Chapter 7: Isiuldur Killed, Gollum Shanghaied into Service

Thirty years later

Prince Isiuldur was disappointed when Gandalf told him and his father that he wouldn't be riding to war with them.

But there they were; wizard less, but not without allies. The elves of Rivendell, lead by Elrond, and the elves of Lorien, lead by Celeborn, were with them in the fight against Mordor and the Dark Lord Sauron.

Isiuldur learned that the Dark Lord killed his mother, which drove his father into an angry rage. The orcs and the Nine came to them, looking as hideous as ever. The battle began.

Sword against sword, Orc against Elf, Man against Rider. Just as things were looking well for the light, the Witch King of Angmar, the deadliest of the Nine, raised his sword in tribute and all was silenced. The orcs and all evil were silenced, but smirking, there on a large black Dragon, was the Dark Lord Sauron.

Isiuldur was shocked that Mordor was lead solely by a woman. But Sauron was ages old; this woman was only in her fifties with graying hair and bright red eyes. She smirked and jumped down from her steed. Her attire changed and she was covered in armor from head to foot of the blackest steel ever seen in Middle Earth. In her hand was Greafling, the Black Mace. She raised it high and swung, men and elves were hit; they would fly only to hit the ground, or a hard rock, receiving a deadly blow.

Isiuldur's father, out of rage of the murder of his wife, ran to greet the woman in anger.

"Sauron!" He shouted, sword drawn. Sauron looked at him and flung Greafling, hitting him in the chest where he went flying as like the others, hitting rock and fell, dead.

Isiuldur ran to his father's side and cried, mourning the loss. But the woman approached and Isiuldur took his father's sword. The woman stepped on it and the metal broke. Isiuldur was dismayed, but the woman reached to grab him, to use him as a ball meant to be hit. Isiuldur swung the sword, slicing off the woman's fingers. On one of them, was a gold ring in some sort of Elvish. The woman shrieked and all evil beings fled as she seemed to crumble into dust.

Isiuldur looked at the ring, oblivious to the cries of joy from the men and elves. He picked up the ring and his expression glazed over.

"Isiuldur! Isiuldur, you killed her! You killed Sauron!" One man said, Isiuldur looked at him, confused.

"The woman? She was Sauron?"

"You thought Sauron was a man?"

"Isiuldur," they looked up to see Elrond. "Come with me; bring the ring. Sauron is not dead just yet." Isiuldur did as Elrond said and they walked to Mountain of Doom, where the ring was forged.

"Isiuldur, cast it into the fire," Elrond ordered. Isiuldur nodded and was prepared to do so, when it caught his eye.

The ring was just a band of gold, the letters gone, the gold seemed to shimmer in the light…where was the light other than in this ring? It was a ring of power, wasn't it?

"Cast it into the fire!" Elrond shouted as a worried look appeared on his face. Isiuldur looked up and smirked.

"No," with that, Isiuldur walked out, hearing Elrond shout at him…

Years passed and Isiuldur learned the secret of the Ring; with it, he could become invisible. For ten years, he bore it, until…it betrayed him. The ring sank to the bottom of the ocean, where it was long forgotten. And no one heard malevolent laughter when Isiuldur died, no one but Isiuldur himself…

Another thousand years passed and one day, two little water folk were out fishing. Sméagol and Deagol, two friends, in fact, they were relatives distantly related.

Neither had any idea of the history of the lake they fished in as the very lake the ring was imprisoned. As if fate had been playing, Deagol fell in after a large catch and saw the glittering gold of Sauron's ring.

Music filled his ears, come to me, my dear friend…my dear beloved…into my realm of light and darkness…may you choose to set me free…find in me the one who'll set me free…I will give you eternity…

Deagol picked up the ring and went back to land. He was soon met up by Sméagol who stared at the ring, hearing the song more clearly and it rang in his ears.

Come to me, my dear friend…my dear beloved…into my realm of light and darkness…may you choose to set me free…find in me the one who'll set me free…I will give you eternity…live forever in darkness…I will keep you company…I am your precious lover…I am your precious…

"Give it to us," Sméagol said, sounding slightly odd. Deagol looked at him.

"Why?"

"Because, it's my birthday, and I wants it," Sméagol said, Deagol refused, so Sméagol made a grab for the ring, but was pushed away from Deagol. A fight erupted, ending with murder.

Deagol stopped breathing and Sméagol took the ring out of Deagol's hand. He smiled.

"My precious…" Sméagol said, his voice becoming a harsh croak. He placed the ring on his finger and he was transported to the Ring's world, there, he met a woman who seemed to erupt with power, she was whom Sméagol would be addressing as Precious and Love later in his life.

"Hello, Sméagol," she said. "You are now my slave, do you understand?" Sméagol nodded. "Good." Her kind expression turned into a sneer and she grabbed his throat, 'Your name is now Gollum; you hate lights of all kind; the sun blinds you, as does the moon. Take me to the Mountains, show the ring and I will speak through you to the Orcs." She released him and he fell prostrate to her feet.

"NO! Please Precious, not orcses! Anything but orcses! Gollum, gollum," He said, grabbing the hem of the black dress, sobbing.

"The spell is working better than I imagined. Don't worry, Gollum, they will protect us. Do you understand me, Gollum? Answer me?"

"Gollum, gollum…we's understand, Precious…gollum, gollum."

Hence this moment, for five hundred years, Sméagol, more commonly known as Gollum, took care of the ring…until the ring began to tire of Gollum. Only to be picked up by a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins…