Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. The Lord of the Rings and other Middle-earth works belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, Peter Jackson, New Line Cinema, Warner Brothers, Turbine and Standing Stones Games. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material—original characters, original locations, etc.—belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.
Inspiration for Prologue: "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy. Hillywood Show "Harry Potter" Parody, "So You Think You're A Wizard".
Inspiration Music for Prologue: Mordor Theme Music.
Song for Prologue: "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King" Complete Recordings—14. The Land of Shadow.
Warning! This fanfic moved up in rank from Rated T to Rated M for sensual content and intense images.
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Welcome to the first first part of my Long Series: The Prelude Series. :) I know, I went back to the beginning again of my Long Series. But at least, we've reached a point where I hope we finally can start up this series properly.
This first part of my Long Series follows the movie-verse of "The Return of the King", but there may also be hints of the other movie-verses of "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy. That said, enjoy the very very beginning of this series. :)
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Frodo Baggins walked ahead of his best friend and gardener, Samwise Gamgee. Frodo hardly noticed Sam was there. So much evil was blocking his path, shifting in and out across the darkened landscape. Frodo swatted at the evil specters, hoping they would go away and leave him alone.
Frodo knew these evil specters came from the One Ring, Sauron's Ring of Power, that was causing this much disaster. Frodo couldn't help it. He was feeling the walls collide in his mind, his mind about ready to break.
Frodo and Sam had long since run out of water. Their lembas bread had been gone hours ago. Or was it days? Frodo didn't know. All he knew was that the road ahead of him was dark and twisted.
And so, Frodo kept swatting at the evil in front of him, feeling more like a broken husk. He didn't know what was happening to him, nor did he expect the Dark Lord's Eye to spot him?
Frodo's bright blue eyes widened in terror; his pale-skinned, elvish featured face dirty from not having a bath in weeks to even months. He hardly knew what was happening, only that something evil had found him.
"Frodo, get down! Hide!" Sam's voice broke the air. He hid. Frodo did not.
Frodo turned around, his body moving with him as he felt the sensational pull the Ring gave off. He found Sauron's Eye staring right at him. The lidless fiery, flaming eyeball targeted at him, as the catlike pupil narrowed towards him.
Frodo gasped, his throat choking as he collapsed on the ground. His mind called out to someone. He could hear her. He could hear Sauron allowing him this one chance to make things right. Frodo couldn't help it. He reached out to his beloved, his beloved who he saw that first day Gandalf came to visit him in the Shire.
Beatrice, help me! Help me! Please! Help! Frodo reached out to her. Her eyes widened. She was only twelve years old and very shy. He tried again. It's Frodo Baggins. Help me! Help!
That was all the time he had, before Sauron overwhelmed his mind. Then it happened. Sauron had complete control over his thoughts, his fears, everything. Frodo's mind snapped. Sauron had come through, imprisoning his mind at Barad-dûr, where he would stay for what felt like a long time.