Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The second age

I own neither Loud House or LOTR's. This was written purely for fun. Hope you enjoy.

(Fiery letters appear on a black background. "Loud of the Rings" as the opening theme to Lord of the Rings is heard. The background gives way to unseen smiths pouring molten liquid into molds.)

It began…with the forging of the great rings.

(Mrs. Johnson, dressed in a white robe and a silver circlet on her brow, examines a ring on her finger. Two unidentifiable male individuals do the same behind her.)

Three were given to the elves…wisest and fairest of all beings.

(Seven identical looking rings sit arranged on a stone pedestal in a circle. Seven dwarfs pick them up and stare at them.)

Seven, for the Dwarf lords in their halls of stone.

(Principal Huggins, Sue the Nurse, Stan Stanko, Lord Tetherby, Hank and Hawk, Chandler, Flip and bratty kid , stand in a line holding nine rings.)

And nine..nine rings were given to the race of men, who above all else..desire power.

For within these rings were bound the strength and will to govern each race…but they were all of them deceived..for another ring was made. In the lands of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom. The dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring to control all others. For within this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.

(In the wasteland that was Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron, a nine foot tall figure completely clad in spiky plate armor, stands in the center of Mount Doom. Having put the finishing blows on his greatest weapon, a simple gold band. As he stares at it, fiery letters appear along it.)

One Ring to rule them all.

One by one, the free people of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring…but there were some, who resisted. A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor and on the slopes of Mount Doom..they fought for the freedom of Middle Earth.

(Mickswagger, dressed in fine wrought armor, stands before his army of Elves. While Elendil and Isildur command their army of humans. Before them stand and impossibly large army of Orcs.)

Mickswagger: (speaking in Elvish) Hold positions! FIRE!

(The Elves fire arrows from their bows, bringing down hordes of oncoming Orcs. Before long their bows are unwieldy as the Orcs closed with them. The Elves whip out their polearms and slash boldly into the Orc ranks. The Men join them, soon the ground is littered with bodies from either side. Elendil raises his sword high.)

Victory was near.

(Suddenly, Mickswagger stops fighting, as does Elendil and Isildur as they watch to their horror as Sauron advances towards them from his army. The one Ring shining coldly on the index finger of his right hand. He wields a great mace.)

But the power of the Ring….could not be undone.

(Sauron swings his mace. Sweeping Elves and Men aside, their dying screams echo across the battle field. Mustering his courage, Elendil charges the Dark Lord, Sauron swings his mace. The king of Men is struck full in the side, sending him flying into a rocky outcrop. His sword, Narsil, clatter against the Earth as Elendil sinks lifeless to the ground. Isildur rushes to his father's side and removes his helmet. He stares at his father sadly as Sauron stands above them.)

It was in this moment, when all hope had faded…that Isildur, son of the King took up his father's sword.

(Isildur lunges for Narsil and seizes its hilt. But before he has the chance to wield it, Sauron stomps on it and breaks the blade a foot below the hilt. Isildur stares at the broken sword in shock. Sauron teaches for the defeated prince. Without thinking, Isildur slashes with the hilt shard with a shout. Only Saurons thumb is spared as the broken blade severs all the fingers off Sauron's right hand, including the one holding the Ring. The severed digits fall to the ground as Sauron's entire body begins to glow under his armor. A shockewave occurs as Sauron's body then explodes, knocking the armies off their feet. Saurons helm crashes to the ground.)

Sauron. The enemy of all the free people of Middle Earth…was defeated.

(Isildur notices the finger with the Ring on it and grabs it. The finger turns to ash in his hand, leaving only the golden Ring lying in a pile of black spot in his palm.)

The Ring passed to Isildur. Who had this one chance to destroy evil forever.

(Isildur rides through the forest with a company of soldiers. The Ring hangs from a chain are his neck.)

But the hearts of Men..are easily corrupted, and the Ring of power had a will of it's own.

(As Isildur rides the woods, a hidden pack of Orcs suddenly attack his party. Isildur rises from where he had been knocked of his horse by the Orcs. He takes the Ring off the chain and puts it on. He becomes invisible as the Orcs slaughter his men. He dives into the river and begins swimming, he gets halfway before the Ring slips from his finger, rendering him visible once more. He grabs for it, but misses, and the Orcs see him and fire arrows into his back, killing him. Isildur's body floats downstream as the Ring sinks to the bottom of the river.)

It betrayed Isildur…to his death. And something's, which should not have been forgotten, were lost. For two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge.

(The Ring sits in the mud on the riverbed. A hand suddenly comes down and pulls it out of the mud.)

Until when chance came…it ensnared a new bearer.

(A greyish hand opens up. The Ring sits in its palm.)

Voice: My precious.

The Ring came to the creature Tattler, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains…and there, it consumed her.

(Tattler sits on an island of rock in the center of the lake in the cavern she had made her home.)

Tattler: (whispering to herself) It came to me. My own. My love. My precious.

(Tattler hears a noise and looks around, eyes gleaming in the darkness as she holds the Ring close.)

The Ring brought Tattler unnaturally long life. For five hundred years it poisoned her mind, and in the gloom of her cave, the ring waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, and the Ring perceived..it's time had come. It abandoned Tattler…but something happened then…the Ring did not intend. It was picked up, by the most unlikely creature imaginable..a hobbit. Albert Loudins of the Shire.

(The Ring sits on the cave floor. A hand gropes and picks it up. The hand belongs to a younger version of the Louds grandfather, Pop-Pop.)

Pop-Pop: What's this? (chuckles) A ring.

Tattler: (wails out of sight) LOST! MY PRECIOUS IS LOST!

(Pop-Pop stands up quickly in shock. He slips the Ring into his pocket.)

For the time will soon come, when the world will depend on the hobbits…and hobbits will hold the fate of Middle Earth in their hands.