and Marie Carlson. All rights reserved.
Disclaimer: We DO NOT, however, own any thing in this story that pertains to Lord of the Rings, Monty Python, Napoleon Dynamite, Spaceballs and anything else we can't think of at the moment. This goes for all of the Lord of the Mood Rings stories (Mood Ring Club, Two Flowers and the third one we haven't named yet)! The characters' names and all that junk are ours however SO DON'T STEAL IT!
The world is changed.
I feel it in the water.
I feel it in the earth.
I smell it in the air.
I feel it because my mood ring told me so…
Much that once was…is lost. For we misplaced it…
Lord of the Mood Rings
It began with the forging of the great mood rings. Three were given to the Bells…immortal, wisest, and prissiest of all beings. Seven to the mole lords, great cosmopolitans and hair stylists of the beauty parlors. And nine….nine were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire to know their moods. For within these mood rings were given the decisiveness and power to figure out each race's mood swings. But they were all of them deceived. For another mood ring was made.
In the land of Jeldur, in the waters of the Mount Toilet, the dark, very dark, Lord Baron forged in secret a Master Mood Ring, to predict all the others' moods. And into this mood ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all moods…One Mood Ring to rule them all!
One by one, the free lands of Central Earth fell to the power of the mood ring…But there were some who didn't want other people to know their moods. A last alliance of Men and Bells marched against the armies of Jeldur, and on the seat of Mount Toilet, they fought for the moods of Central Earth.
Victory was near…But the power of the Mood ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope (and happy moods) had faded, that Bahildir, son of the king, took up his father's sword.
Baron, the enemy of the free, moody people of Central Earth, was defeated.
The Mood Ring passed to Bahildir, who had this one chance to destroy the mood ring forever…But the moods of Men are easily swayed (as all we girls know)…And the Ring of power has a mood of its own. It betrayed Bahildir to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were because of our short term memory loss.
History became legend, legend became myth, and for two and a half years, the Mood Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer with incredible mood swings.
"My Mooooooodie."
The Mood Ring came to the creature Melvin, who took it deep into the burrows of the Crispy Mountains. And there it consumed him…and the mountains did too.
"It came to me, my own, my love, my own, my MOOODIE!"
The Mood Ring brought to Melvin unnatural moodiness and for the next five years it played with his moods. And in the crumbs of Melvin's burrow, in the Crispy Mountains, it waited.
Mood swings crept back into the forest of the world. Rumors grew of sunshine in the northeast, shoutings of an obviously named fear, and the Mood Ring of power perceived. Its mood had now come. It abandoned Melvin.
But something happened that the Mood Ring did not intend. Its mood was predicted by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A Bobbit, Nemo Flaggins of the Choir (lovely singing voice, though…eunuch ;))
For a time will come when Bobbits will predict the moods of all…
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